Red Coate Writings

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

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