Designing Woman: The Beginning of the End

How do I create something out of nothing?
My past seems to be melded in my future.
I cannot bear but ask where does my destiny lie.
My words appear to be slipping far away from me.
I hang on to what’s left– a thread of hope.
I try to connect the pieces, the patterns (puzzles) of my life.
Where should I begin
And where should I end?
I can’t decipher what…the…next..step…I…should…ta…
I’m drifting into nothingness.
My world appears to be in chaos.
How can I make order out of disorder?
I speak (or write) my existence into being.
Everything begins to make sense–
At last I AM SEEING.
I could not see because of all the mess.
What was unreal has become real.
I weave a reel of thread.
It’s woven in the fabrication of my living.
I put the pieces of my fragmented life together.
I now know that my life is not just dictated by rhyme…
I know that everything has is season.
This may not have been the life that I chose.
But, alas, my chaos has become cosmos.

The Lion and the Hyenas

Danielle M.A.D.D. this is a tribute to you and your pack/pact.
You didn’t have the guts to fight me in the natural–
You fought me in the spiritual–
You still didn’t win.
It took a Judas to make Jesus.
It takes a problem to come up with a solution.
You created problem(s); I created solution(s).
I’m not barren (like Goodison I birthed out poems).
I have the power within me.
I don’t go to an outside source (like you do).
I didn’t go to a witch to get this power.
This power was placed within me (before birth).
It was placed with my destiny.
My destiny–the thing you tied to kill–
the thing you tried to nullify– the thing
you tried to DESTROY.
 
Look who’s laughing now.
I’ll applaud you.
you TRIED.
you REALLY DID TRY.
 
But you don’t know this:
I have tried to abort my destiny–
It was too powerful–even for me.
So I know you must be having a hard time.
You poor thing!
 
My destiny is too powerful for you.
My destiny is too powerful for the pack/pact.
I hear your howling, hooping laughter
with your pack–
I still walk with my pride.
YOU CAN’T TAKE MY CROWN.
I GOT THIS WITH BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS.
YES! I AM VERY TERRITORIAL.
THIS DESTINY IS MINE.
you SAW IT BEFORE I DID.
THAT’S WHY you AND the pack
TRIED TO STEAL IT.
BUT you CAN’T.
you CAN’T STOP IT FROM HAPPENING.
you’re NOT WORTH THE PAIN.
you’re NOT WORTH THE HURT.
ALL I CAN DO NOW IS PRAY FOR YOU.