I painted my thoughts
Of the moment,
Unfettered,
Afterwards,
I moved back,
To make sense of the whole
I saw the most beautiful
Mole,
Parting lips
A pure, sincere and honest
Heart
Beating cheerfully at a corner
It’s the similitude
Of,
The one reading this.
28/12/2012
There are,
Truly are,
Areas delight can plate themselves from.
From crops of ecstasy,
Grown in the belly of a lady,
Which you’re essentially,
Springing beyond the weeds and thorns of life.
I love the field from which these crops grow,
With all my heart.
Need be said again I think,
I love the field,
Not the farm.
Jan 2013
I’m not ready for tears
For self pity
For Lamentations
I’m not getting ready for
Hardships
And struggling
And surviving
I’m ready for war
And taking it with violence
And questioning you
If I must!
I’m getting ready for a
Testimony!
Already brewing in the spirit
Realm!
I must prepare my speech
How I will deliver it
That on this day the doctors
Declared me ****
And on this day you sent your word
And delivered my healing!
If the violent no longer
Take by force in this era
Then Grace
Show me your face!
Show me your strips by which
I’m healed!
You’ve never failed me
And you won’t start now
My faith is without borders
And I refuse to let tears fall!
28/01/2015
Tasha
Petals of The Wind|love is beautiful..and painful 