Poem 5
The poets talked about the poison you sipped on. I don’t sip poison. that was your job. I just reminded you, that your in control of what poison you must bottle up. Choose your bottle.
no. you loved me in your sovereignty, the depth that I see from afar, when, I look at the few stars from my side. I kept loving you through the death of the many shadows I picked up along my path, your pieces that you shattered along the way that was still worthy for the present future that you dismayed.
You own me and I am proud of that. your a prelific poet. your love is love. how I wonder in the mystery of the books.
we must hold onto the good generations who shaped planet earth, how the earth holds tight to those generations, and tears the generations of the now.
so each step we take we must be honest in the footprints of time.
the earth remained the same but it was us that caused the earth to shake, tremble and crumble.
OUR crumbling behaviour to the nature that we distreated and that was reflected in our relationships with others, So we did not ache, the earth ached, in silence while we all trodded carelessly.
HE allows the bother to happen so that we can fight what we allowed. No one likes your love law so they abused your law and turned your law into hate because of their jealousy of your sovereignty.
Oh im waiting for you I will not look for you but I will seek you in the pleasure of my purification of my new mind, new body, new soul and spirit, that is waiting to fly amongst the purist of angels.
I found my serenity within my repetition, this war that I faced through this journey we call life, a block misplaced that was to be explored. I found my answers of what I don’t want and what I saw remained the same. I thought I could make a difference but I realised that is not my duty I am not in control of someones actions, choices and decisions and I felt relief in that.
So I walked away from a tree that did not sit right with me.
You got me through all the garbage I saw, the worthless behaviour that I allowed in-front of my eyes and witnessed the false personality copied and horrible sinful nature that was shocking to my eyes.
the disgusting sexual choices that I allowed to happen and witnessed, yet I was fragile as a woman.
I love what my ears hear and I love what my eyes see and I still love my body because my body is beautiful through all the trials and errors.
The end……














