Laying my head down in sorrow, Drifting away in the memories Beach waves leaving without a trace Footprints fading away Stranded on an island of displaced Looking up stargazed, Dreaming of our love again, Every cloud has a silver lining Speak of the devil, Here comes my trusted friend, loneliness, My heart crying wolf, Beating to the footsteps Of his lone tracks prancing the earth, Asking for healing, Broken heart curse Butterflies in my stomach, Nervous To desert A love once held deep in my soul I know hearts are A dime a dozen But it’s only your heart That I yearn for.
Crying wolf to the beating of your heart, speak of the devil, here comes loneliness again, butterflies in my stomach, not wanting you to depart, I know hearts are a dime a dozen, but I only yearn for yours, prayers of us together, a silver lining in the clouds, Forever together, Your heart still beats with mine.
Captured by your stargaze eyes Captured by your stargaze eyes Enlightened soaring my radiating love Enlightened soaring my radiating love My stargaze eyes captured by your soaring, enlightened, radiating love.
Heavenly love awakening of soul Heavenly love awakening of soul Lightening sparked the ecstasy colliding stars Lightening sparked the ecstasy colliding stars Soul sparked ecstasy lightening the awakening heavenly love of stars colliding.
We became one under the moonlight We became one under the moonlight Dancing horizon intertwined endless sky Dancing horizon intertwined endless sky Moonlight dancing under the sky, we became one endless intertwined horizon.
One soul enlightened, my awakening sky, horizon of love radiating by your stargaze eyes, lightening sparked the dancing ecstasy soaring under the moonlight colliding stars, endless heavenly love, we became captured intertwined.
My knees hit the floor, My palms grabbing for strength, Gripping in prayer, For any sense of faith, Blood splattered upon my lip, I could taste, His jealousy, His rage, His punishing fist, For the crime I committed... Being a woman.
His fist pounded my face, Tears and blood, My vision faded out of love And into being a prisoner, My jaw cracked From the pounding smacks Across my chin, My pleas for my life, Silenced once again, In the breath I held, In the punishment for my sin, For the crime I committed... Being a woman.
My arms bruised and scarred, My face disgraced Tattooed by his violence, Across my waist, Raped Disgraced I begin to hate My own fate, Til death do us apart, Branded by scars, Imprisoned without a trial, The punishment to the face, For the crime I committed... Being a woman.
My knees hit the floor, My palms grabbing for strength, Gripping in prayer, For any sense of strength, Being a woman of faith, Trying to fight with prayer, Against his jealousy and rage His anger and hate, My eyes swollen shut, But God could still see my pain The scars of our wedding ring Upon my skin My children listening Shivering, My home broken The blood trickling from my skin, The punishment, For the crime I committed... Being a woman.
The power of prayer, the power of the pen..
Dear God, Let domestic violence come to an end, Give each victim, Back his/her freedom, Love without scars, Prayers to the stars, Thanking all for joining hands, In this movement to change lives. Amen
It has been a little over a year since I joined Mirakee. Throughout this year, I have had the honour in connecting with so many beautiful poets, writers, authors, singers and artists. There is so much talent that has truly touched my heart.
In connecting with co-writers, I have also learned true, real struggles that writers have faced or are facing in their lifetime (disability, disease, mental illness, depression, poverty, lack of employment, difficult school exams, natural disasters and violence). I also listened to the stories of overcomers and survivors.
With each story, each struggle and each poem, I felt the need to do something inspirational with my writing.
I have since formed Dominion Life International, Inc., a non-profit business, registered in the State of Delaware, U.S.A. with the purpose of inspiring all styles of talent throughout the world.
I have been blessed with several donations that I have allowed me to gift inspiration back to our international community. I have been blessed to gift a computer for writing, studio equipment for a spoken word artist, school entry fees, poetry contest entry fees and several small cash donations to help those seeking to advance their writing career. Non-monetary gifts have also been given through the assistance of self-publishing, encouragement to keep writing and writing scholarships to universities for those seeking to study abroad.
Dominion Life International, Inc. is currently teaming up with international musicians, artists and poets to raise awareness on the issue of domestic violence. I welcome you to be a part of this movement and family bringing awareness worldwide.
I just wanted to take time out today to thank each one of you for the inspiration in forming Dominion Life International, Inc. This has truly been a dream come true.
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We hold silent protest in the form of candle march for rape cases, domestic violence, terror attacks etc. Still such crimes have increased day by day. So "Is Candle March enough?" What more needs to be done. Share your views on this.
Bona fide lover: Desolate became my heart for you, rag became my love and you closed the ajar door of your bosom on which I had stippled many a time my colour. My love turned trifling for you. Like falling leaves, I fell down from your branches and you desolated me from the opportunity of claiming you as my bona fide lover.