Soulistic Poet writes

Lucky Number 7

Welcome to Vegas! 

Step forward,
Pick a table
Have a seat,
Split the deck.
Drinks on the house,
As long as you keep gambling,
Be ready to risk all you have on this game of love.

Good Luck!

The buy in price is honesty (1).
So go ahead,
Confess…
What are you looking for?
Are in you this to play one hand,
Or are you playing for the jackpot of love?
Do you plan on playing a few rounds,
Test your luck,
See if you can get a few wins,
And then leave before you get to win love?
What are your intentions?
Playing the game just for fun,
Does it matter or not if you win or lose?
Do you feel you have anything to lose?
Are you willing to go all in,
Or are you planning on playing it safe,
And leave when the stakes become too high?
Honesty gets you in the game,
So be sure to be truthful.

Trust (2) is the big blind.
You are required to trust every once in a while,
Even when you don’t know what is going to happen.
There will come a time when you have to go out on faith,
And place your trust on the table.
Your trust may result you in winning the pot of faithfulness,
Or you might get screwed by the forced gamble,
End up losing your trust,
In exchange for betrayal.
But remember,
That’s just one hand,
And if you are after the jackpot,
A loss is all just a part of the game.
But I encourage you to be brave,
Because as the game goes on
The time will come
When you will have to trust again.

The small blind is communication (3).
Just when you think you’ve placed enough,
In the big blind of trust,
Next hand you are required to place down communication.
However,
That’s not all.
If you want to see the “turn”,
You are required to add on acceptance (4).
Communication only gets you your cards,
Acceptance is what allows you to bet,
It’s what allows you to continue the game,
And see what may come next.
It is one thing to communicate,
It’s another to accept what you hear,
Accept how you feel,
And then communicate back those feelings,
Effectively.
If you are in this game for the jackpot of love,
The small blind and its companion,
Must be laid on the table.

This is the part of the game,
That separates to the boys from the men.
Boys are afraid so they will “check” their way through the game.
But a man…A man will not just bet,
He will “raise”.
He will see all that is already in the pot,
And raise you Financial Security (5).
A man understands the number one cause of divorce is money.
So,
In order to win the jackpot he will show he’s ready financially.
He will maintain a steady job,
Pay at least half the bills,
He will secure his bet
With stocks and bonds.
A real man,
He plays to win.

Now here comes the big play,
Every once in a while you have to go all in.
Matching the blind keeps you in the game,
Raising shows you aren’t afraid,
But if you are in to win,
You have re-raise.
Re-raise Support (6),
And call with Good Sex (7).
Put everything you have on the table,
Play as if you have a royal flush,
Even when only holding a pair of twos.
Sometimes a good bluff
Leads to the competitors’ withdrawal,
Leaving you to claim the prize of love.

Welcome to Vegas!
This is a game of love,
And if you are looking to win the jackpot,
Just remember the rules of Lucky Number 7.

Soulistic Poet writes

Confession 16

I swear my demons
Respect no boundaries
They penetrate all of me
Without consent, constantly
I have nowhere to run
Nowhere to seek safety
They stalk and hunt and trap
My peace of mind, in a box of insanity

They demand daily falacio
So they could release in me self-doubt
Ejaculating self-hate
Directly into my mouth
So that all my words will be tainted
And the power of my tongue will fall out
They want to mute my voice of reason
And silent the pen in me that tries to shout

I can't even describe the pain
Of the night fall sodomy
How they arch my back to ensure
They can pound at all of me
Stabbing so deep
My soul gets assaulted brawlfully
Leaving a bleeding spirit that begs them
To please leave me with at least an ounce of dignity

I often wonder if they see my tears
As they stroke away in my center
If they don't feel the fear in my thighs
As they go to enter
As they go to kill my hope
And leave my dreams in the hands of murder
They want me to burn alive
As they "superman" me with their ether

I don't even know if it's rape anymore
I no longer have the energy to fight
I freely give them my mind in the day
And willing expose my body at night
Before they even enter the room
I've already turned off all the lights
I now consider the darkness my home
And these demons my faithful husbands and wives 

 

Soulistic Poet writes

Bass, Alto, Treble, and Soprano

I swear I want nothing more
Than for us to harmonize
I’m desperate for you to see
The pulsating bass in my eyes
Just so you can catch the rhythm
Of the tears I cry at nights
And wipe them away
Before they make hazy
And blur love’s true sight

I dream of your alto lips
Perfect whispers, sweet and low
Giving me hopes of a tune of love
That makes my darkened heart glow
Kind of like
The story I heard as a child
When love helped the grinch’s heart grow
I believe if you sing with me
We will make music that soulfully flows

Don’t tell me you don’t feel the treble
From the butterflies in our core
I know they fly in unison
And baby I just want more
I’m convinced what we have here
Is nothing like we’ve had before
Broken hearts
And lonely souls
Seek diligently for this kind of love that cures

Baby I know you hear my truth
As it sings from the depths of my being
Follow the rivers of my soprano notes
As it releases all I’m feeling
I never thought
The day would come
I would find music I could truly believe in
So baby please lay your lyrics on my beat
And harmonize with each breath we’re breathing

Soulistic Poet writes

 

I Suffer Not

Lately,
It feels like the whole world thinks I’m crazy.
They say my visions are too dark and shady,
That I’m blinded by blood,
And that my eyes are now hazy.
That I’m fascinated with knives, guns,
And fires that blaze me.
That I’m sick and twisted,
For wanting blades to graze me.
They say I’m a fucking mess,
Because the thoughts of blood mixed with tears amaze me.
And the sight of dead bodies don’t faze me.
And sometimes I think,
Well maybe,
The world is right I’m crazy,
But who cares,
This is the shit that makes me.

Sometimes,
They try to convince me that I’ve lost my mind,
That I am being led by thoughts that are blind,
And since I love S and M I refuse to escape my bind.
They keep telling me to fix myself cause I’m running out of time,
They refuse to fucking listen when I tell them that I’m fine.
My thoughts may indeed be a warning sign,
And my fuck it attitude may be the results of a corrupted mind.
But damn if I don’t love walking this thin ass line,
Damn if I don’t love the sour juice that comes with life’s lime,
I love the burn in my skin when I bathe in vinegar brine.
I live for the pain that comes with a graters’ grind.
And it’s a great possibility that I have lost my mind,
But who cares,
I enjoy burning in the sunshine.

Every now and then,
I get approached by men,
Who have full intentions,
Of being more than friends,
Then when I display my love,
They say it’s too intense for them,
They run in the other direction,
Say I’m too desperate for my heart to get mend.
And that I have too many rules,
And no wiggle room to bend,
They say I’m psychotic,
And should go back to therapy again.
And shit they may be right,
But they will miss out in the end.
For my love is hard to gain,
But it comes from deep within,
And who cares if these men are punks,
And too bitchass to take something so intense,
If they think I love them too hard,
They should see how I love my friends,
Shit I may just may love crazy,
But I’m the most loyal bitch,
Ask them.

Every once in a while,
The world tells me I need to smile,
They insist that I’m too angry,
And have been fucked since I was a child,
They say my anger boils and bubbles,
And combines with my inner bile.
They say they have fights,
Knives and bullshit on my file.
They are convinced my name is nothing,
And I don’t even deserve a trial,
They want me locked up,
And trapped up,
No phone call not one number to dial.
And yeah they just may be right,
My anger may be pouring from soul onto the tile,
I may be crazy,
And been this way since a child,
But I love being red hot,
And I have no interest in becoming mild.

Every day the tell me,
I suffer from insanity,
That my life is such a mess,
And I desperately need some clarity.
To which I say,
Thank you for your charity,
But I suffer not from insanity,
See you see me suffering in your world
But I thrive in my own reality.

Soulistic Poet writes

Relationship Status (It’s complicated)

I am committed to polygamy
However
I am flirting with monogamy
Cause I only married polygamy
Because monogamy
Never seems to be what it ought to be
Polygamy doesn’t have to lie to cheat
Monogamy can’t even tell me what it wants from me

I am committed to a life of dating
But I have an affair with the idea of marriage
Only because with dating
I don’t have to face my fears of the average
The average marriage only lasts 8 years
50% will end in tears
Money is the number one cause of divorce
Jealousy is a driving force
Less and less people are taking the course
But damn if my affair with marriage
Doesn’t feel pure

I am committed to living for the moment
But I fuck around with hopes of forever
And though I often profess my thoughts of never
Forever provides an idea that seems better
So when momentary bliss is absent
I write forever love letters
I tell forever I want it
But common sense won’t let me fall for it
My relationship with
Momentary bliss
Forces me to believe forever is bullshit

I am committed to my reality
Which is a heart that is empty
And though my bed may have a visitor
My soul is in need of company
So in order for my relationship to last
I often cheat with fantasy
A world that has just ONE
Who loves me endlessly
Loves me for me
And not what he expects of me

I am committed to myself
But I’m ready commit adultery with someone else
I am committed to learn to love
I’m just admitting I need some help

Soulistic Poet writes

I fell hard
For the lies
Told by L
And now I'm lost
Somewhere between
O and V
Desperately
Seeking the end
Of E
Cause I've come to understand
Love does not love me

I gave him all I had
And made apologies
Every step of the way
Begged for forgiveness
When I handed over
My broken heart
Told him to handle it with care
For the sharp edges tend to cut
Anyone who tries to hold me tight
And it would kill me
If he were to bleed even just a drop

I asked him to stay focused
On the light
Of my eyes
Because I know my mind
Gets pitch black sometimes
And that inner demons
Play ping pong
With my emotions
I pled for his mercy
Whenever he bore witness
To the dark side of my smile

I knew I was asking a lot
But I needed him
To forgive
My transgressions
My soul
She has a tendency
To build walls
And set traps
With hopes of having just one
Climb to her rescue
She behaves like a prisoner
Because she is constantly beaten
By her own rejection

I took a chance
And laid my all on the table
As he convinced me
He would never leave me to eat alone
And yet
Here I am
Starving for the Loyalty of L
While forsaken
Somewhere between O and V
Desperately praying he returns
To the Everlasting
Arms of E

Soulistic Poet writes

Day Thief

In broad daylight
He arrived
And stole
Everything
She had
In a matter of minutes
She was empty
Void of everything
She once held dear

With just one palm
And five fingers
He stole her voice
As he covered her lips
He snatched her scream
And her confidence
Right from her throat
Now
She only whispers with her eyes
And no one can hear
Her cries for help

With two lips
And three words
"Move and die"
He stole her faith
As he reached
For her breasts
He grabbed her prayers
From the core
Of her heart
Now
She only prays through the keys of her piano
She plays every day
Hoping God will decode the notes

With two hands
And full force
He stole her safety
As he stripped
Her of her clothes
He broke through the armor
Of humanity
She no longer lives free
She finds comfort
In the walls she's built
She said she rather be lonely in her prison
Than be invaded
Yet again

With one penis
And ten strokes
He stole her soul
As he brutally entered her body
He took hold of her destiny
No longer does she plan
For tomorrow
Her last day of living
Was when he robbed her of hope
Now
All she does is inhale and exhale
Never feeling the air on her skin

With nine minutes
And forty-eight seconds
He stole 32 years
As he walked away
He pocketed her good memories
And threw her sexual pleasures
In the garbage
She can't recall
The sweet caress of love
Now
All hands are the same
Coarse
Callus
And careless
She only knows how to embrace fear

In broad day light
He arrived
And stole
Everything
She had
In a matter of minutes
She was empty
Void of everything
She once held dear