I strike as silently as the flash that you seldom see
That jump in your heart once you realize that beauty was me
Fear that ignites as quickly as it disappears
Your eyes realize the brightness of my path that I clear
Only for seconds for my rage is that great
Silent
Bright
Don’t underrate
Unconquered phenomena that seeks solitude with grace
Yet I demand your attention with each gravitational pull
You cannot silence me I am a force to be reckoned with if you can try to find a
way to
Define my theories that bend the rules of this world’s time
My bolts of ideas leave shadows of my influence behind
I am unstoppable, beautiful, deadly
with a brightness to bring dark skies to life
Science, reason, and logic target my location but cannot understand my strife
I challenge the moon and rape the clouds to bend to my will
I wish you could see that beyond this beauty I withhold a special skill
That only you can see
I am strong for others while constantly providing new ways to protect me
Whereas you hold my power of love and truth
And you are my lightening that I run to
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
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Lightening
Posted by Kay Martiatu at 8:18 AM
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3 comments:
WHat do you say to that? lol
And on top of that you thought of this at 8 in the morning...women...:)
WOW,you r toooooooooooooooooo much.Intelligent,beautiful,great friend,a poet,a writer,a wife,U R AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)
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