Like a moth to a flame

Like a moth to a flame, I come back to you again. Into your arms, taken in by your charms. Over riding the consequences, remembering the good times, and forgetting the bad. Hoping and wishing that maybe, just maybe, this time you’ve changed, ignoring my instincts that you’ll probably do this to me again.

Like a moth to a flame, you burn my heart over and over again. How insane must I be, to think that you ever care for me? And yet I try to forget, the crude and harsh full times, which, made me cry into my pillow, time after time.

You see, like a moth to a flame, I try to fight what I know isn’t right, with my indecisive thoughts, and my, contradicting actions. I know, I must take some drastic action.

But like a moth to a flame, I’m bounded to you once again, through no one else fault but my own, as I fear of being alone.

See, you’re like a drug, and I’m the addict, trying to kick this bad habit. I know I can go all the way, but, sometimes I relapse and cry out in pain.

And now I’m starting to see, that maybe, just maybe, we were never ever truly meant to be. However, like a moth to flame, ours souls combine, and reunite again. But this is the last time, that I’ll ever let you, do this to me again.

Like a moth to a flame, apart of me wants to leave, but, a part of me wants to stay. But which ever way I look at it, I know the right decision I have to make.

Like a moth to a flame, they’ll be no burning this time for me again. They’ll be no compromising, no rationalizing that maybe, just maybe, this time you’ve changed. You see, the foolish women that once was, will never stand for this again. I’ve come to my senses, and promise you that this is the end. The end of us, the end of we, the end of me running back to thee.

So like a moth to a flame, I’ve given up on trying to make something work, what it is not suppose be. Because in the end, the only one person being hurt, is the person being burnt.

Like a moth to a flame.

Written by Caroline Gbolade. aka Miss Soulstress (Stay Blessed, Stay Soulstress)

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Poetic Justice

Poectic Justice is a film about lost, enlightenment, trails and tribulations and POETRY, by the outstanding Maya Angelou. This film is no doubt-ably my favorite film of all time, it has passion and inspiration which I feel the film maker, John Singleton has captured very well. You my know some of his previous films: Boyz N Hood, Rose Wood, Baby Boy, and Higher Learning to mention a few, each of all fantastic in their own unique way.
Janet Jackson plays the lead as Justice, whom has lost loves ones throughout her life. This has made her collapse into to herself and withdrawn from the world. Her only solitude and backbone was her boyfriend, whom later was murdered. Justice becomes more withdrawn, defensive, and cold towards life, as everyone she loves leaves her. Her only escape and focus from the real world is poetry. Poetry plays a major role in this film hence the title (Poetic Justice), although trapped within her own thoughts and cradled by the sadness, she puts pen to paper to ease the pain that she feels. Justice soon learns to love again, even though she finds it hard to let people in. she’s introduced to a man named Lucky, played by (2Pac Shakur). Very opposite mismatch they are, feelings soon develop to Justices surprise, and she soon finds a love connection.
This is a must see film, that will make you want to watch it again again. The poetry is amazing by Maya Angelou, (Phenomenal Women, Alone....) and it has some funny moments as well as sad. This film is not just for the poetry lovers, but for those of you who can really appreciate a film that’s deep and real as life can be. Poetic Justice is original and unforgettable just like Boyz N Hood, so peeps go out and purchase it from HMV or Amazon etc...

"Cause nobody, but nobody, can make it out here alone"

Alicia Keys

I simply love Alicia Keys, her unique sound and soulful expression tells us that she was truly gifted to grace this earth, and share what god has given her with others. With a powerful voice and amazing song writing skills, Alicia Keys has gone on to sell millions of records world wide, and is still dazzling us with her poetic sound. I respect her as an artist, and as musician, as she keeps it real.

There’s is nothing fake about her, even her hips her real. Lol..... She is one of a few many music artists out there, that justifiable write from the depths of her heart. Ever song she sings (writes) you can feel the atmosphere of the lyrics, and connect with them on a level, as her talented piano skills hypnotize you. Although Alicia Keys is renowned for her brilliant song writing skills, and amazing piano skills, she is also equally known for her poetic poetry skills.

With her captivating thoughts that leap from her mind out of her mouth, this leaves her audience wanting more. Her stage presence and delivery has you on the edge of you seat, Goosebumps tingly throughout your body. Alicia Keys is truthfully a star!!

An inspirational women is who she is, set to make a difference in the world through her music as well as through her many charities, which help child in Africa. She’s inspired me, and I hope that many of you can relate. There are many talented individuals in our world today, but Alicia Keys is one of a kind.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

By Maya Angelou

I don’t feel like smiling today.

Written By Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss SoulStress

I don’t feeling like smiling today, but I’m gonna smile and do it anyway. I’m gonna smile from ear to ear and let the whites of my teeth glimmer and show no fear. I’m gonna simile even though I know society and the world has mapped out my future for me. You see, as a young black individual, statistically, I’m doomed to fail, be on crack or end up in jail. Relying on the government, for beneficial support, splashed all over the news paper headlines, for gang crimes on the streets. Be the center of attention, when I ever I walk down a quite street, women hold their bags, and stair at their feet.

Gun crime and knife crime associated with we, when will we get a break and finally be free? When will the hate crime towards blacks subside, so we can all get on with our damn lives?

Do you understand what I mean; do you feel what I say? That really we have a lot to be afraid. See, the struggle is still there, and clear in the air, with racist on the increase, this defiantly aint fair.

The stop and searches, the routine check’s, the police are on our back’s, that make’s us never forget, were seen as problematic vermin, of the night who are only here on this earth, Don't you see that they want us outta sight.

You see, I don’t feel like smiling today, but I’m gonna smile and well I’m gonna do it anyway. I’m gonna smile knowing that there’s ignorant people, out there such as, BNP Nick Griffin, who’s wrapped up in his own vision, of a 95% white Britain, this aint a world that I fit in. Jokers, contradicts, stereotypes of our black life. Telling us that we need, and must conform, just to fit in with your so called “WHITE” right life. Conform to your ways, religion, speech and dress. When we blacks have been forced to conform, from birth, just to make it on this earth. You see ignorance is bliss, as people are afraid, afraid, of the unknown, and seek solitude as if it was bliss.


You see I don’t feel like smiling today, but I’m sure as hell gonna do it anyway. I’m gonna smile even though I’m seen as a minority, I’m considered as a treat that you can disrespect. I’m gonna smile even tough when we blacks achieve something in life; it’s always flipped around to make you look nice. To increase your self a steam, a touch or two, and Flemish your ego don’t be a fool.
We’ve made it through the Pitts of slavery, a harrowing way of life that we faced, and we’ll make it through a lot more I guarantee you this.


So I'm gonna smile, cause that’s all I can do, to help

me get through, the discrimination that we face daily. I’m gonna smile and separate the real from the non-real and focus on a better life, live for me and only me. I gonna smile for my children, so they can see that despite our tortured history, that we can smile and rise above it and show our foes that YES! This door is close.

So when you feel like you don’t want to smile, when times are hard and you can’t see a way past. Just plant a smile upon your face, and keep the faith, that everything will be OK. And just remember that,

I don’t feel like smiling today, but I’m gonna smile, and do it anyway.

I'm gonna smile.

Written By Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss Soustress Copy Right Protected

Floetry

I love Floetry and I'm sure many of us out there do to. Floetry brought to the table, to the poetry scene as well as the music scene, their unique way of sound through the art of poetry. With their soulful, graceful, expressive personalities, Floetry captured something within poetry that made them globe around the world. Not having a poetic duo out there as themselves on the scene, Floetry made a dramatic impact to which other poets such as myself and others could relate to. Although they've gone their separate ways, the duo Floeyry will always have an inspirational affect on the way I write to the way I perform.

We Love You Floetry

My Black is Beautiful" by keemiekeem My Black is beautiful, strong, courageous. Powerful beyond the simple imagination. Others look on, their mouths open in fascination, Cause my Black is beautiful, strong, courageous. So beautiful is my Black that all the world springs from her seed. In fact, if God ever married, she would be His queen. The Europeans come and like what they'd seen. Black beauty ruling over diamonds and things. Even saw the people and the strength they possessed. So much, they took us and yall know the rest. But still inside, Black kings and queens reigned. Forced to listen to ignorant things. But if the lion is the king of the jungle,Why is my Black king wearing his mane? Or just because I'm Black, I need to be tamed. Stereotypically, yet hypocritically, society judges me so critically. Saying, "He's only good if he's an athlete physically, Cause his Black can never make it in the real world mentally." But actually, the only challenge right here is inside of me. So I pour out my heart and hope my Black hears my plea!! Let's go show the people who ruled the world for centuries!! Pharoahs, kings, and queens over everything. My Black is beautiful, strong, courageous. That's why my Black is president over the nation. They say the color happiness in today's world is green. So it's time for us to shine and make Our Black seen.

© 2000-2010 GS Poetry. All rights reserved. I love this poem, it speaks the truth. MY BLACK, OUR BLACK, IS BEAUTIFUL!! We black people need to start loving ourselves more, and believing that we can achieve the dreams we desire in life, and not be held back by stereotypical types of people, whom like to categorizes us in groups. I LOVE MY BLACK, and you should to. The only way forward, is to never look back!! Caroline (aka) Miss Soulstress

Aspire to inspire, before you expire

................... Heart Break.....................

Well, we've all been there, and many of us have yet to experience this downfall of destructive, injurious type of pain. It’s the love for that person which makes “Broken Hearts” unbearable to deal with. Day to day normal routines, seem to be a challenge, wondering if you’ll ever break free from that cloudy storm that’s cast its menacing spell over you. Nothing seems to really matter anymore, or count, apart from that one person that’s broke your heart.

Loneliness, emptiness, sorrow, longing to feel their soft embrace once more, pondering on why they’ve bruise your heart and left you aching with no remorse. Questioning yourself, if I had been a better partner, a better lover, then my heart wouldn’t be the heart that disassembled; it would have been the heart of some other.

“How Do I Sleep With A Broken Heart?”

Is a poem I wrote last year December. At this time, I had not felt or incounted the pain of a “Broken Heart”. Until……..dum…dum…dummmm….. this year!! Its was the sheer bombardment of it, not being able to function well, thinking about that person morning day and night. Crying a lot, was something I did a lot. And I mean a lot……….Lol… Sleeping patterns all over the place, waking up 3 to 4 times in the night, because that person was in my thoughts.

It was kind of funny because, the poem I had written prior, reflected everything I was going through, and the irony was gob smacking. Lol… I would have to say being strong, staying positive, keeping busy as well as having good friends around will get you through the trails that lay ahead. But friends can only do so much, as it is you that has to conquer and over come the hurt. Sleeping with the accuse that has broken you heart will never, never make it easier but harder to overcome. Ladies stay level headed and avoid temptation.


So now I’m free from my “Broken Heart” syndrome and can say that signal fellas I’m out on the prowl……Lol… Broken Hearts are hard to get over, but time is a great healer and in time will you heal and realise WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING!!

(the poem How do I sleep with A Broken Heart is below)

How Do I sleep With A Broken Heart?


How do I sleep with a broken heart? Close my eyes knowing that were worlds apart. How do I not feel the pain that I feel? As images of you still make me feel, connected to you, in every way, it feels like my heart is in disarray. In a frenzy (panic, shambles) of emotions, confused, and abused, as clouds start to form the shadows of darkness fill my room. Trapped in a confined box with only me for comfit, the loneyness is an unbearable entity that I can not bear without you here.

The smell of your cologne still lingers in the air, as it reminds me, of the happy times that we use to share. While the minutes fill like hours, the days fill like years; tell me how can I get through this, and preserver? How can I be strong knowing that you’ve done me wrong? How do I smile, knowing that inside my heart, I want to die?

How do I sleep with a broken heart?

How do I erase you from my past, from my memory and from my heart? How do I stop these tears, trickling from down my face, knowing that you still live inside of me, no other man can take your place. I wish I could stop the hurting, forget that you even exist. Close my eyes and go to sleep, arise a new without the thought of you. But yet my dreams are consumed and dominated by visions of you, as here were in a blissful state of happiness, without a care in the world. When I awake the hurting begins all over again, but I just want to forget all about you, and put this misery to an end.

How do I sleep with a broken heart?

How do I stop the anger from devowing my heart? How do I get myself back into check, rise above this situation, and look ahead? How do I stop hating you, from what you’ve made me become? How do I start the healing process even though, I still love you so? Tell me how do I mend my broken heart? How do I re-piece this shattered glass? How do I re-fill the emptiness, that’s eating away at me, day after day? How can I be without you? I can’t be without you. The thought of living without you, burns a hole in my soul. Emotionally and mentally I’m drained to the core, but still the question remains……….

How do I sleep

with a broken heart?

Close my eyes knowing that were worlds apart. How do I not feel the pain that I feel? As My hearts all numb it has no feeling, cause you’re the one that’s left me weeping. My devotion and passion was something that you once adored, and now all I have is sadness knocking at my door. Good times we had return to haunt me, as I lay awake afraid of dreaming. But still the same question remains………


How do I sleep with a broken heart?



Written By Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss Soulstress Copyright ©

Undress Me

                                                              Undress me

Undress me with your eyes, look deep within my soul, and acknowledge the strong black woman inside. Search my exterior with your, hazel, golden, brown eyes. Read my body language, as I have nothing to hide.

Undress me, step by step; ever so slightly, let the outline of my firm structured body amaze you, leaving you breathless, and taken back with excitement.

Plant your head in between the depths of my breast, feeling and becoming one, with the rhythm of the beat, of my heart. Suckle on the teat of my woman hood, as a baby to its mother. Indulging, in every ounce of me.

You see, as our body temperatures begin to sour, droplets of water start to trickle from your face, like a stream on a mission, to get to that finale resting place. You gaze endlessly into my eyes, bewitched my hip’s that you soon will get to ride. You fantasise about you and I, and all the naughty things you would like to do to me, to make me cry out with delight. You caress my soft, warm, silky skin, with your strong masculine solid hands, whispering … you make me feel so good…… As heavy breathing interrupts your trail of thought, a sigh of pleasure overflows throughout your system, leaving you, paralyzed, YES! In the right position


Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale….our bodies become one

Undress my soul, and explore the secrecy of my closed doors. Let us in rhythmical sequence follow each other’s movements, as you learn more and more about me, and I about you. Take my soul on a journey of discovery, and unleash the inner goddess within. Let her full fill all your desires and needs, as she’s here to aspire to be your queen.

Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale.

Undress my heart, as now I’m ready to share all my secrets with you. I’m ready to make my fantasies become a reality with you. I’m ready to open my heart once again, to a man who’s not just a friend, but a lover, who understands. I’m ready to say those three words, I LOVE YOU!! Because, I am not afraid.

Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale

Undress my smile, release it upon to the world, let my smile be an infectious grin that gives you deep warmth within. Let it be your ray of sunshine, through the good and the bad, and I’ll do my best to never, make you sad.

Undress my mind, and let me share all my knowledge with you. Let me nourish you with inspiration, motivation, and determination. Be my teacher and feed my intelligence with things I have yet to discover, as our minds intern twine, I grantee, we’ll be just fine.

So now that you’ve undressed me, mind, body, and soul, the only thing that’s left for me, is to undress you, from head to toe.



Written by Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss Soulstress Copyright ©