Tears II

Tears are the words falling that we just can't speak Tears are only for the strong and not for the weak Tears clean out the emotional painsThey are the deep seeded thorns that stick in our brains Tears are the hurtful memories falling down in watery piecesmaking room for lifes new moments and the lessons it teaches AndFor each salty stain left upon your cheek remember why you cried and begin to dig deep Start your journey to reach your peakThe people you meet along the path you beat will have positive and negative fruit to eat as you rummage in the field of emotional cleansing only your tears can wash your buildingOnly you control the interior design of your mindonly you can shift the furniture to make you shine Don't compare your building with anyone else because everyones cards have been dealt from a different deck yet by the same dealer So consult GOD for he is the ultimate healer The Creater knows from whence those tears came and HE knew when they would fall HE is just waiting for you to make that call to gently ask for what you want HE will repair that esteem that always seems to haunt HE will dry those tears erase the stains and pains but be mindful not to use HIM in vain In order to eat the fruit along your travels you must work and put away your gaveldo not judge your self or judge others cry these tears and use your mothers andall otherswho are quietly waiting for you to ask for what you emotionally needdo it now so you can be freed.
o.n.e.i. 2009

A Little Girl's Pain

I needed you to hold me
Mold me
Show me how to be.
I am a small reflection of you.
Did you ever love me?

I needed you not to tear me down,
But build my esteem.
Judging me pound for pound,
Wishing I was lean.

I needed you to be a little more assertive,
And take me from my dad.
Who dressed me and treated me
As the son he didn't have.

I needed more berets and dainty lace socks,
Along with skirts to replace tube socks.

I needed you to show me how girls dress,
Maybe I wouldn't have worn so many sweats.
To teach me to be comfortable with myself,
Talk to me about the feelings of growing up you felt.

I needed less perms, rollers and hair pressin',
Come to my games support your investment.

I needed your approval not your expectations,
I needed not your temper but your patience.

Show me how to wash and love my body,
Tell me what's a cycle and explain it's not naughty.

I needed you to validate my feelings,
Help me define who I am.
Let me cry be by my side,
Just plain ole give a damn!

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

Swimming In Space

I fall further into an abyss
The mist grows thick
Escaping into a mental bliss
I curb my fist
Onto a pencil
UtensilI use to peruse
The abused battered places
Appearing as an oasis
Spaces unapproved for safe dwellingI'm telling, you all
What it feels like,
The fall

The pain skint my brain,
Causing me to write
When left I came.
On winter seasons, demons,
Intersecting insane,
Parallel to hope,
Perpendicular to pain.
Telepathic communication
Is not in vein.
Clairvoyant symbolism within my plain,
Field of view,
Lost some of you, in love and war
Controlled real young so my mind is sore
Hard too the core
I soar
Even in the abyss I see the door.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

The Pit

Standing in a bottomless pit
I lit a match
The sulfur turned it black
So I'm back
at square one
Standing in a bottomless pit
I am one
With darkness
knowing of thisDarkness lacking knowledge
Standing in a bottomless pit
No light feels quite sufficient
TwirlingWithout cognizant direction
Providing correction
Not even the brownness of my complexion
Gives me affection
Self-persecution found in confusion becomes amusing
Perusing past trails I get lost and fail to recognize
The pattern of Saturn when matter in of fact
I can't bring it back
Looking at the bottomless pit
Standing with a match I lit
The path suspended in animation
I ask those who wear the mask
how can I cast
A vote of hope to those who can't cope
Stranded
In a pit to grope
Fanatically scope without guidance
Nor rope to pull them under or out
The pit
The bottomless pit
Has a mouth
Swallowing us whole full of doubt
We shout
As if church was about
Sanctified service do I deserve this route
Standing in the bottomless pit
But how?
If it has no foundation
In the bottomless pit
HE SPARKS CREATION.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

What It Means To Me

Poems are like medicine for my mind,
You'll understand if you're my kind.
Poems are like a sedative deep into the night,
When I am sleep and my mind takes flight.
Poems are my salvation when I hang on the cross,
Thoughts bring me to a road to which I'm lost.
Poems are rosary beads touched with pen,
For all the times I want to give in.

Poems are my enemies of all ghosts past,
Haunting and taunting me they even laugh.
Poems are suicide letters written in despair,
When I can't feel or see an nobody out there.
Poems touch me and I touch them back,
They reflect my love even when I lack.

Poems are nothing, yes everything,
All.
Something like my final call covering in covenant
As an ole woman's shawl.
Poems are intricate small and deep,
An intimate introspection into me.

Poems are solitude for the multitude in a tube of tunnel vision,
Sharp incision definition of division
Between streets and prisons.
Poems are reminders of past inflictions with no convictions.
Never read causing repetition of mission turned purpose,
Analyzing those who hurt us.
Code name murderous.

Poems are the truth told in tone initiated with vocal moans,
Secret yet not unknown uniforms rare resided in catacombs.
Mummified for those qualified.
In silence they hide scriptures, provide elixers,
With a mixture they're a strong fixture.

Poems are a seance with spirits,
Experience varies in degrees,
Some reach in blazin', some naturally.

Poems are tickets to freedom,
A train of thought in motion, full of devotion
With a small quotient
Over standing the meaning of a poem

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2001

Seeded Grapes

Vibes are the vine to divine intertwine,
like a spine an invisible line,
an indivisible kind.
But not visible to the naked eye separated in parts,
something like the heart
each has its own duty
tryin' to reach its mark.
On course of course like light and dark.
Emotion, energy, synergy creating bark or skin
like trees the breeze nature's within.
Be alive not survive, rhythms and vibes.
Listen closely let it be your Guide.

O.N.E.I.

copyright 2001

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2000