Creating A Distinction

Distinctively I try to analyze the story of you and I
Putting into perspective the authenticity of what we’ve created
Trying to powerfully understand and maintain clarity
But most importantly honesty
My spirit searches deep to uncover my hidden commitments, my innate desires,
Searching feverously for the preeminence of my being to be revealed
Unraveling, piece by piece I break it down; I need to get to the core of who I am
So I can truly understand what we really have going on
Distinguishing being in love and lust; passion and desire, fantasy and reality
I need to get to that place of unadulterated sanity; not a contaminated sort of reality
Being in Love by my own distinction is a mystical feeling of adoration
A clouded version of the truth; filled with denials and surreal (s)
A devotion of yourself; losing yourself
Because you have unseeingly given yourself
Like an unbalance scale, seven time out of ten it is not reciprocal
So I powerfully conclude I am not in love with you
So I inquire into the distinction of lust
By my own insight I come to find that we connect on a more corporal level
Fueled by the desire to own you and the passion in pleasing you
A craving to be entirely immersed in the sensation of having you;
Enthusiastically indulging in sinful pleasures
I realize that gratifying your desires gives me extreme satisfaction;
Igniting inside me a rampant fire
Always willing to explore our native instinct to indulge into each other’s hidden fantasies
Shaking vigorously in anticipation of your next move
Your next touch, your next kiss, your next stroke
Awaking our souls and supplying our insatiable appetite for each other
Keep us wanting and coming back for more and more
Realistically living out our fantasies, ascending through a sexual high
Climaxing into a dimension of unyielding sensation
Where our spirits and bodies are one
You are my lover and my man, the story is you are number one
As safely conclude, by my own distinction, I am so in lust with you

By: Maharri

To Be A Mother

So this what true love feels like?
A force of strength and power
A purpose to always be better
A reason to be the best
So this is what true love is
The will to always be good
The spirit to always show you care
And be patient because to me you are very dear
So this is what a miracle feels like
Satisfaction in your perfection
Gratitude because nothing can go wrong
Happiness in your presence; just knowing you are mine
So this is what magic really is
Your giggles and tender smile
Eyes gleaming with joy; blissfully enchanting
Huddled in my arms it’s up to me to keep you warm
Fragile and pure; it up to me to protect your innocence
The way u just made my heart melt; your tiny hands and feet moving frenziedly
Curiously touching my face I am captivated by your grace
So this is how it feels to truly care
Being there to dry every tear
Wishing away your pain when it’s there
No matter the burden I will bear,
Because I live just so I can always be there
For you I will do anything, give up everything
Because without you my life is nothing
So this is how it feels to be a mother

By: Maharri

Transformation

Free falling,
Free heart, free love, free mind, free soul, free spirit
Moving through space and time; the universe is my home
Ascending through impulse and free will
A synchronization of my soul’s vibration
Traveling steadily in my own zone
Riding the waves of my emotional high
Capitalizing on the eccentricity and mystery perceived of my personality
A diamond in the rough, so beautiful with that dashing smile
The way my eyes twinkle and my dimples deepens,
Will give any man an erotic high
But you were all I had in mind

Free falling and believing in the magic of the universe;
Summoning u into my grace
Powerfully creating my life and maintaining fluency
Creating you into existence to give me complete fulfillment
The power of belief brought you to me
Free falling in love; you captured my spirit, locked up my soul,
Sealed my love, captivated my mind
Propelling me into another space and time
A dimension of only you and I

Transformation by Intent
Transformation through enlightenment
Transformation and empowerment
Transformation with absolute fulfillment
A complete renovation of my life
Now there are you, me and our beautiful child
The honor is mine, to the universe that reads my mind

By: Maharri

I Have Found Poetry

Left alone to fend for myself,

I seek an alternative just so I wouldn't melt.

I found poetry, something so profound,

Giving me some common ground

I found a way to realese those conflicts, that has kept my heart bound

I have found poetry; the origin of my intensity

Undeniable nurturing I've found something that makes me willing

I've found something that's completely filling

I have found poetry:

The harmony within me

The voice within me

The essence within me

The joy fulfilling me

Compelling me to be free,

Yes, poetry does this for me, makes me overwhelmingly free

I have found poetry, words that I know

Words that helps me grow; whispering wisdom

Words that flow,

letters half a dozen P-O-E-T-R-Y

BY: Maharri

The Undeclared Me

A surge of thoughts erode my mind, imposing on my world the raw and uncut ME. As I delve deeper and deeper into the space of who I am and the role I play, I thoroughly explore the difference between the two. The characters I play in life fueled by my hidden commitments has impose so many limitations: in order to be safe, in order to be hidden, in order to look good, in order to be right, in order to be the victim… A life “in order to” is a life of quiet desperation, no satisfaction. Realizing who I am being and who I really am, now complicates everything in the eyes of my character, sick to the stomach I feel like running; which is the norm for the character, who love to run away when confronted with truth and reality- my own reality. I have been inauthentic in so many ways with so many people, but what really get me is that more than all, I have been inauthentic with me. Denied myself, sabotage myself, underestimated myself, undermined me, punishing myself, blaming myself. The undeclared me begging to be free. I search the entirety of my being, my life a script filled with characters; really great actors...role play, 1 2 3 Action and here we go again...

By: Maharri

Subliminal Negativity

My Tranquility collided with a negative force;

My spiritual high being pulled down, by a force so pessimistic I feel the earth shifting beneath me

A disturbance of my sanity, a mockery of what's reality, Contaminating my ore of positivism

An inner rush of self-criticism feverously trying to break my strong will

The power created by the discipline of my mind; the ultimate of which I am the authority of my being.

A smother of doubt conflicts the purpose of hope

The lack of faith taints the atmosphere

Nothing is forever: The sun won't shine forever

The grass won't always be green

The birds won't always sing

Because life doesn't always bring us spring.

There is darkness somewhere within the light; an intoxication of negativity that some how pushes me to fight mentally

Nothing can come of this, got to break free from this subliminal negative bliss

Eloping to a less depressing confinement; to a place nourished by positive vibration;

Sole intuition of good over evil

Constructive thinking, hence successful living

Liberated by the strength of my mind and the desires of my soul

Liberated from the captivity of negativity,

Liberated through the supremacy of my spirituality,

Freed from this subliminal negativity

By:Maharri

Phantom of Terror

Wondering, where is the love that use to be?
As a child, that love I use to see.
Anguish and terror, now all I see around me
Revelation of what is to be,
Happening right in front of me
Wars of the world, crimes of the soul
Stories yet to unfold,
So many that's left untold
What seems a ghost; the phantom of terror,
The one who instigated the destruction and horror
Existing so high, forgetting the Most High
And consumed by his greed;
His insatiable lust for power
This phantom of terror,
Who reigns to make us weaker
And flourishes from humans sorrow
Has compelled us to a life of horror
This is real, life isn't what it use to be
He's not a ghost; he is so obvious for us to see
If we only open our eyes to the mystery
And not be sanctioned as his marionette
And fight very hard to never forget
The love of God that is to save us yet
By: Maharri