I Am Over Summer

I am done with summer, I cannot deal with that heat.

I swear I am about to blow a fuse.

I am done with this drought and its lingering dry vibes, I am waiting for the rain to pour and pour.

To feel the chill creeping through my bones creating the sweetest sensation yet.

I am over this humidity, the culprit of that prickling eww heat, driving me insane.

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Broken Shanty

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As I sit under the dilapidated shanty, humming Love Lifted Me, I feel my broken spirit subtly lifted.

The gentlemen ask “do you go to church,” I said yes but I have not been for sometime because of work.

Now I am seeking comfort in the spirit that you implanted within me, Jesus.

I am sure you are asking “where have you been all along my child?”

I have been there all along my King, life just created that hedge between our love.

Letting wild tangled weeds creep slowly between our well manicured lawn.

Looking up at the holes of that shanty, so apt to mirror the vacancy in my heart.

Another day has done and I am once again under the beat up shanty.

Cuddling my body as best as I could against the frosty waves beckoning my heart.

It still bites, it is still raw, it is still vivid.

Too soon for coziness that does not measure the vast bleak despair.

Smiles should not be expected, if you get a few, then congratulations.

Torn between feelings of love and anger.

Confusion!

You should have protected me but you open the way to my hurting.

Verbal Diarrhoea spoils Nature’s Intimacy

Unsettled, wavering thoughts wandering like motions between the branches of the coconut trees.

Human conflict spurred forth its lavic diarrhoe of nonsense, soon to be forgotten by the morrow.

But I am not one for pretension or bs, please do not mistake my reserved observing being, as a sign that you can toss me around.

I will surprise you by doing a David to your Goliath world.

You, yes you, a bully, pretentious, hiding behind the affordable chat rates.

Encouraged by similar loose tongue. Sooth talkers who navigate life, riding the backs of the unawares.

But I am alert!

My timely answers move quicker than Tyson’s feet during his prime.

I am doing an Ali movealike. I “flutter like a butterfly” and when ” I sting you like a bee” I will send shock waves of panic.

You never expected that did you. The part where I broke that vicious cycle of unnecessary servitude.

I shocked you, hmm? How far down your epicenter did I jolt your ridiculous premises.

You interrupted my intimacy with nature! How dare you!

Angry Words

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 Why  are they so easy to say when I am angry?
At the time when dark emotions overrides all sense of reason.
Why are they quick to form sentences, even paragraphs, aiming for destruction.
I see it!
The heart stops for a few seconds, so swift the brain stutters in confusion,
In fast motion, the heart transports the feelings (true one) to the brain, the brain translates it to the mouth and BAM!
The recipient’s eyes widen in shock.
“Did she just say that.”
So I ask, are we most honest when we are angry?

Could it be that anger brings out the truth through that dark tunnel?
Wait! Why  should the tunnel (the throat) be dark if it brings out honest emotion.

I shrug, I just do not know.

See how the mind just cannot fathom that dramatic equation.
Ah, remember the phrase “the truth hurts.”
It aptly describes the words pouring like lava out of that volcano.
What  looks like  insults to the receiving end could be the honest  outlook from the deviant  on the kick side.
The next time you hear an angry soul-stirring lava, consider these angry words as the words he/she always had bubbling under the surface awaiting the day, you would provoke them to erupt.