Non-Stop Poetry

My poetry stay moving…

Dealings-Written 1.2.19

Childhood demons come to us for a reason, in seasons we find ourselves broken apart. Through meaning, blood, sweat and tears streaming, we try to make sense of the faults.

The faults of our parents and ancestors too, of past mistakes and learned lessons the pain and regrets of what we went through. Searching and seeking we know not what to do.

Still we push past the pain hoping things will soon change. Hoping the load gets a little lighter and we have something to gain, from the same but different as we change our perspective.

Inspecting a life lived with a fine toothed comb. Awakening the soul, we find ourselves in a zone where we don’t condone anything that stunts our growth. Evolution soon comes for all it’s worth.

Sometimes in spurts and other times in big bouts. Releasing our fears and cleansing us of doubts. A new day approaches with the dawning of the sun.

As we fall, we rise as we become.

And as we become, we realize.

And as we realize, we release.

And as we release, we gain clarity.

And as we gain clarity, we gain peace.

We gain peace.

We gain peace.

And with this peace comes freedom.

So rise and fall, fall and rise, but through it all may we gain wisdom from what we find, when seeking. -QS


Women of the Zodiac – Written 12.15.18

There is water in her. If loved properly she’ll keep you hydrated and nourished. If loved incorrectly, she will leave as you slowly die of thirst.

There is air in her. If loved properly, she’ll give you the winds of life. If loved incorrectly, she will watch as you wheeze and fiend for a breeze.

There is earth in her. If loved properly, she’ll keep you grounded and steady. If loved incorrectly, she will shake the ground beneath you.

There is fire in her. If loved properly she’ll spark something within you with that flame that burns. If loved incorrectly, she will torch you until you turn to dust.

These are the women of the zodiac, soothing, flowing, centering and glowing. Be sure to treat them well, lest you catch your soul drowning as you gasp for air while the floor rattles beneath you and you burn in the flames of hell.

These are the Queens of the zodiac, turbulent, choking, unsteady, and blazing. Be sure not to treat them bad so your soul may be washed clean and your lungs filled with fresh breath while you remain steady and ignited. -QS


Alphabetize Us – Written 11.21.16

(When reading, place “she” in place of the comma)

Again, Always Awaited
But Boys Bemoan ‘Bout Boundless Beauty.
Curiosity Caused Consideration, Constantly Concluded
Deducing da Damage Done. Disbelief. Disdain. Damn, Disregarded
Everything Eternal Everything Existing. Everything
Fuck Feelings, Forgot Facts, Focused Feverishly. Frantically
Got Goner. Go, Got Goner.
He Helped Her Heart Heal. Her Heart Healed His
Insecurities. Inside Interest Intensified. Increased Intoxicatingly.
Justified Jacuzzis Journeys Jamming
Kickingit’. Kept Kidlike
Love Lingering Long. Love Lasting Late.
My Man Missing Me. Materializing
Never. Now Naturally Needs
Occur, opts Other Options. Others Owning
Property, Pretends Pain
Quit. Quotes Quintessential Quotes. Quietly Quits
Reminiscing. Removes Remnants. Removes Reminders Revealing Reality.
Sadly. So She Shouldn’t Sulk. She Sees Semblances Showing Similarities. She Selects Sanity.
Tells Tales To Tell The Truth.
Uses Useless
Vices
Wondering Why Wishing Won’t Work.
eX. XOXO.
Young ying-yangs yearning youth.
Zealously Zen, Zestfully Zones. 
-QS


Untitled via Avalon Jorj -Written 7.5.16

At times I tire
Of being
A human being.
I tire of scrapes,
Cuts, bruises, tears,
Pain
The ability to feel.
At times
When it rains
I replicate
The motion
Bringing relief to my soul,
Rainbows to my eyes,
Keeping in mind God’s promises
Of love in life.
Love balances the pain,
Heals cuts and bruises,
Makes worthwhile
The ability to feel.
Still, at times I tire
Of being A human being.


Ride – Written 9.2.15

Walking down the stairs, strolling along the platform, my feet glide, almost slip on some saliva that someone hacked out.

Holding steady, reaching out, gripping the banister in front of me to save myself, a stickiness connects with my hand.

Handing me a tissue, out of the kindness of their heart, someone does this and relief floods through me.

Thank you comes out of my mouth but they don’t hear me, all they hear is to “Stand clear of the closing doors please.” Thank you I mouthed but passengers don’t hear me.

So eyes roll, and I feel embarrassed. But alas in redemption, I look to give up my new found seat, to an elderly. Kindness will ensue, and all is right in the world.

“The world is coming to an end! The world is coming to an end! The world is coming to an end!” Shouted by him before he sides into the seat I reserved for an elderly.

Now she is shaking, the elderly, but everyone is too busy looking at the man, wondering if the world IS coming to an end.

And I am wondering if this train ride is ever going to end. -QS

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