Midnight Spirit

06/04/11 (1am)

Upon the stars I gaze into your heart.
A constellation of arteries that tell the stories of your soul.
Voyaging through the dark vessels of your deepest desires.
I read you.
Connecting stars as dots that pour together the blood in your veins.
Feeding into your brain that is the home of who you are.
A bomb in the night sky.
Scattering awakened eyes to meaningful dreams & empty promises across the atmosphere.
Breathing you in, I hear the songs of your existence.
Past, present & future visions read between the spaces where stars aren't aligned.
You are the spirit flute I dance to.
Over burning fire wood, I throw enchanted ash to the flames that reach your heights.
Heightened mind frames, elevated heart.
You reach back to me.
In the night.
Beyond our being.
Midnight Spirit.

-QSS.

Here's to you!!

4/11/11

Here's to you kid!

Here's to you, embryo of the drunken mother & smoked out father.

Here's to you, seed conceived in this world left ignorant to its gifts.

Here's to you, for being birthed to begin life as a slave to Earth.
Not even born yet but just know, you will be in this struggle.
LIFE!

Here's to you, growing stronger & weaker in your survival tunnel of a bruised & beaten mother of domestic violence.

Here's to your 5 fingers & 5 toes on each hand & foot, like the older siblings not taught how to write.

Here's to your developing brain & the father who dropped out to bang in the streets & sell cocaine.

Here's to you, your eyes; may they get to see the light of day.
In the darkness of your mothers womb.
A hostage to her heart & his fist.

Here's to you, not knowing how to pray but there are angels for you.
Protecting you against your life.
Born into a world of ignorance.
Some call it hell.

So here's to you kid,
May you bring a new justice & understanding to the life that came before your time.

Before you were even born.

Cheers.

-QSS.

Behind My Eyes

What sight cant tell that my heart feels..
Never written the same words twice, is the image of true life into posts and notes.

I am a split image of my mother.. diferent from my sisters but of the same blood we are.

Not what I see in the mirror is a soul unfelt. Untouched to this earthly life that i was born to.

Sight reveals a broken spirit, open heart & trampled emotions. I am not supposed to feel... Life.

No explanation of thoughts, but unforsaken pain. Truth expressed and delivered for others to embrace, but I am not recieved.
Meaning not percieved or incorporated into their heads.

Brains not rotating the meanings I preach. Not expelled back into open ears.

Once preparing to conquer fears and take on challenges of life to perservere.... I do not see the winning contestant in front of me.

I have fallen, two feet behind the loser that beat the race for me.
Goals unaccomplished to my racing hands and mind. I have not prepared for this defeat.

Seeing the medals pass before my presence, I reach for the finish line and tumble to my knees. Laid down to my demise. I have lost. Myself.

Broken spirit, praying hands, wrapped to prayer beads... Deep prayer makes deeper thinking. Deeper thinking expells deeper feelings. Deeper feelings makes a broken heart release..

Tears.

Behind My Eyes.