I can be captivating with words.

While laying in a pitch dark room,

All by myself inside a world of walls that rain and play games.

In my mind I struggle with every breath that I take.

But with every step I take, I can see a better me carrying on.

I pulled so hard up the ladder of life just to see the sunlight at it's dawn.

When my soul said to me,

when your weak I will be strong,,

you can count on me go on.

But all I see is me on bended knees praying to the lord for those in need, indeed.

He said the cure is my poetry.

The cure for me spreads threw my veins like liquid fire.

And sometimes it hurt so bad it show in every thing I do.

I'm tired.

I got to get this pain out,

by talking about something else.

So little trust in the cure even though I been practicing it,

an it feel so dam good.

See I'll be your crying shoulder ,

when your crying,

I'll give you strength in your eyes ,

or I'll relate to you don't be surprise.

The cure has been and is my life.

Copywriter @ Angela Starks

Mental no longer afraid or corrupt.

I see your world as I start to read into my own mind.

Thinking of universes and traveling in time.

I see laughter smiles and children of mine.

Free me see me.

My eyes weren’t afraid to see those stars so beautiful sparking above you.

They sang to my soul about life in some sort of French language.

Then I saw you walking on water towards me.

Free me see me

My ear weren’t afraid to here those words.

so soft and comforting to a heart that’s willing.

My tongue not afraid to speak the truth that lies within me.

When gravity pushed my mind to its highest ability.

I began Dancing around so gracefully thinking of you.

Free me see me.

My hands weren’t afraid to touch the mighty chest that my head had rest upon weekly.

Finger nor not afraid to rub through your hair.

And touch your lips so soft and smoothly.

Free me see me

My legs weren’t afraid to walk upon the silky grass moist as my feet touch it.

The rolling thunder power my thighs to embrace touches of warm hands that didn’t front.

Hands that produced love with every tender rub or touch.

Hands that weren’t confused just amused by what they could possible do.

My body is no longer afraid.

Free me see me

If I new all the things I know now I would have talked to you more and showed you a little more love.

I wish I could hold you in my arms and take all the pain away I caused you.

Sometimes I want to call you but I know you wont be their.

Your not their.

Where are you .

I need you.

I want you.

I feel like I hurt myself for hurting you.

I want to hide sometimes to fill this void inside me.

that makes it feel like the end of days an its just pure loneliness.

Why cant I reach out an grab your hand.

Fuck, shit

GOD I don’t understand.

Jealous of other people that have one of you.

Frustrated about how the hell did I lose you.

How did you slip away

A little selfish on the thought that I would chose to keep you with the pain just to see your face every single day.

I miss you

This is to much to bare

because no one can ever!… Never!… stop the pain I’m scared.

Sometimes I wonder if your proud of who I am.

I wish I can look into your eyes an see you look back at me

If you could see me would you still love me.

Would adore your grandbabies.

Would you be upset I’m not married.

Do you see me cry

Do you feel me cry.

Other people have fathers an I feel short out of my life.

Because I miss you .

If I had just one more day I say I sorry for everything I couldn’t do an I blame myself for not really knowing you.

I love you daddy.

Immortal words exist on paper.

Immortal communication exist in the mind.

Felling of Never-ending & Never falling pain revels to your eyes a new existence

As negative an positive nerves light your bio.

Light headedness takes over time an your body levitating you.

As you began to Floating, into the library of your own mind .

Revelations of unframed flash backs that you dismissed in a comfortable command you began to understand your mouth an hands.

The tongue no longer still yet lethal an powerful

with words an hands no longer idle yet lethal with words.

Trapped!!

In this vertical vertex world.

The

blue-prints is sealed with written notations of different levels of power.

Letters are floating around like fly's an you realize this is a quiz an you have a certain length of time.

Faithfully you humble yourself and concentrate on the big revel.

W----E---N ----E---F---I--L

You paralyze your eyes an mind an study real hard then you find the code because it wasn't hard

it's backwards new life it spells.

The blue-print ha been reveal inside a blank sheet of paper with a note attached.

Life is what you make it so a new life is coming.

When words began to lift off paper an speak.

It's the tears that drop down on it.

 that gave it life for open mic.

Hearts that pore out words

 sends spikes down reader spines an into readers minds.

An the feel an see ever word.

True poetry.

True poetry began on a howling night back in 1992.

Pain became over baring so I decided to try something new.

So I got a pen an words began to spill.

"As I wrote over an over

I hate you, I hate you.

Why did I have to born cursed an scorn in a home of abuse an pain

I hate you, I hate you

I wish I could just fly away.

Like birds in the sky but instead I'm a cage bird with pain because of broken wings that can not flap or fly.

So heart…. stop pumping…….. an I died."

The words I wrote rained from eyes down on paper.

An I felt With the tears I cried that I had rised.

An with this feeling I began to out burst.

man this feels so good!!!!!!!!!

Writing my feeling out on paper mad me feel so tranquil an real.

Like for once in my life I exist!!!!

I can express anything I want to get of me chest.

Thirsty to release more I gab a bundle of paper an sat on the floor.

As I began to write more.

"I attacked my mind hard core .

To revel all stress an put it behind a pain door.

Averse to say that was a bad thing because paper is so thin.

The pain I had an felt need a suit case,

with an lock an key for me to throw out to sea never to find me.

But maybe it will find and other.

like a geni in a lamp rub it an release but this geni will be evil an out to get thee.

Granting wishes to allure attempt an attract you with smooth words.

Trapping you into it evil word."

That was the second sheet of paper but I threw it away.

From then on out I carried around a note-book.

That stayed with me most of the time

I've had over 50 through out the years lost some .

people stole some .

but if you can take someone were you've been

true poetry has become you an you it.

but then destiny appeared and

Heaven whistled in the air.

The hissing sound floated up then appeared.

It hit my heart like an arrow from cupid.

An my mind says now what are you going to do with it.

Sober soft minds speak no sorrow in fantasy love.

Orgasms soothe an solute to the spring time as roses blossom.

Scatter those rose petals on walk ways.

Leading to comfort quilts that lay.

While candle lit baths await in fantasy love.

Please Fantasy love scold then scratch the urged

to unleash the wild untamed beast with in me.

Senseless sensations become incoherent an reinforce

when the wetness rejoice.

Reduce the level of thoughts of other painless love’s .

Relax me an tune me into your fantasy love.

With your heat you cause my ablaze legs to wither.

Harzard’est your hands so soft that slither.

My Fantasy love.

Secondly start with walks in the park, after we went out to eat.

Laughing an joking at the people judging we.

We would stand united an strong.

family to each other an lovers alone at home.

A prince that would rescue me from a slumber of sleep.

Awaken my eyes to see the world beauty.

Strawberries an whipped cream laying but naked on a sandy beach.

Just Falling in love in fantasy land is my fantasy.

See now I’ve told you all my fantasies and now it your turn.

So what’s your fantasy??????

  INVASION OF THE G STRING DIVA'S

Red pumps with black fish net stocking rolled up her well designed legs.

Lace thongs that insinuates her vivacious waist she choose instead.

These choices where made when they said.

Red pumps make the booty go bump-bump when you walk.

Fish net's make the eyes hypnotized to them legs an thighs.

Lace thong make the dick stand an sing the thong - thong - thong song

She felt with this get up she could go wrong.

So she went to sweet Vicki's an she bout her ideal fit and she tried it out

At a late night ditch.

Riding down the pole slow working it for some homeless folks she became wise.

So she thought.

Her drink had become an sex- on- da- beach or a long island ice tea and drug of choice weed.

She moved on up an thought she was to classy.

She got more friends more money even had baller men.

Night after night she'd dance twice a night.

Following her friends that gave her each time some bad advise.

Now she doing orgy's on the stage then turning trick backstage.

Invasion of the g-strings was taking her away.

Cocaine sat on her brain cause she sniffed it thirty-five times a day.

With her g-friends each night before she got on the stage.

Now money, not enough, times getting tough, money gone home alone.

She turns to the streets thinking quick easy money.

but

now she's getting raped an kicked on the corner turning trick for a pimp. He smacks her around punches an pulls because she spent all the money on drug and booze.

Ops now she dead because of a one hundred an fifty dollar debit .

Feeling rushing………..

but friends and family say just bush ya shoulders of man.

I don’t understand ……………

what’s a man to do when situations make him confused.

If I am ya girl……..

an they’re ya world

would you rather take the lonely road

then be in love with your boo

Or just be a fool

an listen to people who don’t even know the inside of you.

"Shortie you tripping cause certain situations got you breathing different air.

Dribbling your mind ……….

staring paralyzed at left an right.

Fighting day and night

Blood and water."

While their living in whore-dam scared at the doctor office getting condoms and test still trying to tell you what’s best.

The real test…………….

Friends, family, foes

mentally stability getting old choosing the choices over love or lover.

WHILE 

Humiliated hearts suffers.

The identifications of this person idol an ignored his identify, eliminated to tongues who once spoke it.

But I’m going to amplify an illustrate that it is imperative that you see me an your words are powerless to my enlarge engorged heart of feelings.

An if I have to chose........

 between the two ...........

I chose me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and not you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!