Reborn

I searched long and hard
For who I am
Both inside and out
Peeling off layers of distractions
In an effort to get to the core of my creativity
A few sleepless nights
Stomach aches and grey hairs
I have arrived to something
I had forgotten
While fighting to gain your trust.
My creativity is reborn

love bus

Love was delivered by the adorable yellow VW bus.
Joy-est ride.

Obstacles we created in minds
Misunderstanding words could not articulate
Silence conversation could bear the cry
the tears turned ice, frozen the heart of the fire
as the fire burns and no one will be alive

New Cover. I am working on the next few issues. Trying to balance shoots, models, makeup artists, wardrobe, school work, interviews, writing, family and TV. I have managed to get something productive this week. Next week should be fun and hopefully less chaotic.

Give me Life

So many sad stormy mornings, I wake crying
In handcuffs I wear my fear on my sleeves
I've slaved for your acceptance and passion
To fill my empty being
A blood soaked masked
Play and dance in the river of death
That is now my solace
I've slaved for your acceptance and passion
I have walked, danced, cried, made love to you,
Have labor and even curse God
I am black in color
Surrounded by pain
Pain that has driven me to love
Love that is the energy
That makes me slave for the love
Of the only being that lives in my head and my heart
Take my hand
Take my time
Take my life
And give me life.

Red Roses

Red roses' meaning wil last more than its remaining days
Wind push Valentine's ice flakes towards my face
Show love to Lovers on the bright day
Every step corrupting snow's true color
Flustered by unmoving gifts
Give love more than love.
Every hug on everyday counts

the journey

Foreseen these tears out of my eyes
Warned this path taken will not be easy
Yet fate had lead the road to here
There is no other choice but to walk on
I heard sighs from my angels and crys of my weaknesses
You told me you will hold strong and carry us through
But I look at pair of foot steps on the sand,
I kept thinking it was only you.
Would I lose to distance or whatever come across
I screamed and cried, only heard patience i have not

Will I see the light of day or
Will I self defeat to yet another tragedy i created.
More months and years, our frail promise has to withstand.