Anyone reading this know a good editor? Anyone interested in editing my book for money? Let me know, it’s almost time.
Because this song will always be fuego.
“Realizedd I don’t miss you,
just your comfort.
The freedom that came from knowing, even if the world is burning down,
I was exactly where I needed to be.
You were the dream,
that forced me to wake-up.”©
Full sentences are suffocating. Stop.
No room for even one thought. Let alone two. Stop.
Everything is just their, even the greys are spelled out. Stop.
I thought it was the end of days,
my heart becoming stone,
my body clay,
until you came and chose to stay.
Those before you,
would only wittle away.
Sculptors or vultures,
they’d leave dust and grey.
So when you approached,
I expected the same.
Another tamer looking for artists to claim.
Sweat dripping from your brow,
I can see you giving your best.
Taking your time,
I peeked not expecting much to be left.
You added a crown,
gave me wisdom and strength.
Wrapped me in a cape of your love,
gave my legs extra length.
Now I’m a giant,
capable and complete.
You don’t see what is needed,
you add to my beat.
Broke me free of my tomb,
and by my side we will reign.
“Only the strongest woman alive,
losing her mom on the same day she arrived.
Cruely you have to be stronger,
she had you wrapped in love for decades,
before she left our eyes.
I’m here to tell you,
that you are.
Eternally her star will always rise,
on your path to thrive.
She loves you. We all do.”
“Blessed is the poet to be given their powers.
Cursed is the poet by what they devour.
Given this gift of explanation,
while choking on loves endless exploitation.
Always dreaming this dream of potentiality,
but trapped by the dogma of eternal causality.”©