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))