The Devil Slaps back

And when she thinks of it


The tears roll down her cheeks

And into her mouth salty

A wet full smack would’ve definitely been better

Than this mask



Further down that long hard row…..



She was on a crash and burn

No remorse or reaction

Her mind was on a numbing course of action



Sitting and staring at the horizon

On unemotional oblivion she rode

into a freshly painted sunset

On the sweaty back of recourse

That fucking she devil

She claimed as her avatar



She rooked from afar

Wishing upon a shiny synthetic stars

She dropped her tears into a plastic jar

Saving them for a later spar

With herself and a crashing car

She felt she didn’t need them then

Looking back wide and far



Now as she plows the row she hoed

Such deep furrows allow the deepest roots of sorrow

To take ahold and become consequently bold

They’re dampened by the tears exceeding

Inside that unbreakable jar



She is told to let go

Let them fall where they may

Open it freely let your insides out



But her heart feels so icy cold to the touch

Some days she just can’t shout it out enough

She just sits and cries and such

Telling analytical blah blah blahs

All plushly sorrowed for her stored up tears

And fears her mind sits in perpetual description



Some don’t recognize their own heavy heart its clear

And she’s lucky she’s told

Unharnessing those woes in anticipation bold



All sewn together by razor wire

She can’t move entire parts of herself without fire

Via a marionette string manipulation theory attire



At times so she is fucking tired

She covets being a white feather in the breeze

Blowing free here and now

But her negative fringes help drown her dirty and

Wallowing around in her black stained tears

Moved her soulless under spiritual attack bathed in fear



She neglected her very own weary soul when

The she devil drowned her in

Proverbial dirty richness

Dripping and draining her energy

Drop by drop it all added to

A fade to nothing emotional exhaustion



It developed ignorant slack and

That’s when the blackest of black tears

Hustled her fears right outta here

Slippery crawling down fleshy dank cheeks



Reluctantly trading limp for peaceful

It yielded from her wearily by the hour



This present Powerlessness feels golden

As she stands here holdin’ her heart

For all to see vulnerability

Emboldened by intimate conceding day by day

The she devil in her is freed



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My Heart Is

My Heart Is







And the philosophers say


Suffering is akin to polishing a diamond


It’s in the polishing process that we find beauty


Its in the labor a star is born


It’s in our perception that suffering


Reigns or releases






It’s all I can do today


To be peaceful


It’s all I can do today to be present


Stay focused






The human condition is sad when


A person destructs their own soul


Imploding into a giant blob of sorrow


Bleeding on the ones


That carries them






Loved ones






Heavyhearted full of black burdens


Dark energy condemns and covets


Never satiated


You’re not carrying my heart the right way






Black souls are the heaviest


I know


I carry one around


On top of my very own weary indigo soul


No wonder it’s not easy


I can’t drop it though


It’s a part of me somehow


Black matter


I fear fragile as dark matter may crumble into pieces


Right before my empathetic eyes


I would die slowly looking at that messy death






It’s not my burden they say






They also tell us to do things to


stay healthy


and warm


and safe


and healthy


and smart


and smart


and worry free






THEY are not the experts






Our own hearts are an expert where light lives






My heart says stop and rest lil one


My heart cries in pain and sorrow


For black hearts do matter a plenty in this place


Still






My heart is saddened most days


I prefer the pain?


To feel and live a full life?


I am hurting today.


I am suffering.


Still.






A star in the night sky shifts and smolders


Again black matter spreads out


Light adjusts amending the darkness


Which came first?


Dark matter or light?

She-Devil

The wind in my hair

Blows the breeze

Into a completely tangly snare

Wrangling and tumbling into

The dry freeze of snarly hair

Air born hair

So grape jelly mahogany

Freeborn

My lox do so curl around the notion of

Devil may care

I dampen the air with a sultry stare

Right through you

I flare the breezes nostrils with my

Non chalant devil may care

C’est la vie attitude

Savior fare on occasion

If you dare

As you exude self loving soliloquies

I daydream I am

On the backside with you

A sinuous godlike mare

His mane engulfs my air

I smell it and I drink his bulky stride

It stings my green eyed glare

You ride and glide spending mare’s pride

As currency

Further up and up

Into the dream we go

He’s carrying me

Sigh

I relax into his sinew

Once again

Devil may care

I glide him into last

And I finally sit

We meditate in a communal solitude

I hesitantly squint

At the mares wide glazing stare

On my Golden skin so fair

Forever noticing this could hurt

Soreness from loves tender touch

We sans forget

Distillate heart particulates

Misting warmth while this

She-Devil may just care

Im Caught in a snare

I don’t mind

She-devil gently prays

Anyway

Suspended in dreamy splendiferous ness

My spirit plans a county fair

The fair whence I will sell my newfound flare

My fanciful ness

Priceless I decide

As I ride this breezy mare

Click clock click clock

Glide

Into the sunset we go

Slow clean strides

This she-Devil may always effing care