The Soul's Disguise

same faces, new look
for a while my soul you took
so i tried hate on for size
it didn't fit so i chose the prize
difference is i decide who wins
no one else, just me within
and it bothers me that everyone wants to look weird but maintain a sense of normalcy
can we really have it all?
or just whatever we can have for the moment
what separates the winners from the rest?
i guess it's the ability to disguise

-Poeticca Lives

The Journey Begins

i am sick of being bed ridden with the fear of living unconscious
my consciousness is choking me quicksand fast so this moment is of great urgency
i've found myself deep in the jungle at a stand still trying to release my fears so this moment is of great urgency as well
and as i sit in this place knowing of the decisions to come i still can't help but to ask why?
knowing that word screams of weakness to any warm circumstance
i remember being a young girl first baptized by the poetic language and how special and free it made me feel
like i was cascading through the pacific eyes closed, heart free and open with a naive state of mind never thinking of the next moment
flip to the present, where poetry has become my map, my compass especially during the dark times just attempting to find the golden arch of the overgrown melodrama that the journey brings
and yet in poetic tone i still escape the hardships of my direction
knowing the road could never be easily laid
but i can imagine sometimes that i had a pimped out package to begin
and yet this is life
the thing i have been trying to define forever since the 1st opposing force knocked me out
i have dedicated my lifes work to make it so i would never feel that again
i now know i should have never stopped feeling the blows
cause it gives me material
and as i am a flesh and blood circumstance i will rise
i will not be encompassed by self-consciousness and fear in any land under my feet
cause i have chosen my resting place and it's at the top of the mountain

-Poeticca

A Whole Other Kind of World

there's a whole other kind of world out there
where the trees run free and the paint is new
there are colors i haven't seen
smells i've never imagined
and a wonderful sight to behold
there are rooms full of views of a designed land
where children are never forgotten...
where is this place? in my dreams

Poeticca

the worst thing you can do to a young mind is to not allow it the freedom to roam and explore all of its positive possibilities. there is a very fragile mental period between adolescence and adulthood that must be dealt with delicately and with precision in order to guarantee greatness...

Poeticca

What's Your Dream Again?

what's your dream again?
cause you keep looking on the ground
what are you looking for?
a treasure you may never find (looking on the ground)
what's your dream again?
no more moving in circles
focus babe on the greater path often heard of but seldom seen
dare to dream a artist dream of your own doing while doing what's necessary to make it true
what's your dream again?
is it to be famous and rich?
to drive the dope cars and be labeled that bitch?
the self contained unit that can't see another shooting star
even if it's in her face near or far
what's your dream again?
well sign on the dotted line
make a promise to yourself in black and white
while the road will be bumpy in the end you'll get your prize
and it's when you decide to dream eyes open wide.

Poeticca

Advantages

i have an advantage over you
i can live above and below the ground
i can comb the universe in my sleep
i can revisit my past lives only with deep image concentration
i can see the scope that life is
it's a cipher and it moves in all things that live
we are all connected somehow thru the energy that draws one to another
scientific beings we are that must contact each other to explore ourselves
and once we are open to this we find it hard to point the blame
as we come to learn
that every living thing is one and the same

Poeticcca

Somewhere Out There

somewhere out there is me
somewhere out there is you
somewhere out there is the truth
somewhere out there is lies
somewhere out there birds fly
somewhere out there we search for meaning
to define ourselves through doubts and pleading
pleading with others & ourselves
to find the confidence to be ourselves
but one day we fit our skin
where nothing matters except what's within
it is then that what's out there was always in
just too afraid to openly contend


-Poeticca