In Memory of My Mother

moving in any direction now seems impossible to do--I hate how the feeling of losing you is too new

today you would have seen sixty-one
but His plan had already been laid
so I smile to hide the tears that will run
for you're one of the new Angels He's made

I will try to persuade my heart to be joyous
I may will myself to put on a guard
Sometimes bitter, but some times sweet
you told me that my journey too often would be hard

I've never been the most patient
but I remember your smile when you thought of how far I'd come
of all the blessings I received in my life

by far, you were the greatest one.

I'll always love you, and I'll miss you Forever.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Severed

sweeet death and delicious sorrow

severed piece of flesh
I am
removed from the whole
I am
loosly floating
away
from You
I am
no more...

Uncontrollable beast
I am
I should be
removed from this world
I have been
abbreviated-- yet extended
as have my lives...
all that matters has been
Taken
Off... and I drift away
from you all.
this free world is not free
it comes with a hefty fee
no payments-- just flee
drifting
in this sway of current
in this way its current-- and aged though not obsolete
brings its changing of the leaves
never knew
that being free
would
feel
like death wrapped in forever

you'll find me somewhere in between...

Queen Poetess B Copyrignht © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Climb

the singing in the background...

"...if I could get over that HUMP (mmmmm)
then maybe I will feel better
maybe I won’t FALL
if I could get over that HUMP (mmmmmmm)
then maybe I will..."

That Hump by Erykah Badu, off the album New AmErykah, Pt. One: 4th World War 2008

Climb high...
...higher
amount to much more in degree--

wallow instead of swallow
while the tallest of the shortcomings
leaves the fable hallow

inordinately extra
past bygone and closed
to raise that eye skyward
has them left superfluously in dispose

surplus of bad luck is really good fortune
depending on the angle
hope and air stolen in dispair
blocking the airway to leave them strangled

chosen and not broken
still run backward to shattered pieces
bruised egos and love repo'd
no one knew the scraped knees were still bleedin'

excessively unused so it rises to the top
acrimoniousness left to boil over
time continuously moving-- but somehow it stopped

anguish is the affliction
nostalgia in the glass leaves a bitter residue
"I've climbed over--I'm better"
but demure narcissistic loathing is still shining through

always tempted to ignore the lump
paining the throat though its origins hail from the heart
all the talking is dead without doing
and taking the first step's the hardest part...

Queen Poetess B Copyright ©2009

Power

empowered

the core of your foundation

slick from the tightness of penetration

... such jubilation....

but--

I sit here teary eyed at the thought,

the need

to hear how much you are weak

for me

the waver in your voice

the tiny high tremble in a moan not successfully stifled

I get high on your ecstasy

fight more, lose louder

bitten lips draw blood to the surface begging

to be released

oh how I love to teeter on the edge

I love the rush of danger pleasure resistance and wanting to surrender

a whisper

the way your hairs in all those places... graze my skin

the mutter of how close you are to reaching

stretching out to stretch it out until you can't hold out

beginning a journey of a soul shattering decent back

down

to

.... mmmmmmmmm.

Queen Poetess B Copyright ©2009