SWEET COMMUNION

What do I have in my coffer 

To offer the world

Just a broken girl who's seen too much

And have lost touch with reality

Who am I to presume

I have anything worth offering to you

I wear my heart open

And sometimes get trampled

I don't exude strength 

But I am strong when I have to

I know I few things

But they're only my truth

If you tried them on 

They might not fit

While for me they're scripture

Go ahead if you like

Try them on they might fit you

I can only speak what I've lived through and proven

Though some views are colored by my bruises

But you'll live to tell the tale

By the way my books are on sale

Buy one

And enter the mind of a broken butterfly healed

My words will take you places

Transcend you through mind

And teach you a lesson

With a sweet little rhyme

Go ahead buy one

And try one on for size

I promise you

Locked inside is a sweet, sweet surprise

Life reflected through my eyes

Back through yours 

Breaking down barriers and unlocking doors

We commune ...

 -M Pen...

     

 IN THE MIRROR

I can see the tears welling up in my eyes

They cry so often

Softening my resolve

Every obstacle an un-solved mystery

Constantly repeating history

Joy stealers lurk

Studying contention

Holding hate conventions

Spreading dissension and lies

With transparent alibis

And wicked eyes

They will destroy everything in their path and laugh at you

Regardless of all the good you do

Their heart is black towards you

Is there a place I can run to

Where the wicked can't come to?

Not on this plane

Where light hides behind the darkness

And watch as it flourishes

Mourning its demise

With swollen bloodshot eyes... 

-Moshia' Pen

Aroused

Your breath on the nape of my neck

Tickling my skin

Taunting my flesh

Your palm hot and searing 

Touching me

So tender

Scorching 

Preparing the way for surrender

My thighs burn

Till legs are parted

Properly moisturized and softened

Aroused 

Arrested by euphoric gasps and groans

Overtaken by pheromones

We succumb...

-Moshia'

RATTLING CAGES

It's the little foxes that spoil the vines
Don't you find?
The little lies we sprinkle
That makes life less than simple
And brick by brick
They take apart
The wall we built to protect our heart from hate

The worst sins start out so minuscule
Manipulation is the tool of the thief
Not the lover
Lies smother truth
Resentment raised the roof
Love disappeared
Like poof

What a tangled web Mr weaver
When you practiced to deceive her
You deceived you instead
Lay in that hard bed
And pontificate
All the drama that you simulate 

Rattling cages...

-Moshia'

LOVE is the catalyst for change

whether it's self-love 

Or love from another

Spouse child or mother

Family or friend

Love is where it all begins

Love gives us courage

Love gives us power

Love gives us wings

Love is the catalyst for all great things

So have a heart

And spread some love today...

Greetings from Moshia' Pen

 Reflections of a broken butterfly

Today was emotional for me. I watched two episodes of lie to me and they were both involving physical abuse, one rape and the other domestic violence involving a lover. I cried after both episodes and now I am writing. I feel sad, like I want to cry my eyes out and lay in bed watching cartoons, smoke weed and drink Hennessy all day with the shades drawn and the house dark, but those days are long gone. I've grown and evolved. Even if my eyes bleed for ten to thirty minutes max.

Why are my tears clear? 

Why don't they show my distress, in some dark imposing color; like burgundy or black, just transparent, clear and innocent like they have no meaning, like the rain drops, clear and innocent, yet they can multiply into a flood drowning out every word I say?

I would have gladly saved my tears for moments of joy only tears could express, those were then scanty but now more bountiful.
I can only respect this moment, watch it past by me and dry my eyes refusal to cooperate with with my stiff upper lip and steeled composure. I've spent too much time looking  for closure, those days are over, that girl is gone, never to return or be the same. My pain it seem has polished me to a smooth shiny gem. I may tear for a moment and then, back to work again...