Simple Complication

Every time I try to write a love poem inspired by you, they seem to just get more simple, and more simple
Almost like there are too few words to explain the feelings I have about how God masterfully created your temple.
Please don't misunderstand me your body is just right, but what I am really talking about is the intellectual capacity of your mental
See what you were blessed with is fundamental

Gifted with the endurance of an oxen
Pulling and plowing day after day at your dreams yet gotten,
Carrying a loaded burden in your heart, heavier than could any stallion
yoked by amnesia, but let me remind you, you are astounding

Consummated with the passion of the venus ruled bull
Your just another one of love's fools
cuz out of your pores, the need for closeness, and your telling emotions ooze
Losing focus to your urge, just to settle for what some men would consider taboo


Poised as a Pharaoh, resiliently negotiating fate with Hemuset by any means
Taken by your royal essence I dream, dreams of me as your queen
You like Horus gave my faith for love life, after it had been murdered by the presence of Osiris

My love for you makes me want to hop into a time machine
just to go back and learn the ancient egyptian art of massage
So that I can use these hands, to caress all the tensions in your body out,
each and every night after night

But see you've bitterly barrecaded the best part of you
and trust me I understand, I once would have said "that's smart of you"
letting the pain of the past dictate your future
and the nay-sayers of the present apply your sutures

Seems you've forgotten that their modern medicine aint go nothin on love
The healing I have for you was created by none other than the one above
See I don't mind being 90 to your 10 so that you can become 100
So I, can know precisely that your visions of untamed ambition are not blighted

See Your the type of man that makes me realize I don't need a big diamond ring attached to an elaborate wedding band to wear on my hand
Cause your love in my heart would make my eyes sparkle more brilliant than any diamond can
Just a simple I do will do to lock our souls more tightly than if it were tiffany's, Tacori, or whateva brand

I guess what I'm trying to say is...
Every time I try to write a love poem inspired by you they seem to just get more simple and more simple
Almost like there are too few words to explain the feelings I have about how God masterfully created your temple.
Maybe if I wasn't so filled with the fear of hearing my own voice's nervous tremble
I'd stop trying to be so artful and just say...

I LOVE YOU

~Wonderwoman

Dying to Live Again

  On February 27th 2009 I died... I'v been mourning ever since. Grieving just in hopes that one day I will breath again... One Day This poem was inspired by my tragedy:

It was like trying to clean up shattered glass with out a broom... My entire being had come crashing out of the cave of my body smashing into the ground with out resistance... I mourned my own death like a mother losing her child. This person that I had worked so hard to become and had grown so fond of was no longer anything to be proud of. Who was I? Who had I become? What would this thing do to me and my future? WHY ME GOD? The big pieces were by no mean easy to pick up but they unlike the shards were less painful to endure... Day after day I tried to but myself back together. My life had become a constant game of jenga, just as I was about to put the last piece in it all would collapse. And I alone would once again have to figure out how to pick up the pieces. Still when I got to the last piece I had sitting on the table there were always some missing... My puzzle was always incomplete, my life was no longer filled with genuine laughter. Instead the struggle to get out of bed in the morning had taken precedent. I was taken captive by grief. The salt from my own tears became my most frequent form of nourishment... Silently with intent I'd stare into the wall as if it was going to bring me back to life...  Since I died I've been grieving and I don't see myself ever breathing.

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