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was lost on the road of Broken Heartedness,
turned onto Circle Neglected,
frustrated, I U-turned on St. Dead Expectations,
beyond discouraged by the dead ends & constant new beginnings,
….said forget it, we all grown!
either we grow as One, or the hell with it all together,
adults shouldn't have to raise adults!

Sick of all these damn Blvds!
Blvd Next Time'll Get It!
Blvd Try Again!
Blvd Not This Damn Time!
done paying these fines,
this torment should be illegal!
done doing time, for crimes I didn't commit,
it's become lethal!
my ol' calloused Soul, having given up,
She is the truly faith-Full,
always the shelter for my heart,
& while my mind did mourn day & night,
….it whispered... forget it!
why expect it?
but My Soul, carrying an infinite song,
sang don't ever forget Me....
we're off the wonder-Full road most traveled,
it is the heart's deadliest,
it is the road of short-lived love stories,
accomplished by bloody tears, fractured hearts,
& soul spills...

chose to travel the road of the less traveled,
where the physical isn't the coveted, but,the depth of Souls,
where appearances & external desires aren't solely the Sun's shine,
& where darkness is light...
as Her full Moon peers through,
revealing bottled up inner beauties,
Tear's pleasures & Anguishes inhibited...
it is the home of dreams smothered & deterred...

for those who know... discover...
embrace this beauty...
tasting the honey withIn the shadows,
Know, that we always dwell in the amorousness & luminance of the night...
of Rt. Hope & ReBirth,
where Souls peer through, for this is Her origin...
Walk with Me...
Here the aureole is so brilliant, that walking is the only sensible means to travel now.
& we will bathe in the aura of Love's true knowledge & beaut...


© LeTisha.Woods 10/26/2013

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Deaf Ears

couldn't pay you with the last of the nickels you left me with,
to fulfill your promises
or to display some of that midnight lovin' in Day's light,
to create peace, in the world that surrounded us...
& it didn't matter what I said or did,
all of the facts & tears went ignored
& if the clues had been written in stone,
you still wouldn't have seen the house in which we dwelt,
was no longer a home,
my voice had become silent to your hearing...
deaf ears refused my voice's pleas,
as I exhaustedly beat the drums inside of your ears,
with my determination for change, hopes in your abilities
& fear of another failure,
...with confusion strong & persistence...
I listened to you say you never saw it, say you didn't know,
& man...I've had a hard time comprehending that,
with all the tears you watched flow,
now your overdue attention just doesn't stream smoothly
& as suddenly as the pounding upon your eardrums ceased,
so did my heart's bleeding,
I saw that we were merely sustaining in survival mode
& you know, even when I spelled that little bit out,
I was still the only one who understood the severity of my lost hope,
...it was when our Love was parched dry & I had nothing left to spill,
that you began wondering the reasoning for my disconnect,
proclaiming that you didn't understand & how you would swallow this huge pill,

Me?.....
Stunned by the suggestion that my hell, my loneliness, my suffering...
that my very spirit had not only been stomped, but rolled up & left orphaned,
Pain-numb...
there are no words, no expressions nor emotions you could give,
which could free this repetitive fear...
the depth of my hollowness won't allow such a reaction to be stimulated,
for another bond to have been breached...
but I listened on....I did...
knowing you knew, as well as I by the calloused scars I had revealed,
& listened myself into an ignorance of reality, for my dreams that still lived...
now perplexed by the bile released from your guts,
but unmoved & steadfast in the least,
as I'd had my own taste of disgust
there's truly nothing I'm willing to do, again...
for loneliness & weariness have pierced me through & through,
but It no longer tortures me, with questions to things I'll never know,
it's taken too much energy, & I've already began using it to rebuild my soul,
knowing it is worth every ounce of who I Am
~ “Enough”

© 10/25/2013 LeTisha.Woods