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Lyrically I was empty.

 

From an early age I was sucked into this world

like a vacuum sucking dirt off of a carpeted floor,

been mixed in rocks, dirt & the perversion of other men’s thoughts

tossed around by confusion bounced back with an illusion

that I could some day never be the person I desired to be.

 

Myself.

All by myself I allowed these senseless thoughts

crush all of my dreams to aspire & be all I can be,

stepped aside & let someone else paint a dark, diluted picture of my destiny.

 

I cant.

I can not allow myself to fear what I can achieve,

after living my life molded by me to not fear anyone or anything.

Now I have decided that I am tired of being this pessimistic woman with a hard inner being.

Toughened by the fact that love has betrayed my mind

And allowed me to see the soul of a monster who was in some way injected in me

By the forces of things that are not of thee.

Up above I mean.

 

So just love me.

Love me the way people love their Queen,

the way a mother loves her child or at least that’s the way its suppose to be.

Because I regret the days when I didn’t love me

where I hated me instead of hating the fact that I hated at all,

Fell from the sky from a holy grace & torn down

by treating others how I wanted to be treated but instead being shut down.

 

I won’t.

I will not be consumed by how people feel & like a thief in the night

let them steal my right to be able to express how I feel.

 

I will be me till the day that I gracefully pass leaving this earth to go up with

My dad, My Father, My Friend, My Creator.

I will fight every battle thrown at my hands

Jump over every obstacle & follow his plan

I will make it to heaven!

Hi I’m Paula

Combat Boots

 

I am awakened

and this heavy white Puerto Rican

invades my body.

We join in unison feeling his every pulse.

¡Cono!    

He hugs me tightly with my arms laced over each other.

Like, he doesn’t want me to let go.

I feel his sweat push against my body.

It’s going to get ugly because,

I feel his fear and adrenaline, silent and cold.

 

Like a discounted appendage,

and the cut-rate chilla

I am seldom given the merit I deserve…

…if he only knew.

Only in times of haste am I recognized.

Like the person hooked on that thing,

jones is running.

Wanting their fix!

 

With his every stride I bring validity to his existence,

covering as much ground as possible,

with the breath

of my sole.

 

During the day I am close to him.

Akin to his skin and clothes.

At night he retreats

and I stand relaxed

and ready as the faithful cohort.

Waiting for the early morning rise.

 

I know him with disconnected affection.

Where I come from

feeling is obsolete!

I act in concert,

seeing the empty shell casings full of death.

The odor of my surroundings is not invasive as the air above.

I am close

to the floor of battle

noticing the blood flowing in silence,

feeding the desert with its life sustaining force.

Indiscriminate to what is below,

I advance!

For the life of my owner depends on his tread.
I am his foundation!

He depends.

 

From my countless expeditions

his weight has taken its toll.

Like him, I have grown weary.

!Estoy cansao!

Hasta cuando?

I am worn out.

Tired of participating as a roving camera

in the theatre of war,

watching man and his misconstrued bravado implode.

In due time, I realize I have run my course.

Estoy viejo.

I seek freedom from his hold and I rebel with the stench of my earth.

These are three new pieces I’ve worked in watercolor,inktense, and ink. I hope you like them. The names in order are as follows, Lonesome Beach, Near Eternal, and Tower Narragansett.