HOTorNOT ENTERTAINMENT ~ ~~ FLOWETRY POETRY BY POETRICE
ANTICIPATING
My candles are lit and placed thru out my room
Expecting a visitation from, THE BRIDE GROOM
The lights are dimed low and the glow is golden
So I pick up my pen and start thinking, writing and flowing
Can't sleep, afraid I'll miss what He's brings, my ring
So I pray, I stay, I rhyme and I sing
I can see and hear the flicker from the flames
It's ambience and it's glare surrounds me and soothes me to no end
Like strong medicine, it seeps into my blood steam, penetrating the pain, healing as I strain to maintain
I mentally block out what must be left in my past, FREE AT LAST, thank GOD ALMIGHTY I'M FREE AT LAST
The wax oozing, dripping and purging out all the inpurities, insecurities and inperfections from all the wrong affection, you see, that's what wounded me
Until I added THE LIGHT, the BRIGHT LIGHT, BURNING BRIGHT.... SO RIGHT
I await for the BRIDE GROOM, I CAN'T DARE BE to LATE nor too soon.
Looking for NOTHING but the real, NO TIME FOR GOONS, BOOM
THE FIGHT OF MY LIFE, NO FRUIT, YOU GET... PRUNED
YOU might want to take HEED, GET A CLUE, GET TO MOVING
MY CANDLE IS BURNING and PRAYING IS WHAT I'M DOING
ANTICIPATING
~ I see the invisible
It sometimes caresses me just when I need, it, to ~ It hugs and kisses me, and let me be, whatever I need, it to, new
I feel its embrace as it wraps its arms around my waist and touch my face ~ Even in a world that is cold and cruel, cruel, cruel
I am loved and that mean I exist, even in this, I need a kiss ~ It is cold, but I got to be bold, and do, what I got to, do, do, and do
I can see that I am in the right place, and mercy, it's at the right time
~ I hear the invisible
Sweet nothings it whispers into my ear ~ Its minty fresh breath, tickles my earlobe, yeah ~ Kisses me on my cheek and stirs up my senses shhhhh
I can also hear something both strong and sweet ~ And yes I also can hear the pump of the invisible heart beat
Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump
Pumping and flowing nothing but loving this beat ~ Blood thicker than mud and, this is, sweet
~ I smell the invisible
It's like a hot apple pie on the 4th of July ~ Celebration, freedom, live, laugh, love, cry
Breathe in and receive all the good, Breathe out and release all that was bad, you're brand new
Inhale..., and then Exhale..., Smell that, BRAND NEW, fresh NEW, car smell
~ I taste the invisible
It's like cotton candy melting on the tip of my tongue ~ Yum, yum, and let me also mention, yum, yum,
The sugar melts into a strawberry color glaze ~ It trickles down giving my throat a candy coated sensation as it slides down
I taste it, as it, goes down down down
~ I touch the invisible
My hands are sweaty and clammy, trembling as nervousness grips a hold of my hand ~ Knowing that they will soon be filled one day and
What I'm feeling I feel and it’s real because I can ` See, Hear, Smell, Taste, and Touch ~ Anxious for nothing but can hardly contain myself much
I AM....... AWAITING... LOVE
