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...

ME

She sits right outside me

Hovering

Watching

Guiding me

She teaches me to sing

When my eyes well up with tears

She soothes away my fears

Never far from me

We vibe on the same plane

She even gives me warning

When it's about to rain

It's my own fault if I don't listen

And make heavy my plight

Even so she's right here to help me

And coax me to the light

She's my conscience

My advisor

The god that lives inside her and without

She's everything I dream about

And aspire to be

Even though she's already

Me...

-MOSHIA'

WRITERS CUE

My mind is equipped with a ready writer and a pen

Who told me dreams come true if you record them

So I started to take long walks in my mind 

And write down what I find

Now the writer and I are in sync

All day long I write what she thinks

And beautiful words eloquently penned

Finds its way from my mind to my fingers then print

My only chore is to listen for the writers cue 

Then instruct pen what to do

And write my life...

-Moshia' Pen

From my REFLECTIONS: Enter the Mind of a Broken Butterfly

available on Amazon and Create Space.

A book of poetry expressing the inner thoughts, feelings and emotions of a broken butterfly learning to fly again. I write poems that express how I feel in hopes of helping others to heal their broken wings, and to let them know someone out there can identify with their feelings.

THE CLIMB

It's time to stop circling the mountain

and make the climb

It's as simple as a shift in mind

Time to stop blaming them for your plight

Time to love yourself in-spite of your flaws

I know what they did

but you were the cause

Time to stop lying and using people

Stop hurting yourself

And do right by you

Relationships can get pretty stormy

Trying to fold them like origami

You can't fix everything with I'm sorry

Sometimes we suffer the worst

Decisions made on the spur

Continue to impact life long after conception

We must carefully weigh our decisions

Before they cause us division of the worst kind

Between the spiritual and mankind

One shouldn't be so blind they can't see

The only enemy they possess

Is in the heart they carry in their chest...

- Moshia Pen