30-day Poetry Challenge: Day 6 ” Lost Memories”

lost memories

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Holding hands in the lost of memories

Smiles of happiness

Hopes of a lifetime

This is how I want you to remember me

Your favorite dress that won you over the first time we met

Even through the arguments and stress, our love I won’t ever regret

Your face of kindness I can’t ever forget

Now just faded memories lost in the past times

Days and nights

I still can say your love was one of a kind

Sad misty blues that still allowed my heart to continue to love you

Wanting a fresh new start for love

Something brand new

But I could never forget the first love

Not the only love

Or the last love

A new love

Not fake love

What to do with another love

To comfort the pain that has vanished away at my soul

Yes I thought together we would grow old

But I can’t ever forget you

Even though I truly want to

18 and 21

Lucky numbers of you and I

Telling a story of past memories

Have I left your heart

Would you always remember me?

I throw you on my canvas and paint a picture of lost times

A chapter that remains in my book

As I take one final look..

Written by Lyrical Passion

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A New Breeze

a new breeze

A new cleansing and refreshed feeling upon my mind

In my thoughts

“I’m going to make it” I whispered to myself

Embracing myself

Looking into the world as a breeze refreshes my face

Thanking God for His amazing grace

I only smile to confuse the enemy

He sees all

Trying to destroy all of me

But I’m still standing

Everlasting

Pressing on

This is MY year and I’m here to shine!

Claiming the victory and all my blessings and taking back my soul and whats rightfully mine!

a new season

Written by Lyrical Passion

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It’s been awhile..

Yes it has been awhile

My pen has been disconnected from the flowing of my ink

The world that speaks to me in a different language

Disconnected with my thoughts and my passion to what I love most

My first love who has ran away in my heart

It’s been awhile and I miss the sound of making love to my pen

To make my pen bleed ink heavily

But passionately

I needed a moment for myself

To free myself from the world of negative thoughts

To relax my mind and face the reality of the thoughts

I miss the fresh smell of my pen as it does all the talking

All the writing

The passionate sounds it makes in my ear

To be free once again by this gift of wonders

To speak a different language among all other pens and blank pages that commends me on the words

That I once again bleed

It’s been awhile but I will never forget my first love

My pen

My thoughts

My words

My freedom of speech

The native tongue

Poetry…

 

my first love

 

Written by Lyrical Passion

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Sensually Lyrically

sensually lyrically

You are like my lyrical passion

Allow me to re-introduce myself as you taste my pure satisfaction

You see I’m in love with your words

The rhythm of your spirit

Music caressing my every pore

Playing on my piano 

Painting out sweet words I truly adore

Play beats upon my heart as I look into your clear eyes

Following me to my soul as your silence prick my soft spot

I want to be your everything

Lay your words on me as I continue to make it hot

I’m talking virtuously poetry speaking

But my heart is strictly love-bound seeking

Allow me to lyrically hypnotize you with my words of passion

My sensuality as I get you drunk off my paintings of my canvas

Poetically Speaking

Your words I’m drunk off of 

My heart unlocked

The key you once were seeking

Ssshhhhhhh……

Come closer and kiss my lips of possibilities

Gaze into my eyes for true love and desires of opportunities…

Written by Lyrical Passion

It’s Not a Game (Game Over)

It’s not a game

No more…

Living in reality while trying to get saves

While on Calvary

homeless person

It’s not a game when days are dark

And homeless people are still living on the streets

Secrets lies in front of their hearts keeping the faith without falling apart

Homes are washed away ad people are out of their business

It’s a test only trying to get through this

 

kids starving on streets

It’s not a game

when babies are starving

Left on the streets without their mom presently

Seeking; doped up and cracked up not physically able

Their souls are reaping

Kids that are left alone in the dark clueless of who they are and what their future holds

Nobody shall be alone as seeds begins to unfold

This story sounds familiar as it lays on the earth left untold

plane crash

It’s not a game

when America is hit with the hardest issues; revelation that now takes it’s place and the world comes to an end

God will surely come back again

To grade our life and to see who was put in this race to win

Nothing shall be taken for granted anymore as

Life is too short not to worry

Not to carry around all your hardships and worries

Things are real and coming to the light

Our life was built to pass tests of life and to fight

jobs in america

It’s not a game

when jobs are cut and people don’t know how they will make it through

The road can be tough; but it’s all a test as we come to our senses; we are strong

Storms only you can handle

Built for you

Houses lost and figuring out where to go to next

You have to keep the faith

And not take short cuts to life or to send all your burdens through fedex!

violence

It’s not a game

when violence is taking over lives of infants, toddlers, children and adults

Is taken away; Game over!

When it comes down to the real deal

Deceased mouths and closed lips are tight and sealed

Meditating on what was put in front of us

To figure out the plan of our life and following the map of success

Learn to live and to confess

To give the highest mountain all of your stress

Go to the highest level of salvation and plant a new seed that will allow you to start life over again

To give away the heartaches and headaches of a hardened soul

Time doesn’t wait for anyone

Days are only getting old

Vector illustration of a man lock up in prison

It’s not a game

when you go to jail even for life

When you can’t just say “I’m sorry, I messed up!”

It’s too late when you are behind closed doors and when enough is enough and when one is fed up

There are more people that deserves a second chance

When dealing with the wrath of hell and overflowing money problems and finance

teardrops

Life is no longer a game

When going to sleep in tears

As your heart is filled with fear

Because you don’t know how you are going to make it the next day

But listen in the midst of it all

When God shows up and tells you that everything is okay

It’s not over

When days seems to get a little colder

Living in a paranormal state of mind

When every time you have to look over your shoulder

 

GAME OVER!

No more games

Things are real and walking along the paths of reality

I’ts no longer a game!

No more fairy tales of candy land, fantasies or fame

The heartbeats of fate

The breaths of life

Press pause then hit play

This life isn’t a video game

game over

GAME OVER!

 

Written by Lyrical Passion

ARE YOU READY?

are you ready

Are you ready for a high- def revelation?

That high fast-paced elevation?

Let’s go to the highest level

Running fast as we can in life without nobody stopping us

Kisses in the night shadows

Enjoying freedom and pure lust

Are you ready for a tremendous change in your life that you scream at the top of your lungs in complete awe?

Knowing that the key to your destination is just around the corner never leaving you very far

A new life that is created after the past has haunted you for years

Hiding in the darkness because all you knew was hiding the fear

The pain that has hidden you from the sunshine and happiness

The enemy that has stolen your joy for way too long

So starting over and enjoying life just seems too hard

Are you ready for a blessing that when you try to touch the sky, you can already feel it?

You don’t have to stay in the same position that you are in nor do you have to worry about the stress when people just told you to just deal with it

Relax your mind and allow yourself to be random and be free

To scream at the top of your lungs and shout to the Gods that listens to your every word

Knowing that your prayers will be answered and your problems are already heard

To be free within love and date with a purpose

To love again and to fall in love again

Are you ready to be happy again and to get out of your comfort zone?

The dreams and goals that once was written on the blank pages of the snow-flurry skies

Just know that you are never alone

Keep hope and peace alive

A chance that we have to learn how to take in life

Just dive

Kiss the one you love

Never take nothing for granted

Life is too short

Be free within yourself and to love yourself

Just be happy and enjoy all that is left

Are you ready for change?

To build your life much higher

To become a better you when things only seems to be going well for you

Move to a different aspect of your life and to re-learn yourself all over again

To erase the past and to start your life brand new

Erasing all the regrets and sins

Looking deep in your soul that’s left within

Are you ready to meditate on the things that you can change?

To step out on faith and to try something new in your life that people said you couldn’t do?

I’m ready to put on my wings and fly high

Spitting lyrics on my canvas and express myself while dipped in the colors of my vivid imaginations

Painting the world with my words creating a new revelation

Bringing peace to lives that are having hard times to every nations

To reign peace and deliver sweet songs of heavenly sensations

I’m ready for a new creation

To stop the pain

Tears

Depression

Stress

And hard complications…

 

glamour 4

 

Written by Lyrical Passion

 

Cradle my soul to the moon

 I cradle my soul to the moon as it listens to my every voice

My words sings to the long silence of the night

Sweet sensations that leaves my soul at peace

The golden night cradles me as I sing to the moon

I hear it calling my name

Saying I am at peace alas!

cradle my soul to the moon

Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers

Breaking The Chains

Get up now!

It’s your time to shine!

The past that has hindered you for so long

Break the chains of merciful surrendering thoughts

Wipe away your tears for this is a new day!

You are no longer in bondage

The earth arises and blooms new breath of tranquility

breaking the chains

 

Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers

Left for Dead

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Hi

My name is Syah

I’m a 3-year old girl

All alone in my own little world

My mother has neglected me

Abandoned me with nothing to eat

I walk around with the same clothes on

Looking for love and left in the dark

Cold

Alone

Broken-hearted

 

She’s crying out to you God!

Can you hear her silent cries as her little toes and hands are reaching for love

A mother who is always strunged out on drugs or beaten to death by men that she lets in

Syah is all alone watching the abuse

Left for dead

A deadly sin

God please help this child as she is all alone

No food to eat

Nowhere to sleep

Bare-footed walking on diseased streets

Eating food out of the dumpster where she can only reach

Someone save her from this place of Hell

She tries to scream and yell

But no one hears her painful cries

Invisible black child

Left alone in a disquise

Who will help her and save her soul?

In a world of trouble 

Left for dead

Roaming the streets trying to find a place to sleep

Old men looks at her likes shes money

She gets frightened when they try to touch Syah funny

“Syrah RUN!” 

A voice in her head said

She yelled for help

Running back to the home that has neglected her

Somewhere she wants to call her own

She watches her mom being dragged down the hall

Beaten again

Tears starts flowing

Then a man grabs Syah and lays her on top of her mother..now dead

She closes her eyes and sings her favorite song until she couldn’t sing it anymore

Breathing stops

Body still

Shot mulitiple times

No more breathing

No more crying

Meeting her mother in heaven’s eye

Left for dead

Only three-years old

No life anymore

Angels carry her home

 

Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers Copyrighed January 2014 (c) 

In the Midnight Hour

This is a poem from my second book “Lyrical Passion Tears from my Inkwell”

 

Sweet dreams and many more

Almost asleep but thinking about life in general

The sweet and simple words that describes the many visions of happiness or old tears of hurt

Turning to your right 

You think about the future that may bring good deeds in the future

Turning to the left

The past that has scarred you for a short time

You try to cry

But no tears of guilt comes out

God is by your side putting good thoughts in your head

And allows you to press on

The solution at all the word’s problems

The peace that has come over you during the midnight hour

No one to interrupt the silence of your mind

The longing of words that swims around in your heard to create a scenario of life

The sound of thinking that allows you to go back in time 

Gazing at the window looking at the bright lights from cars

Looking at the clear skies that hold sweet angels of protection

In the mightnight hour

Where pain arrives and the pacing of your footsteps gets louder and disturbs the enemies

And the devil that tries to attack you 

You close your eyes and say a prayer that will ease your mind and calm your spirit and soul of redemption

No one has to know what goes on in your mind

In your head

And in your heart

Your problems and issues are mostly thought of and haunted in a time that awakes your mind

The cries that drown us as we try to sleep

But can’t after too many hardships and headaches

Staying up all night trying to figure something out

But can’t

You learn to be patient and think positive about life

It only lasts for an hour

An hour that is used for down time

The sweat upon your forehead from thinking too hard

The dry tears of pure evilness

The storm calms down

12:58

You re-tuck yourself in bed again

You wind down all the burning  of your soul and at

12:59

You think about sweet dreams until dawn hits

 

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Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers Copyrighted January 2014 (c) 

 

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