My world. A world that I have created from the sea of tears from my heart, painted the sky with my brush of faith and tangible dreams and then carried all of this onto my sweat covered, free from society, small but strong back, creating a canvas of impossible realities…. Will you follow me? Can you keep up?
In my world....
There is an unbelievable strength in the heart that is reflected through our actions, and an infinite knowledge in our minds that continues to expand with each word spoken.
This knowledge is called intelligence.
This strength is called love.
Combine them and you will not only be able to stand before kings, but rise amongst and against them… and win.
In my world....
Words fail to express the way I feel when your eyes meet mine
I forget myself and drown into this world of perfection you and I have designed
Everlasting paradise and passion filled dreams combined
With infinite possibilities that result in instant realities
In a world....
where fairy tales are merely depicted on a screen too distant from realities touch
In a world where family and values and tradition are priorities and money doesn’t mean that much
In a world where happiness is a goal that can be reached and courage to find it is not breached
In a world where corruption does not lurk at ever doorstep and wire and politicians practice what they preach
This isn’t where I found you.
But I found you.
Amongst a world where life is degraded, taken, manipulated, and translated into classes and colors among the masses
I found a man that makes the world seem softer, kinder, and filled with hope
And when the world really isn’t, he stands next to me and with love walks with me to cope
With the injustices of this world where love isn’t perfect and war is closer to home than being on the news
In a dark dense world where depth and meaning are ancient and life lacks hues
In a world where strong individuals must strive and survive
I found him and he reminds me that he loves me even tho I’m already tough.
I need the reminder of simply being a woman in love and perhaps, sometimes, that is enough.
In my world....
Love creates masterpieces on an everlasting canvas that rises on a cascading stand of overflowing colors… colors that never fade or bleed but that almost dance off the pages in vibrant elegance and deep hues of passion.
In my world....
Love that builds castles on stars and builds constellations in rainbows throughout the darkness of a moonlit night… that builds dreams on broken terrain only to distribute the warmth and reality of a challenge to build a miracle and a success… that builds fairytales into perspective that builds strength out of words and build happiness that can hang on thru the tiniest of strings… that can build a world beyond our imagination by simply building with durable tools, strong hands, and closed eyes that see everything as a possibility.
In my world....
He is the ink that flows thru my pen that allows me to create lyrical verses of poetry so beautifully each word sings to the lyrics to the beat of my heart that he plays with the keys of his piano….
He is my inspiration to be alive in thought and reason all threaded into each passionate breath I take….
He is as real as the words I speak as tangible as the dreams I write, as close to me as the skin on my body that whispers in desire for his touch, as fiery as the blood that courses thru my viens…
In my world.....
Words retain power when actions fail, actions that fail rely on words that will awaken the soul to prevail- a writer a poet a brave heart that beats loud enough for others to hear… but only the good ones can intrigue. Only the good ones can and will force you to listen.
Smart enough to listen stubborn enough to still not agree wise enough to learn prideful enough to never admit careful enough to walk a straight line reckless enough to love freely mature enough to be beyond my years strong enough to know dreams can come true no matter your age..
State of mine is your piece of mind how far do you question your potential before you finally find that you have always been one of a kind before you lost your line of sight in your unbreakable mind….
In my world....
There are infinite possibilities and effortless beauties.
I am but a puppet to my heart's passion
In the crudeness of the night
Truth and shadows mimic the twilight
And things that hide in the light
Become plainly and vividly in sight
There is a rawness to utter darkness
It is, in my opinion, what many fear
Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears
As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near
Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.

"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic

"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
Self Portrait
My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
Saturday, April 24, 2010
My World
Posted by Kay Martiatu at 11:06 PM
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I love your world!
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