Free Verse

Smoke



Inhale blow it out slowly
Letting the aroma of hunger
Feed your soul
There is an old saying 
Where there is smoke there’s a fire
But this fire lays hidden in the abyss Of desire
Who can put out the flame…






Freedom


We cry freedom, what does that mean
This freedom we take for granted
Here today, can be taken away
So easily, so freely, freedom is
Misused, abused, freedom is gone
You're free, she’s free, he is free, are we really
When someone holds your freedom in their hands
To crush you, place you in a cage
Gone is freedom
Freedom to explore, freedom to breath
Freedom to live, freedom! freedom!
Where is my freedom
It’s been taken away
In a gilded cage I live
My wings clipped, my voice silenced
My only freedom
It can't be touched
It's mine, with it my freedom exist
Stop it! go ahead and try
You can't stop me from thinking
My dreams won't be denied
My heart, you have no control over
You can't rule my thoughts, quiet my spirit
You can take away my freedom, freedom we cry
Cry for freedom, my freedom

MY MIND

Peace


Love is the beginning and the end
Peace is accomplished with acceptance of knowing our true heart
Unity happens when we embrace one another for 
our uniqueness

Superficial Beauty



 Her looks were superficial
All she cared about was the color of her nails
What shoes should she wear?
Did her hair that wasn't hers look good?
She paid for it so it was














The clothes that adorned her
 Body must be by a popular designer
Which she couldn't really afford
Therefore, she thought she was crafty
 Creating designer fake labels and
Sewing them in her - self



She had her eyebrows tattooed on
Now she looked like a clown
Fake eyelashes that look as if she had
Black widows growing from them












Her perfume was so strong
You smelled her before she
Walked into a room

If that’s, what it takes to make her
Feel and look good which is all in her mind
She might want to take all that money
She is spending on superficial looks
And invest it in a good psychiatrist



Too Late Love has Packed its Bags

He rocked back in forth trembling hands
Held up close to his face in prayer
Something maybe he should have been
Doing all along, praying for the knowledge on
How to love his woman

Empty closets that her clothes use to adorn
The clashing sound of hangers reverberated in his mind
Where she kept her perfumes and make-up
Cried out to him she was no longer here

Called all her friends
His calls were sent to voicemail
He tried to send her a text
His texts were now blocked
He tried to contact her on her
Social network
He was blocked there too

Tears begin to roll down from his eyes
He had a prize and now she was
Someone else’s queen

Didn’t she know how much he loved her?
Didn’t he tell her every now and then?
He made love to her giving her his everything
Then rolled over and went to sleep
How dare she walk out of his life?
Without even a goodbye

Didn’t he spend lavishly on her?
Showering her with brand new
Pots and pans so she would stop
Complaining about the rusty ones she was using
He acquired new things for himself
In addition, they weren’t pots and pans

Didn’t he remember special dates?
It wasn’t his fault he forgot most of them
This was his way of love

Now she was with someone
Who knows how to treat a woman
Putting her feelings before his
Showering her with the attention
She was deprived of
He helps to build back her self-esteem
And loved her beyond words
All because it was
Too late love has packed its bags
And unpacked them in happiness joy and laughter