When love sets you free

I've seen a new me in the mirror
A new reflection that smiled superior, then the one
I use to own.
Scared of my shadow I now dwell on my thrown
I've taken your stabs and bullet wounds and burried them
deep in my veins
digested my pains...
now I got some shyt for you.
I laugh at the things I use to do

saturated with happiness
I've found a new self determined my wealth
a value no one else
could afford. Redefining what love means
compromising my self esteem...
was never what you intended
but love had me recommend to seek his friends
pain, hurt, and jealousy

Pain told me I would be stronger
some God forsaken day for tolerating
what never made sense.

Hurt said I'd overcome some struggle
depending on when pain would subside and take a break

Jealously simply laughed in my face....


It was like a guest that over stayed his welcome
in the worst kind of way
Taking more from me every day
deformation of character to your friends
I'm wondering when it all began
after the lies, deceit and infidelity stopped...

Today
I shine polished smile on top
of what use to be
Love just set me free


I think of all that went wrong and laugh in the face of defeat
I am me, and no one can take that away again
Strong enough to not tolerate what I don't deserve
Bold enough to hear what I've already heard
Wise enough to follow my own drum
Pain, hurt, and jealousy hung.

Love has set me free.

Tablespoon of Heaven

Boiling steam from the kettle
stirred in an ice filled glass
he dissolves in me just the same
melting away my painful past
with new memories of honey
sticky with confidence
its like a tablespoon of Heaven,

with each kiss that he gives.

so deep and passionate
vibrating every part of my soul
I've been awoken from my deadly cold
addicted to the falling
I'm plunging through his hold
with every kiss and hug
under his arms comforting my screams
my tears on his chest liquefying my dreams
of a girl from the projects made to be a queen
its never quite enough

I'm eager for another tablespoon of Heaven.


Once disgusted with myself and disguised
I saw golden gates looking into his eyes
deep like the Atlantic my ancestors traveled
Grains of gravel pour his cement on thick
Persistence and dedication was his only trick
stuck to Donnell's web.

And if Heaven is as good as they say it is with
streets of gold and laughter of children
peace and utopia
without pains and lies, deceit, violence or having to try
living is enough for this paradise in the sky
when God's love filters all sins gone wrong
and angels harmonize in the glory of his song
where clouds serve as pillows and the sky
plush mattresses,
if Heaven is anything like this....

then the beautiful angel God sent in a dream
who met me one day in a poetic scene
must be my tablespoon of Heaven