Across These Lips

Across these lips
Scarlet red of love
The beating heart of a dove
May these flightless wings fly me away to the soul cut out of the same star 
-Someday I do eagerly pray. 
I see him just above the crescent moon, shining in reckless majesty. 
He is the king of my idolatry 
At great distance my body pulls in cosmic chemistry 
Like a magnetic puzzle piece that fits so perfectly 
I know he, his soul, his skin doth bleed 
We, stirred up in romantic mystery, divinely created in the rapture of sea.
How can he deny me, nor I deny thee 
It shapes in the fluidity of the key made under sun
Both chambered in each other, we are a destined fit
His poetry designs who I am, his smile unlocks me
My arms are empty without he,  I hug the sand beneath 
-Until the universe replenishes the same shooting star to travel alongside me

Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) -The last poem of 2012

The City

You are the city that knows my name
In the strength of your walls I secure my claim
Under the glim of your lights
I dance in the sparkle of your hills, I Jump in the puddles of your rains.
Sidewalks are the journey to my landlocked dreams
I place my greatest hope in streets, in the building seams 
My eyes wander to the peak of your majesty, 
I  journey there to write down my hopes, bury my travesty 
The colors of your sunset speak, your skies enlighten and draw out 
In amber waves pulling strength to all that's weak

Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) 

Wasted On Love

Wasted on love
Splattered across the rocks
Drowning in the sea
Driftwood alone
I dreamt, I spent
All of me
The depths wept
If chivalry existed
I could've slept
Ate from its core
Oxygen in lungs
Breathing in its scent
Not failing or falling
But foot held safely 
No stumbling to partake
Only peace at every gate
Wait....wait....wait

KeilaCoateWomack (all rights reserved) December 14, 2012

The Fog

The fog that I feel

The dense pressure is real

Ancient winds blow thru 

Darkness covers sight of blue

All focus is on what I can't see

Such an empty pulling has stricken me

Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) April2012

Mire. A Prayer.

I will sing til the walls come down
I will shout til the victory is found 
I will not bow although the fire grows higher
And I will wait as you wash me from the mire

Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) February2012

Fated To Be Found

You can't trust me because I belong In your daunted past

My face rests in shadows that fall on sheaths of pangs, ring out loud screaming my

name. 

You shut me out, although I'm the same, I've suffered all the shame.

We were stripped naked from each others arms, plucked out from a dream of stars, left 

alone with deepened scars. 

Human flesh played God to tear a lovers covenant, in the name

Of holiness they gouged their sword, they did not save us, but buried our hearts in the 

ground... 

Mine still beats but it's too far down and if you could hear it, it would only remind you 

of what was lost and never 

fated to be found.

KeilaCoateWomack (all rights reserved) January 4th, 2012

My Heart Pulls (not naive to the eyes of a man's desires)

My heart pulls

Is it unhealthy to reminisce of what could've been or what could be?
My mind wanders off to a place where you and I exist.
The cosmic stars pull my heart out of my chest to where it longs to be, somewhere with yours.
But somehow I feel my love for you is a burden,
You close your eyes and cast it off.
I desire the same until the moment comes & the universe speaks your name.
Again & again... My heart pulls.

In love with the mystery

You are  in love with the mystery,
Ive been opened, you've already conquered me.
Now to seek, your eyes see fresh flesh,
Another to daydream, a new dress to impress.
You wish to kiss her cheek, a blushing beauty, hourglass physique.
You play on her interests, gather her likes, become what she's made of -apple & splice,
You feed on her instincts, ravage her time, and when she is swooned over, another name already catches your eye.

KeilaMarieWomack (all rights reserved) October 20, 2011

The Scene Inside Of Me

I lie here naked, floating like a leaf down stream

Evoking a rushing in my pulse

The watery ripples gleam

Pulled apart by rock

Gliding, trickling so effortlessly

The sun reflects the most dazzling of sights

Dancing off the face of the liquid surface

Mirror images of myself I see

A stranger stares back at me

Do I know this woman wrapped in nudity?

Vulnerability has left its mark

Adorning bare chest

With the gift of serenity

With all that's been wasted

The soft breeze replenishes the scene inside of me

Breathe in the fall of my humanity

 Like the fresh breath of the new life of nature on a tree

Embracing the flawed life

Sinking in the wet saturation of the being that is me

KeilaCoateWomack(all rights reserved) 

The Golden Deck

I can not waste love on someone who does not love back,
May the stars cut him from my chest so I can be forever free as is he
He attaches himself to loves whom reject, but I, the flesh who wants him, he wants not.
Dust collects, his heart dies slowly-atrophy for me.
In I, this soul, that is not an option you see, my current state of boundary
Yet still love he, I've longed for escape but find it not
Love, even in pain, is the only way I can see he
-his ghost.
Am I a troubled soul? Is he? Aren't we all at times, if not more.
The spiritual scripture tells, blessed are those who suffer For those that suffer feel, live, breathe what is real.
In my mind, the future is not dead, nothing is promised
But can I not dream instead
Of possibility?
Without hope, the heart is sick,
Tired, tired, sleeping
Awake me then, if there's anything left.
But I need the whole, not pretend.
To the future, I drink to that.
If that not be in the hold of God's universe
Then may my Maker tuck me into the bliss of his heavens
Where I live in his peace
I will tread where angels sweep wing on the golden deck.

December 17, 2012 (all rights reserved_KeilaCoateWomack)

Just A Girl In The World.

I can be ghetto, I can be thug

Show me the dance floor and I'll cut a rug

I can hold my class like a smooth wine glass

But sometimes I'm raunchy, I may be crass 

Just a girl in the world  

Lines get blurred 

Seriousness turns to silliness 

Yearns for youthful bliss

In the innocent things 

I surely miss

Blaring music in crazed dance

Somber stillness to trance

From highs to lows

This day blows

Surely it's groundhog repeat

I need the beach to soak my feet

Break the monotonous glaze

Give me a thrill, on a shoulder raise

I live in my dreams

Too much pressure in reality

Do you really see me 

Or does your mind play who you want me to be?

I am of spiritual grain

Although struggle with the rules of strain

I try to be the purest, but hold down the sensuality to be my truest

I love far too deep

Too painful to be kept, to keep

To the outside I am smiles, I am funny

But on the inside I can be kind of dark and muddy

No one really knows me except for me

And the God above who more simply created me

By Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved. written November 27,2012)

December (love).

A drawing of souls, a mystical reaction. 

Explosion, satisfaction. 
The heart is tempered into action, beating fast in amorous passion.  

Breathe deeper in lovelust,
Bodied Angels sweeping up the dust. 
Slowed, rushed.
Skin weakens, touched, pink cheeks flushed.

Under night skies the feeling falls, vulnerable as flesh calls.
Key, unlocked walls. 
No line, no withdraw on the horizon of lover's  laws. 

Lips linger longing, exhales of the radiant belonging. 
Emotion, exploring. 
Heated skin covering, swells of outpouring.

Intertwined  fingers, flighted feet of embers.
Forget not, remember.
Intoxicating warmth melts the coldest night of December. 

~Keila Coate Womack (all rights reserved) 

Bluest Grim

In anticipation of life, In its waters lull, my thoughts may drown. 

As if waiting were for a fool, it is the rhythm I have found.

In every loss and pain, do I believe to receive a crown?

Engulfed in a shoreline of suffering, will these scars be praised, moreover renowned? 

A child, I lost my kite in the reckless wind.

Coupling my hands, my tightest grip, the storm I could not win. 

Instead, my gaze became caught in the blustering of the skies bluest grim. 

In effort to chase this love, I slipped, I fell, my knees I skinned. 

The ground beneath me held no grace.

It was rough, unforgiving as I stumbled in its place.

I lost my childhood gleam that day, a smile-less face. 

The clouds fiercely moved, you were gone, taken -without a sign, no trace. 

Certain things as these hold no answer for stealing, nor resolve. 

A fortress of foundation that exists with no absolve 

My lips rest idle on mute, the hounding questions never  dissolve.

Only to wait here on wounded knee, in hopeful prayer that this dream will take flight to evolve. 

~k

November 6, 2012 (all rights belong to Keila Coate Womack) 

Destiny's Dimes

I hate that I live in the corner of your mind,
Pushed into a closet,
Memory will be lost in time.
Mists of my face,
Your heart will soon erase,
My soul's silhouette will not elude nor paint a trace.
Remnants of my love poured out from hence inside,
Only to find no place for true love to confide.
Tests and tricks of the times,
Heads or tails on destiny's dimes.
My head is in a question,
I seek prayer of suggestion.
I ask to be free of you as you are of me.

~K

Italy

For us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery â€" back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness." --D.H. Lawrence

"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock." --Orson Welles

But come back in November or December, in February or March, when the fog, la nebbia, settles upon the city like a marvelous monster, and you will have little trouble believing that things can appear and disappear in this labyrinthine city, or that time here could easily slip in its sprockets and take you, willingly or unwillingly, back." --Erica Jong, "A City of Love and Death: Venice"

I Stand For Love

I stand for love,
That is what I live for.
I'm not here to judge you,
Try to make you perfect,
Or settle some unseen score.
I am here to cover you,
Make the black lines fade,
Those things that separate you and I.
I don't see your beliefs, religion.
For all I know,
You paint red in your sky.
While mine is blue.
I have nothing but respect,
Intense understanding for you,
Your hue.
We are made of skin, bones, a beating heart.
You eat vanilla, I prefer chocolate.
It's all that makes you different,
In that, I am addicted.
To love you, your art,
The distant part.
To love, nothing but love.

Keila Coate Womack (August 27, 2012)

. The Budding Of A Song

Give me something to breathe,

You are what I need when pressure is breaking down on me. 

Different philosophies of what we should be,

I shape shift to be what you desire,

To fit into your heart-

Under your lock and key-

Slip me into your pocket-

Safe I will be.

I long to see the words in your eyes, to unravel what's in your soul,

To apprehend what you hold close, What you fear, what makes you free. 

I want to sing the songs that you write, 

Place your hands on me In superfluous harmony. 

Break me down into your arms, make me flutter with your charms. 

Be authentic with me, don't scare off easy for the veracity of alarms. 

What's the harm in dreaming with me, 

I'll lean into all that you are.

My history, my name, it matches you my freckled scar. 

There's beauty in disaster, 

The small frailty of who we are,

There's distance and inquisition- 

Why the connection-

What's our place, our position?

A cocoon to a butterfly,

Life in constant transition.

I am bewildered by your delicate beauty, You can not hide your spark.

You could win over any, 

You capture me, even in the madness of dark.

I know your sensitivity,

I understand it well,

We who are made of fibrous fragility.

It's more difficult to hide our brokenness,

The heaviness is the story we tell.

Know that I feel you,

I possess the same finger printed stains, 

Know that I am close 

Even though I am far away. 

There's a lulling in your voice,

It charges me on-

Invites me to stay-

Somewhere with you-

In a retrospective choice. 

A journey in circles, never ending,

It is a lover's tumultuous shout, 

The budding of a song.

~K (all rights belong to KeilaCoateWomack)

There Is A Light That Burns

There is a light that burns in my ribcage,
Dancing poetry written on the page,
Mystery unravels,
My heart is engaged.

My veins run with emotion,
Love is intense potion,
Oxygen pulling in motion,
Bluest blood pumps grand devotion.

Warmth in my chest,
I hide in tight vest,
 Ruined with passion at its best,
Fluid in motion is life's test.

Stumbling like a fool,
Thoughts continuous tool,
Raging, sweltering oceans
That need no solace rule.

My lips red of sweet stealing,
My hands shake in the touch of feeling,
Body and soul embrace you,
All the while I am stuck on the line & time is reeling.

By Keila Marie (all rights reserved)

Stay

A sentiment of heart,

A mind of remission.

Padlocked the depths of you,

My efforts abort mission.

Your breath blows in,

My shut up soul listens.

Your artisan shadow dances on my page,

I write to describe, 

I trace to resonate your smile of sage.

I light a candle,

Stare into its flame to find your luminous gaze.

Open my window,

Trample the gate.

Carry me on your wing,

To be under your kiss is my fate.

Intertwine our fingers,

Palm to palm we pray.

Tie a knot into each other

So we never have a lost day.

Jump into a lover's wave,

In a motion of swayed delay-
Stay with me-
Stay.

((allrightsbelongto  Keila Marie Womack))