I write in so many different genres of poetry... the spectrum is so broad... from socio-political to passionate eroticism. Not everything will appeal to the spirit and the minds of everybody...but there is something for each who choose to read.
Between each heartbeat
lies a gentle whisper...
mysterious meanderings of a
soul in need of intervention.
Pondering the possibility
that just maybe
there is a need to connect.
A requirement for a bond
much greater than that of
friend to friend.
Ties that bring two beings
much closer than merely a
sexual connection of lust.Betray my disbelief in
the entity of love
in it's purest form...
for I fear that it
has become extinct
within this conceptual being
I have become.
All to often
my mouth speaks words
which flow from the mind
of the analytical speaker...
no longer mouthing beautiful sonnets
that flower from the enamored soul
of one who is in love.Even when words of tenderness
leave my body...they float in the air...
hanging there...wishing for
a destination to call home...
within the heart of their intended.
Homeless emotions left to
suffer the atmospheric conditions
of our foul and stank society.
Where they are neglected and
walked upon by the passers by
who just simply don't give a damn...
because they don't even know I exist...
let alone my vagabond heart.So often I have had love
redefined for me...only to see that
this one didn't know what the fuck
he was talking about
anymore than the last one...
So I...retreat to my ink and quill...
where my dreams and fantasies
become reality upon crinkled paper...
where lines of emotions erupt...
and words are scribbled out and
rewritten with a word that fits better...
makes the poetry more...pretty.
Because after all...
love is supposed to be pretty...
is it not?And when I look at the finished product...
I find the perfect picture of love...
indentations where frustration
caused the pen to dig deeper
into the parchment...a few smudges...
and even a spot where a tear has dropped...
and blurred the ink a bit.
Yet in all the mass confusion
and the agitation of the
process of formulating true love...the essence is captured...an undeniable bond between the core
of two beautiful souls
that cannot be broken...
one that is strengthened
and redefined by every
stroke of the pen...or caress
of flesh...by every
drop of ink...or tear that falls.
Two spirits treasuring
each moment they have when they can
inhale the breath that which
the other exhaled...yes...
Love is indeed poetically beautiful.And still I wait...
for the one who will hear the
gentle whispers between each beat
of my longing heart...and
answer his call to fulfill destiny
in an era of infinity...
endlessly wanting me...
needing me...
and unconditionally loving me.
On April 22, 2008 I will be the featured poet on Pam Osbey's radio show "Hot Poetic Shots". It will begin at 9pm EST. Follow the link to bookmark and listen in:http://www.blogtalkradio.com/literarypizzazz/2008/04/23/H ot-Poetic-Shots-with-Heidi-West-author-of-Chronicles-of-My-G hetto-Streets
I have one book that is already in print titled "Chronicles of my Ghetto Street". I had originally planned for this book to be in 3 parts, but soon I will be re-releasing this book with the ending all in one. I also am releasing two other books: "Beauty in Bondage" (a novel about a submissive's lifestyle choices) and "Unchained Deviant" (an erotica poetry book). Watch the upcoming events section for release dates.
I am currently working on a cd which will consist of 18 spoken word tracks with a cool and velvety jazz background. This cd is also called "Unchained Deviant". Watch the upcoming events section for release dates.
I am in search of one female and one male model for my latest poetry book that I am working on. Race is unimportant. Please contact me with questions. Models must live in the Metro Detroit area or be willing to travel.
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