Strategy & Structure. Architecting Market Position
To The Queen Card
Every piece bows in time
It’s when they know how many deaths she’s died
to rise, to rule, the grand design.
The Queen card, laced in Grace..
a walking empath, a mother, a lover by fate
Tell me, which Queen do you wish to serve?
For in that, you step closer
To a fate you’ll find deserved
We cherish the few of you that know her.
The way she speaks, deliberate and true,
The way she moves, effortless, unshaken.
Her imperfect marks, like she, territorial
claimed by fire, A mark of heat,
of passion & stories untold.
Her smile, a ray of light
breaking through the dark,
I love her most
As she is the portal
Where love enters, where life begins
I might have to Google love,
To learn what it could mean,
I might have to take a pause,
To check my heart still gleams
I might have to soar alone,
To guard what I hold within,
I might have just become
the love I so deeply need
Whether my rollercoaster be your smooth ride.
Whether…
My rollercoaster be your deepest dive.
What is…
My rollercoaster is mine
Mine alone to ride.
The quicker I learn from the tide
The sooner I find:
I’m not tied
What once caused me to frown
Is now my merry-go-round
Sometimes you wonder what people think,
But their opinions won’t buy a thing
You wonder at times what they might say,
But if you knew would you sway?
Sometimes you wonder where life will lead,
But the journey itself is all you need.
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Then why is left right, and right left,
A dance of opposites, a cosmic jest?
Why is yin yang, and yang yin,
A circle eternal, where all begins?
Why is black white, and white black,
Shadows and light on the same track?
They search for me in places begotten,
Paths long traveled, yet truths forgotten.
Where do you go when you seek the truth?
Beyond the mirror, beyond your youth?
As everything I’ve prayed for
now unfolds before my eyes,
As everyone I’ve cut ties from
taught me I was the prize.
As only me and God rise
through these droughts and trials
I wonder, do we look alike?
We used to be obsessed with love
But love began so tiresome, we refuse
We’ve been bruised, so we choose to lose
Locked door, barriers up, refuse the muse
Everyone new will feel the news
That we’ve been used
For what the last one did was cold like brew
We used to be obsessed with love so deep,
so keen, now it’s buried where we keep
Love on the backend of things, out of sight
Dimmee goes the light.
Sexy times but
Loves not right
Did love die?
No, I’ve arrived
I’ll never forget Ota’s words:
“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”
I’ve been spitting it up ever since,
regurgitating
Sifting through the bitterness,
Cherry-picking pieces that don’t sting as much,
even the valley of death has more allure.
I don’t remember many days clearly,
Yet that one remains vivid
The day I stumbled straight into the snare.
Here I am, replaying the massacre,
Trying to untangle the chaos,
A chaos sent not to be untangled.
‘Then at least let me send it back to sender’
Again, Ota’s voice echoes,
“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”
Every night I sleep, with nothing to prove
For what I don’t do is shrink for views
Every night I silence what they say I cant do
Like Mother Earth,
We rythm to the roots not coons