My heart gets dark, like

     Baroque style art

                 much is hidden 

away in the shadows.

       Green with envy,

little do they know of my sentiment.

The darkness will never go away

                for it transcends all time 

         with duality in mind 

there is so much emphasis 

                                        on the light 

But my darkness 

is deep enough to consume

a thousand oceans,

             it blew me, anew

                            through and though 

each season, so many or reasons 

that are above and so below 

              me now.

        the fragile thing like human ego 

forever I’m trying to evade 

dark like the Forrest 

night at 4:32am

      I have always protected them

       from me

from all of the things they never see

            there is a great price you pay

for spiritual wealth, and that

           is the price 

                        of truly facing yourself 

something many spend lifetimes 

avoiding 

but there is no storming out 

               this time

my darkness is divine

         it handles things, 

                & makes them feel sublime

I am the ying

                        I am the yang

        I am the woman

                              not easily tamed 

my heart gets dark,

                   like baroque art

not all which lie in the shadows 

my days taking pictures of things

I found beautiful

whimsical prints of lovers

caught off guard,

stars in their eyes no cares in the world

I wish I spent my time sunbathing

wind warm against my hair

no care of the world of tomorrow

a lot of things I fantasize of

is just that, for the thought

of a peaceful world

it is worth every man who

didn’t understand me,

not appreciative enough to keep it real

wearing masks as if I’m not a seer

it is clear to me that they fail

to see mine

caught within one’s ego everytime I

can’t believe it took that long

To simply meet somebody

who could keep it real with me

to show me their real personality

Oh, how I love to watch and see

the differences between you

& the rest of them

I can’t even imagine being in love

trusting a man,

holding hands

walking down the street,

feeling safe in being meek,

when I feel like it.

Knowing he commands the attention

of each room that he enters

kissing me in the center of

his innermost being

seeing

things that no one else

can see in me

and still making the conscious

decision to choose me everyday

kissing each fear away,

the day I’m sleeping

in the safest

strongest arms I’ve never known

a man that knows

how to control

his ego,

I can only go

where you lead me.

to feel safe with a man,

and that feeling never

gets snatched away.

It stays without questions

no second guessing this love

twiddling my fingers on your chest

before I drift asleep, I wasn’t tired