Miss Lizabee

Statuesque...

Thick if you will

My girl is

Fly

She’s a a di-va

But not self proclaimed

From her hair to her heels

Oh you’ll like what you see

Couture will be her claim to fame

Not that play play, my girl has a gift

That will soon sweep the nation

She catches everyone’s attention

Yet seems shy

Don’t make that mistake and underestimate

Swagger like hers people scramble to fake...

All kinds trip, stumble and fall to catch her eye

But in Him her heart is hidden

So I’m sorry my guy...

I can’t give you her number...

But on your own you may try...

Poetry...

I can't see

Breathe

Think

Concentrate

For thoughts of you

There's not a song

Not a sight

Not a corner I can turn

That doesn't evoke vivid images of you

There's not a height

Weight

Build

Smile

Feature

That could make me turn my head

For me

You're perfect

Every hair

Every look

Every flaw

Made just to compliment me

You are...

Faithless...

I’ve been confused, time and again

And the author of confusion is not God

Does that too, include you church?

You have had me perplexed, more than one time

Is that fault solely mine?
Is your purpose to drive away or beckon closer?

Is the word for the saint, or the sinner?

How do we learn, about a God of love

But in the midst receive from you hate?

How do you teach that we aren’t perfect

But present an image of self righteous, faultless, egotistical perfection?

How do you swear by the scripture that says not to judge

Yet turn up your nose at us, yes us

For we fall down...and WE get up

Again, and again...doesn’t it say, forgive seventy times seven?

Apparently you’ve been keeping track, and I’ve run out of chances...

I’ve heard sermon after sermon “No one has a heaven or hell to throw you in”

And “In order to truly live, you must kill your flesh”

Well neither do you, church, and your funeral is past due

Love is you...

More than words can say

More than I can feel

Sweeter than any honey bees can make

Faster than my heart can beat

Sensations like skydiving, no parachute

Falling deeper, faster, harder, longer in love

Blinding, scorching, consuming

Love

Climbing, building, overtaking

Suffocating, life sustaining

Never forsaken, I smirk as I see

The darkest heart, growing

Unfolding, blooming, blood flowing

Pulsing, living, smiling

Love...is you.

Displaced Anger...

dissatisfaction I'm feeling
cuz missin you is
all that I been thinkin of
it trickles down to our conversation
leaving huge gaps, and misery
forgotten for just a moment my heart
all I know is now
now I'm mad
and nothing to be done
it's not your fault or mine
how do we fix it?
not enough to end it
this too shall pass
all a part of the long run
wish I could fast forward past
the hard, the bad, the long nights
anticipating a touch that won't come
a look I can't see...a hug, a kiss
absence makes the heart grow fonder you say?
I'm not readily inclined to agree...
I don't know about you
but I'm not fond of tears
aching
waiting
ohhhhh, it's so hard!!!
but the love sustains
it keeps me focused
but momentarily
I couldn't be more pissed...

This love...

You make my heart flutter

My step hesitate

I run to you, but try to walk away

You have awakened me

From a dangerous sleep

Only true love's kiss

Could penetrate so deep

Ly, you love me

Specially...different...