Gravity...stay the hell away from me...

The Truth: Quote of the Day

"And I figured out that the reason I couldn't get through the day as well as I can now is because I had too many things on my mind, on my plate, you know, for one person to have. So I started to eliminate some of the things that were too heavy to carry and unnecessary."
-Erykah Badu

The Diary: Morning is a Long Time Coming...

Mistress of darkness...
my heart etched with pain,
filled with disdain...
the darkness, it...it
whispers my name...
the Darkness,
the Lioness,
she's always hunting...
morning is a long time coming....


As the sun sinks below the horizon...prelude to the night


The darkness creeps out...seducing my senses
smelling my fear...
I desperately search for light or knight's armor 
to hinder what I know is drawing near she caresses me slowly, like a mother shielding a child


And all I can I do is hug her with tears in my eyes....weary, of her treacherous wilds...
but just like an abused child I cling to my abuser...
comfortable and uncomfortable by the constant confusion


Headaches that lead to heartaches that lead to heartbreaks 
that make the soul shake and wash my body with sweat....
as I awake from my nightmares screaming your name...
...only to look around and see it was all in vain
all I have is the darkness. She is mine to claim.
she...caresses me with pain, assists in my strain
tickles my struggle, fragments my mind like a...cheap, scenic puzzle. 


The darkness
the lioness 
she's always hunting...
morning is a long time coming






~Yours Truly, Miss Niah

We'll change the pace and just go slow....

The Truth: Quote of the Day

“I'd rather regret the things I have done than the things that I haven't done.” 
-Lucille Ball

The Diary: The Righteousness...

Last night, we spent the night talking...

we spent the night walking, 

through each other's minds...

amazed at what was found and

staggered by the spiritual bounds

that were broken

prayers and whispers were spoken...

and payments of...love in unspoken tokens....

Spirituality that shattered a fragmented reality....

a bond that couldn't be understood, but only felt,

powerful enough to restore her health,

powerful enough to...to unite a sinner and a saint...

beautiful enough for a dilettante to paint....

But what is this?

could something so powerful get lost, in the midst?

A sinner and a saint you say?

A sinner who is lost in her ways?

A saint whose divinity will not allow him to sway?

A controversy that will not allow naturalization to make it's play?

An innocent bond now bound with fraught....

All because one lost soul couldn't control her heart

It pains the sinner to see...that for once her imperfections and impurity can't be accepted...by he

For he cannot accept what he cannot see....

And so invisible am I, that he cannot accept me...

~Yours Truly Miss Niah

*just a little diddy that fell from my heart