The aRtIsT

Being an artist may not pay the bills but it restores the heart, fills an absent mind &gives bread to a hungry soul. ~Keila

Stranger~>

I dare not look upon your face

The connection is too strong

I might lose ground & forget my place

Chemical reaction boils blood

Unforeseen satisfaction

Avoid eyes dancing in &out

 I dream of you

Arms warm, ear against beating heart 

Feed me with a midnight memory

Steal me away, run through me with weeping words

So I may feel something 

Be in my veins

Holistic healing 

Who are you really

Distant life that is alluring

....Captured 

The heat of you 

A torch I can't remove 

Deep in what I speak is your soul 

A ghost in whom is taunting me

A stranger-sadly out of reach

Original Poetry by KeilaCoateWomack (all rights reserved)

Everyone Needs Saving

You try to play it Cool
Build your walls up so dense and thick that you no longer recognize your reflection
It takes a drink of spirits to break the lock on your tongue
Truth speaks and your soul comes undone 
I want to get close to you 
But your fear keeps me tied to a white wall
My love could ignite the color you want to explore
Take you to new heights 
Pick your broken heart up off the floor
Free pulse pumps out by an ocean wave
Tap in, Be free, it's you I want to save

Original poetry by KeilaCoateWomack

Skin & Bones

Skin and bones make up the throne of my identity
A heart of flesh and a smile alone
Delicate stitching in a land locked soul
Drifting and dreaming of that island in which I claim
Whether it makes sense or seems insane
Rain trickling off my hair
Down my face, lips shutter in despair
Lost the one I love, but life shall not be the undertaking of the best of me
Earthquake of misfortune shakes
Squeezed the life of sight from vision
But death of suffering will not quench this fire within,
A passion of compass to sail the ship from turning in
Winds drive on heavy mind
Creatively spinning, crafting a colorful strength in step-
Will not waver on the path,
Flying or falling, fists stiff against opposition
This child is grown into a woman, tattered and broken
Carry on, wearing a face of free disposition
I will not back down,
I am chosen, I keep a fighting position

Original poetry by KeilaCoateWomack (all rights reserved)

The Muse

Be the muse I can't refuse 

 Fire that rages, my day breaking news

 I'll be warmth when you're cold

An anchor when there's a storm 

Just don't deny me the inspiration I see in you 

A door shut, now opened

To a new world view

Dancing in the light of a dream

Star gazing through your window seam 

My curiosity tip toes on a tight rope

Let me fall, catch me, put my back against a wall 

Your atmosphere sets me on a mountain top

You are every road I want to take 

Come close, there's no mistake 

When love comes, don't deny its given place

~k (all rights belong to KeilaCoateWomack) #redcoate #originalpoetry

Forever Blue

You are a familiar dream

A scene that stirs under the stars 

Beneath the moon that I adore

Your hands are strong, caressing the heavenly's

Shoulders set apart 

Chest chiseled in marbled decadence 

Hold me within the wake of morning 

Face lit with the glow of sunrise 

Prestige of a distant time 

Aged with sentiment 

In your eyes I hide mine

Drawn up in the unknown 

I paint your silence in a stroke of water-colored wine 

A Divine kiss to stir up a rouge of words on your lips 

Study the lines of you, I surely miss 

Make a teardrop fall on a wing of reminisce 

The shadow of your smile 

Undresses the mind and leaves me thirsty

Quench my longing with sheathes of rain poor 

Tender thoughts that make me fly back to you

If I may find you, my sky in forever blue

~Keila (all rights belong to KeilaCoateWomack) ::redcoate:: ::original poetry::

Serendipity

Serendipity 

Double vision 

Cross laced with good intention

Fickle edge of possession 

Arms extend with discretion 

Breathe in 

Hold you closer, heart pressure raises

In your eyes seasons change to phases 

Rib cage lowers in exhale

The body engages 

Two souls caught up in tumultuous cages

Beating pulse rages 

Knocked knees weakened plea 

A lover's dew of sensitivity

Drench the cracks of  casualty 

A sudden awakening of serendipity

~k (all rights belong to KeilaCoateWomack)