Freedom of Death

Bored to Death…

I am but a pale lifeless ghost walking among others just like me.

A moving cemetery is life, so different and unfair!

But Death is sullen and present in us all.

Suppressed in others But so alive in me.

Quaking in my footsteps.

Vibrating in each whisper.

Shaking in all my thoughts…

 I dream of your peace, DEATH.

How easy and plain the freedom of non-existence, the reality of another dimension

The vivid colours that sparkle in the darkness, the promise of light at the end…

My spirit soars at the image

Of peace from this earthly chaos.

 

Suicidal? Many attempts, only failure.

Diabolic? My faith too strong.

Damaged? Spot on!

Beyond glue, hugs and tender kisses…

Waiting for my angel to fetch me

And piece me back together with the adhesive promise of freedom.

The freedom of evolution..

Lift me up!

Let the apocalyptic clouds gather and envelope this broken captured soul into the warm, beautiful

FREEDOM OF DEATH

Cleo’poetry ©

The Fact Is (I Need You)

Women are strong and independent nowadays. We can pay our own bills and change our own tyres and light-bulbs. This strength and independence must, however, not be to the detriment of our need for intimacy and romance. Nor does it mean that brothers can now absolve themselves of their responsibilities since we can afford our own way. We need the love connection to a partner and the kids need their daddy. The selection below is a beautiful illustration of my point. Love and light, brothers and sisters.

 

“The Fact Is (I Need You)”

I can pay my own light bill baby
Pump my own gas in my own car
I can buy my own shoe collection
I’ve been blessed thus far
I can kill the spider above my bed
Although it’s hard because I’m scared
I can even stain and polyurethane
But some things just don’t change
I need you yeah
Sometimes so hard to say oh
I need you
Some things remain
I could buy my own groceries baby
Get my hair tight, my nails right
I can floss my own bling bling
Write the words to the songs I sing
I can even raise the child we’ll make
Make sure he’s loved and knows what God gave us
I can teach him how to walk and stand
But he needs you to help him be a man
We need you
So hard to say
We need you
Some things don’t change
I could be congresswoman
Or a garbage woman or
Police officer, or a carpenter
I could be a doctor and a lawyer and a mother and a good girl
God what you’ve done to me
Kind of lover I could be
I could be a computer analyst, the Queen with the nappy hair-raising her fist
Or I could be much more and a myriad of this
Hot as the summer, sweet as the first kiss
And even though I can do all these things
I need you
And even though I can do all these things
We need you
We need you
We need you
And even though I can do all these things by my damn self
I need you
I do, I do, I do, I do
And even though I can do all these things
I need you
We need you
We do
We need you yeah
We need you

By Jill Scott

Cleo’poetry ©

John Legend performs “Again” at the Def Poetry Jam

Cleo LOOOVES John Legend… God is alive and therefore I WILL meet him one day. *sigh* I won’t front though. It wasn’t love at first sight. He had to grow on me and, boy, has he flourished. The love is unconditional. I bought that disaster of a third album and I’m even a fan of that Christine Teigen he drags everywhere :-(. Enjoy this. I love the acapella sound and the song is so real and relatable. Who doesn’t have that one person they keep running back to… AGAIN?

Cleo’poetry ©

Common – Def Poetry Jam

If you know me, you know I looove me some Common. He’s just one of those thinkers who look like he could give you an orgasm by simply whispering sweet punchlines in your ear. He speaks with such relatable depth. F*ck what Sarah Palin and Fox News say, as the main man himself says – “The revolution will not be televised, The revolution is here!!!”
 Anyway, enjoy.