Ok... its been a few days since my last post, but don't worry-- I'm still in Love with my notebook. I must say this one is a little different from my other pieces. I also intend to post some surreal/fictional poetry (any one who knows me KNOWS I love vampiric shit!!!) so stay tuned. This one got my juices flowing so enjoy. I know my sister would be proud. Thanks for the 'push a n*gga off the balcony' inspiration Meeks. You the sh*t ;)
So here we go with the bull shit again
Many stand with you, but those standing are not necessarily for you
How can you try to mend a fabric hole with words from the beginning that result in the end?
Ready to stop and then start over again--
Damn you try my patience
Waitin'... waitin'...
Deciding finally to push you through my lyric filter like I pour water through my Brita
I don't even know why it was me I thought you had considered
Easy to remember, but easier to forget-cha
Keep on pushin' that piece that won't fit into the Jigsaw's center
Keep knocking on wood and bound to get a splinter-- that is You
Why do the smallest pricks hurt the most?
Very little blood but excruciating pain
Feeling like a foreign disease strain that has chosen me as its host
Feedin off my brain, got me hallucinatin' that we were close
Maybe I am clever, or maybe I am truly lame (like you secretly think)
But its whatever I choose, I can't let you push me to the brink of extinction
Regardless if I go willingly or not, this is my distinction
World renown or straight underground, what was once lost now is found in Queen B
Choose to follow or don't fuckin' follow me
Better look through the glass cuz' as my Grandma would say
'Honey, its clear as a bell!'
So when I am done with you, you would prefer to take up residence in the depths of hell
With or For, no time is left for you to tell
Never had enough rope to draw from this Queen's deep wel--
l of never-ending thoughts
Well thought-- well... I thought...
But whateva-- whatever I thought is not
My patience and calm demeanor has been shot
Pullin out the sawed off shotty-- I spray your entire body
Leave the blood that leaks into the carpet hot
I bet that a sinister smile on my face as you pass away-- your last vision-- is not something you would have ever in your wildest dreams thought
Choke on your blood, cough and exhale blood mixed with snot
Haunt me if you please-- its just confirms that even in death I cannot be forgot...
Queen Poetess B (BLF) Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Jigsaw
...can't put it together...
Dumped out of the box, all pieces laid upon the map of society
Hours spent, meticulously paying keen attention to the details displayed upon the box bearing what its final product will be
Push, fit. Examine. Push, fit. Examine... glance at box.
Push, fit. Push, fit. Push… done. With the exception of one piece left.
Smart. Intelligent, but this is not rocket science. Is it not obvious where it goes?
Center piece. Only piece. The centerpiece.
Push… push… push…
Acute scrutiny—he squints, observing its edges, then comparing the void in the center to its alleged predetermined missing link
He studies the box, again considers the void, and then resumes his close inspection
Again… he will push… push…push…
Examine. He will alas consider cutting the piece—
He decides against it.
Frustrated, he decides it is likely a flaw generated by its manufacturer…
Is it a flaw? Or a unique identifying mark?
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Dumped out of the box, all pieces laid upon the map of society
Hours spent, meticulously paying keen attention to the details displayed upon the box bearing what its final product will be
Push, fit. Examine. Push, fit. Examine... glance at box.
Push, fit. Push, fit. Push… done. With the exception of one piece left.
Smart. Intelligent, but this is not rocket science. Is it not obvious where it goes?
Center piece. Only piece. The centerpiece.
Push… push… push…
Acute scrutiny—he squints, observing its edges, then comparing the void in the center to its alleged predetermined missing link
He studies the box, again considers the void, and then resumes his close inspection
Again… he will push… push…push…
Examine. He will alas consider cutting the piece—
He decides against it.
Frustrated, he decides it is likely a flaw generated by its manufacturer…
Is it a flaw? Or a unique identifying mark?
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Bound Pages
Love Found in Pages Bound
Dear Love of mind-- mine you belong so
When did this love affair begin?
I think you were etched onto the first
page I ever wrote
I love how you listen, and understand
You never interrupt
When our conversation ends one day
You always remember where to pick up
I love how you know every part of me
How you mirror my thoughts
Even when I thought I had forgotten you
It was a true love lesson that you taught
They say if you love something, you must let it go to see
if it will return
Now that you have come back to me, I realize that it was
for you I always yearned
The nuclei of my every cell burns, as I try to
give you my every fiber
And the reassurance you have reflected upon me
I feel guaranteed of me you will never grow tired
You receive my thoughts and frustration with open arms
Helping me address my needs mentally, physically, and beyond
When requiring your comfort or ear, you never imply I am taking too long
You validate my predilection, causing me to lift my voice high in song
My heart has been poured into your vessel to be forever bound
Instigating my river to flow deep
Between my mental love mound
I promise always to pour my soul onto your blank pages
Later to reflect and wonder if, by me, was this work created
Lack of love for myself-- thinking my self worth had abated
My heart hard and cold, oh
But it was you --my Love-- that saved it
As my pen caresses your pages
My fingers fondle out my mind’s most complex of thoughts
Without the true love from you
I would have forever been forgot.
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Dear Love of mind-- mine you belong so
When did this love affair begin?
I think you were etched onto the first
page I ever wrote
I love how you listen, and understand
You never interrupt
When our conversation ends one day
You always remember where to pick up
I love how you know every part of me
How you mirror my thoughts
Even when I thought I had forgotten you
It was a true love lesson that you taught
They say if you love something, you must let it go to see
if it will return
Now that you have come back to me, I realize that it was
for you I always yearned
The nuclei of my every cell burns, as I try to
give you my every fiber
And the reassurance you have reflected upon me
I feel guaranteed of me you will never grow tired
You receive my thoughts and frustration with open arms
Helping me address my needs mentally, physically, and beyond
When requiring your comfort or ear, you never imply I am taking too long
You validate my predilection, causing me to lift my voice high in song
My heart has been poured into your vessel to be forever bound
Instigating my river to flow deep
Between my mental love mound
I promise always to pour my soul onto your blank pages
Later to reflect and wonder if, by me, was this work created
Lack of love for myself-- thinking my self worth had abated
My heart hard and cold, oh
But it was you --my Love-- that saved it
As my pen caresses your pages
My fingers fondle out my mind’s most complex of thoughts
Without the true love from you
I would have forever been forgot.
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Birthday Cake
Follow me... and don't follow... or follow to not follow at all... I'm Leading.
Obscure, demure and impure
Thrashing, drowning— black waves of convoluted, prostituted fascination
Consummation
Segregation of sexes; sex is… other worldly
Parallels governed by pre-determined law
Abide, confide, so hide from it all, or none—maybe just some
Fears released—confined to mind… mine-- so fly
Realized in the confines of mind
Reaction ? Distraction—or distraction reaction for extraction
Anti-venom vials remove venom
System over powered—over power—your power… over… struggle
Take a denial shower, to lower…
Wash away the stains, or let it stay to make it go away
Push away—grasp tight! Pull back to you with all your might
Let go—but hold on, so we can let go
Let’s go, forward movement to two steps back, back…
Staying? Stay to walk away, or
Leaving? Walk away to stay because…
White soils to grey, grey to black—bleach it back
Or leave it black
Go to come—or come to go; suck or blow
Naiveté or know? No—
Ready to stop—ready to go… go…
Live euphoric while wallowing in morbid
Thoughts; thoughts torment
Love hard, hard loves, hates love, cuz love loves to
Go and come to all and some and still none
Follow the downward path to uplift
Ride high to lower grounds, easily found
Ride… slow… burn…
Slow to inevitable endings… so
Outbursts are outtakes, take out the burst of emotion—emotionless
Leaves me motionless…
Motion forward, walk back, back to forward motion
Give to love, love and give me love… my love
Sit with me—or stand with me, for me and against me forever
And never
Dumbly clever, not knowing whether one will grasp on to her
… a poor handle, tattered made of leather
Grab and miss—missed the grab! Or were you trying even…
No… eye-hand coordination
Nation relation—nation of one
Accepting some, expecting shun --excepting none
Birthday girl cake-- on candles make a wish and blow
Or are all her wishes blown out with candles?
Give a gift when you come, but take it with you when you leave
So come and don’t or leave and stay—either way
Speak— and still don’t say—or say but don’t speak
I will not hear but I will listen, but will you talk?
Christen my ears with your voice as whispers emit shivers
Which delivers my lyrical dissertation
Not for fun-- this is not recreation
But a re-creation birthing your contemplation
Of whether this is confusion or need of a standing ovation…
If it is my cake, why can’t I eat it?
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Created 5/18/09
Obscure, demure and impure
Thrashing, drowning— black waves of convoluted, prostituted fascination
Consummation
Segregation of sexes; sex is… other worldly
Parallels governed by pre-determined law
Abide, confide, so hide from it all, or none—maybe just some
Fears released—confined to mind… mine-- so fly
Realized in the confines of mind
Reaction ? Distraction—or distraction reaction for extraction
Anti-venom vials remove venom
System over powered—over power—your power… over… struggle
Take a denial shower, to lower…
Wash away the stains, or let it stay to make it go away
Push away—grasp tight! Pull back to you with all your might
Let go—but hold on, so we can let go
Let’s go, forward movement to two steps back, back…
Staying? Stay to walk away, or
Leaving? Walk away to stay because…
White soils to grey, grey to black—bleach it back
Or leave it black
Go to come—or come to go; suck or blow
Naiveté or know? No—
Ready to stop—ready to go… go…
Live euphoric while wallowing in morbid
Thoughts; thoughts torment
Love hard, hard loves, hates love, cuz love loves to
Go and come to all and some and still none
Follow the downward path to uplift
Ride high to lower grounds, easily found
Ride… slow… burn…
Slow to inevitable endings… so
Outbursts are outtakes, take out the burst of emotion—emotionless
Leaves me motionless…
Motion forward, walk back, back to forward motion
Give to love, love and give me love… my love
Sit with me—or stand with me, for me and against me forever
And never
Dumbly clever, not knowing whether one will grasp on to her
… a poor handle, tattered made of leather
Grab and miss—missed the grab! Or were you trying even…
No… eye-hand coordination
Nation relation—nation of one
Accepting some, expecting shun --excepting none
Birthday girl cake-- on candles make a wish and blow
Or are all her wishes blown out with candles?
Give a gift when you come, but take it with you when you leave
So come and don’t or leave and stay—either way
Speak— and still don’t say—or say but don’t speak
I will not hear but I will listen, but will you talk?
Christen my ears with your voice as whispers emit shivers
Which delivers my lyrical dissertation
Not for fun-- this is not recreation
But a re-creation birthing your contemplation
Of whether this is confusion or need of a standing ovation…
If it is my cake, why can’t I eat it?
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Created 5/18/09
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