Satellite

Show me your Heaven and

Your Hell

Allow me to explore every inch of your untapped oceans no matter the depth,

I promise your hidden deep I’ll never tell

Caresses the land of your body and
Reveal to me your buried scars

As I read them with my hand like braille

Let me illuminate the darkness of your night

Let my light show you things you never knew

Treat me not like the stars

They only wish to watch light years apart

You see I’m trapped by the rune of your gravity,

See me not as your Sun but your Moon,

Give me every piece of you,

Down to the parts you hide from view

The parts some may find taboo,

Yea, that bittersweet you.

©Kwamè “Amir” H.

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The Stage

Kiss me under the light of a million stars,tenor

And to the Moon play my body like a Spanish guitar,

The hood of my car serves as the stage for you and me

So let’s make love for all of heaven to see.

©Kwamè “Amir” H.

 

 

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Lips on a Raging Storm

I kiss the rain in a raging storm,

My heart jump from the crackling whip of the lighting illuminating the night,

My body rumbles from the thunders roar,

Oh how I adore how this kiss makes me feel so alive,

Never do I want to waste this moment,

If I could stop the hands of time, my lips would forever stay frozen kissing a raging storm.

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©Kwamè “Amir” H.

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We burned brighter when we first met.

Crucifixion

If I could I would Nail my hands to the edges of stars with your broken promises,

Naked and Exposed my scars for all to see,

This is my Crucifixion for loving you, my Love… my Celestial being,

If I could I would tie you to those false dreams you sold me

Then watch you sink to the bottom of the sea of toxicity that was your Lies,

Watch you swallow your pride, Break free, frantically swim back to shores than watch as you regurgitate that Devils lie, “I Love You”

Why God, why make her the apple of my eye just to watch her be picked from my garden

Now I’m left blind, trapped in the endless loop of happy moments you decided to leave behind,

But it wasn’t all lies, I still carry some of those butterflies that flutter my heart, So I guess I’m still alive, Time heals wounds but wounds leave their scars
-Amir H.

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Lunar Petal 20: Ink of my Pen

Pen in ink,

A letter was written into the flesh, tattooed

A lasting impression of these moments, to tell the truth,

No one will ever make me feel the same as you do,

I get so impatient when I get these cravings,

I thank the Lord every day for he made you so amazing,

From your beauty to your intelligence

Luna let me express my appreciation in these Hidden Messages.

Lunar petal 25

Some people just want to see you burn and fail, even throw gasoline just to speed up the process. There’s no doubt in my mind they’ll succeed in this task. So burn… burn so bright and beautiful it’ll light up the night of their ugly lives.

Lunar Petal 14: The Paradox

She’s the rapid winds of the storm,

The earth-rattling roar of the thunder,

When you see her coming, sound the alarms,

Pray to your savior; find the nearest shelter,

I’ll tell you now she’s a powerful force of nature.

 

She’s the peace on a clear summer night down by the riverside,

You cannot claim her; she can’t be tamed,

The saccharine aroma of grandma’s warm sweet potato pie,

The last in the chamber to the brain

She’s the cool draft in the heat, she’ll go last just make sure you eat

The wild bird you try to cage

I’ll tell you now don’t be fooled; she’s the nightmare when you sleep,

The gospel in the church on hell’s flames

But the daydream under the shade of a Magnolia tree,

 

She’s the gravity of Earth,

The mother to the land,

A woman with a goddess’ worth

The wrath of Gods hand,

A woman of refined taste,

She’ll wrap her fingers lovingly in your locs,

Then pull to show you your place.

I’ll tell you now this woman is a paradox to my sanity,

I pray she’ll never change.