Mista's Blog (10)

Out of all my relationships,

No one has remained

Faithful to me…

But my pen.

She always loved me, but I dogged her tenacity,

Out of stupidity….

Yet she stayed by my side.

Even when I crept out and cheated,

Only to return, finding tear stains of ink

On her loose leaf bed where she…

Had…cried.

Yet she smiled when I woke her, stroked her tip,

And clicked her button until she flowed

Uncontrollably, overflowed when she… Continue

Blacks. Soothing blues.

Personifies the reflections

From the diaries of my mind.

Never to be seen, providing the requests

Will never be imminent.

Double mindedness and instabilities form,

If ever obtained

From the ignorant purposes to access truths

Beyond the comprehensions.

For your understanding will be void if pursued.

Mentally challenged you will be if caught,

Crossroads are opened for your discipleship.

To path one is… Continue

Two decades of space, informational illusions

Wedged in between the ties

Splits the atrium to the ventricles,

Every night I don’t want to see, cause the grooves,

Get deeper with each arrival.

It’s a question, why do the cycles exist…

To affect the outer lobes to the interludes.

Yet still, would it hurt to taste?

To see a wift would greatly gratify, but the vortex

Is unforgiving.

Releasing my grip would make me sleep through the night…

The… Continue

Blank walls I stare…searching, lost for the words,

That I had on the tip of my tongue,

But is manifested through the ink that I scribe.

Late night hours on the phone, back and forth,

Looking for the rationale and reasoning’s,

For revisits of past days.

Frightened, but excited to test the waters.

The possibilities could possibly be possible,

Maybe dangerously imminent.

Finger snap is all that I needed,

But burns when I put them… Continue

The sun is in its coolness as it retreats,

Illuminating ever so delicately behind the lines of the end of the ocean.

I often wonder where does it go for that short season when it's out of my life

Leaving me in the nightseason by myself.

But I don't mind, for the night season is quiet, .. comforting...

Bringing peace to the raging thunderstorm within my soul, saying, peace...be still.

And I am.

I am the peace,

I am the quiet

I am the calm after the… Continue

It is the essence of my being

The nucleus of my heart

The reason I push when I can't.

Manifestation is needed quickly,

Speedily,

Yesterday...

Lest I perish slowly.

Ill repair is not inevitable, only essential.

Creations of the environment shows that everything is everything.

Selah on that.

It's like watching the magnolia trees waltz and hypnotizethe sparrows with dance

And sweet perfume, singing love songs in their ears.

How… Continue

As within, so without. Selah....

Tropical depressions imminent,

catered to hot rains, known as my tears.

No time for long stories...

springtime is around my corner, prematurely,

coming early because she heard, and became upset

that winter ravaged my barren lands,

And denied life to my hypothermic soul.

Erratic became my vision

when I spotted you,fluttering with sunrays

as your spotlights

around my earth,

brave and unafraid you come… Continue

I want you to tell me if this makes Sens....



I believe that cream have the most unforgettable taste, ranging in areas from the northern and southern poles, meeting at the waist, where it is extremely hot......I think I need a fan.



But not yet, I'm enjoyin' the atmosphere, gettin' used to the temps pretty quick,



Even in the daylight, when I look up, I see two stars in the distance, not bright, but had a glazed over look...maybe it was my eyesight.



I… Continue

Don't know what time it was,

You called, I came.

Cold turkey was the deal before that happened....

That's why rehab is still in business

Cause of folks like me and you

Not stickin' to.

But we committed a breach of contract,

Just because I saw the wavy lines

And the intricate designs

Of some black lace that I got you.

And the black lace be callin' me,

Where you been, we been tryin to reach you,...

That's why I got voicemail.

We sit… Continue

Didn't think you had that kind of right,

but audacity became your boss,

puttin' out the hit to send for me,

expectin' the blindfold to overshadow my windows.

You just stepped into a darkroom.

Unfamiliarality has just become your territory,

with me hiding in the bushes...

laughin at you,

because you about to eat the cheese,

placed on the trigger happy victor with dried blood spots,

but you'll be satisfied,...

only in your spirit… Continue