Juices Of the heart

Allow the poet in me to seduce your sight with my naked heart...
For I wish to put the truth in your disposal in its most nude state

Allow the stranger in me to undress the amour of confidence it wears

For I want to expose all its private parts to the public and make known of what it really possesses

 Reap my septum apart
And allow my juices of the heart to flow from your palms

Examine it closely;

See all the scars blanketed by the face
See all the worry lines that have wrinkled it
See how much load it carries
See the molestation of pain
See the pressure it lives within in a free world

Come, bisect me and study my flaws

Drink from my cup and understand me
Read between the smiles
There's more to me than just the pretty flower you see

MalieZ

The poet in me

Pitching up with no invitation invisibly to be invincible

Milking out predicaments that poison the apartment of my joy

A shadow that expresses what supresses I without ambiguity rather ambivalence

Smiles and laughter’s as posters just to get me through miles of this life that I live  

But the poet in me excavates the juices of the heart swept from all parts of this ecstatic evident ebony being

 

Within me is a stronger stranger I tried to dagger yet always managed to resurrect and mend my broken glass heart pieces murdered

A portion of me so free, born and not made, alive with no breath, so lucid yet feint

The poet in me is my voice from within, the petrol that never goes AWOL

~MalieZ