Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Verse to Verse (In response to Queen Poetess B)


Dear Queen PB- I'd like to thank you for challenging my brain...this was all in love.


wait no further
im back in the game
dont act like you've been diagnosed with amnesia
and forgotten my name
I'm fusion; prepared to stimulate ur brain
rain or storm im coming; stunning and star struck your now running
from the truth that is bout' to penetrate ur chest
making it impossible for ur lips to rest
words dancing in ur brain...
words playing the love game
putting your fingers to the test
deciding who is best....your brain or whats inside your chest

confusion..no please guess again its Fusion don't mistaken Your pleasure for a bruisen...sweet heart its all a delusion


your vague attempts to try to bully my skills...all thee above i consider a thrill
im taking your words for motivation in this game
not allowing constant interruptions to distract my brain
im focused on you on your heart and your words
i appreciate the time and effort that you've spent on your verbs
but sit back return to your seat
now im here I'M THE TRUE QUEEN
you've written a couple words dished out what i hope is not your best
FUSION is here to stay and glad to see you've accepted my test
I’m believing in you don't fail...stay strong
I know it’s been awhile but keep waiting it won’t take too long
breathe in deep and hold your best bc once my venom is loose it will take your last breath


i come in slow and work strong; sleek and smooth now it’s on
i can keep this up all day long
unfortunately im the wanted woman and all seeks after me
but I’ve decide on you to be the next victim the reaps

ok so now im back
and this time ill keep up
im prepared for your "skills' i know now what is up
you think i was in the defeat the last round I’ll say you won
and yes I’ll admit that it was in all fun
but queen the game is ova...progress is in motion i signed ova my soul to language my heart is in full gear I rule my world I shoot down all spears...confident in what i do, who i am and i that i can be I’ve made love to this game before and had it on its knees
stop bending over and stand up straight be a man and look at me...my eyes see through ur smirk u must understand what you see
sly as a snake i creep through your brain prepare yourself for insanity bc goo goo gaa gaa is all that you will have to say after you regurgitate my last words while your gloots are spilling out your seat not laughing any more now its you in defeat...i will dance on your love song i will prance on your mind i know it might be rough but thats life it aint always kind
woman you say you are but do you know what it means
it is only a Man with a womb so a man to me you will be
so MAN like i was saying im not done with you yet
im getting sick and tired; i refuse to live with regret
keeping coming and coming strong cum longggggg don't give in yet
my sweet sweet honey juice has more than a spell for you
ur addiction to me is fine don’t you see i love seeing MY EYES when YOU are looking at me

i will stomp on your ground and leave you for the birds to eat

you thought you were flying high but it gave you a nose bleed brought you back down to what is reality
I'm FUSION; imperishable glass made from perfect Krystal's transcending light to every path in my way
attempt to break my glass again and ill give you want you want a piece may fall down and whoops slit something other than your thumb
lol
a queen....lol please boo you’re a joker
stop playin lets be real this game it aint poker you aint gots to lie to yourself no more i know calling yourself "Queen" is a notion to caress your shoulder...but see i have dusted you off mine so find another one… some sad pathetic son of some sad pathetic mutha___

WAKE UP MAN
you aint royalty face the facts...I repeat this is REALITY
do i need to spell that out too...do you know what that means
Reality= you NOT being a QUEEN
so i said it there...now look whose rocked the house...i've burned your imaginary tomb that you thought was a house!
Glass make crack but it never truly breaks it only will fall into a million pieces but is ALWAYS HERE TO STAY
my combustion affects all and all it will effect this transparent substance is mesmerizing to all it detects
tunnel vision...if that is what you believe to make your sleep ease but truth be told even through a tunnel you still wouldn't be a queen

too much for me please my brain twice in size
i never give up i cant even try
im too high on life to allow a fantasy shake me
LOL again baby you are really funny

FUSION.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Failure


Is there a worse feeling than failure?
Is it possible to hit the ground harder?
The loud kiss from head to gravel echoing embarrassment.
Ashamed to pick up your face
Too hurt to force a smile.
Disappointment won’t ease its grasp from around your neck
Too busy gasping for breath your tears forget to appear
Fear gone
Anticipating numbness to arrive again
Wishing & hoping & thinking & praying that reality is really a dream.
A nightmare to wake up from
So when it’s time to sleep
Sleep eases your mind & takes you to a trip for away from KIP…
Keeping in Perspective what is real & what real manifesto from your yesterdays are threatening your today’s, a checkpoint on your tomorrows.
Too late to run
Your feet aren’t fast enough to catch the sun
Rain drowning out whispers for optimism
Too closed minded & pessimistic
Failure has won.

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion (not including images)

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Made in His Image


Made in His Image

groom me?
I dare you to attempt to improve perfection
-made in His image
Through dedication: Inspiration is my daily bread
Magnify my Beauty
Identify my past
Caress each prayer
Deny what is visible to the natural heart
Groom me?
I dare you to attempt to improve perfection
Exhaust your imagination
Your efforts are in vain
Be slow to speak
Quick not to quit
Don’t throw in your white flag yet!
Fight absent mindedness
Seek first the kingdom of righteousness
And remember the blessings He has bestowed upon you
Don’t listen to the wicked
Become invisible to them
Shine your transparent light to lift all hearts on your road to redemption
It can be hard out there for a Queen
She must lift her veil so she can see
The blood leading a path just for me
Wipe the corrupt dust off your shoulders
Stretch your arms out as wide as the clouds
Prepare yourself for your stolen goods
Your love goods
Your prosperity goods
Your forgiveness goods
Taken by the thief who crawls out of the night
Who crept into your day
Because you opened your life’s door and lead the way
To every valuable piece to your life’s puzzle
Keep those wide arms open wide
In preparation for your goods to be returned to you
100 Fold…
Melt away global arrogance from your chest
Get dressed with the Amor of God
Numb your ears to this world insanity
Remain sane because He said the end is coming
He gave you those ears to hear his trumpets…
But still
You think you can
Groom Me?
I dare you to attempt to improve perfection
-made in His image
Through dedication
Inspiration is my daily bread.
Don’t allow the TV to develop your brain stream
Each trained thought is a channel changed
Ask yourself this…
Is ABC your mother?
Fox News your father?
And NBC your teacher?
Is BET and MTV your big brother and sister?
Fight for your God given rights
Free your brain from every insane thought that captivates your tongue.
Don’t throw in your white flag yet.
Resist absent mindedness
Resist the urge to be transformed to what is heard through the antenna given to you from the same thief in the night that you let in your day.
It can be hard out there for a King
All royalty must lift our veils so we can see…

Krystal Glass AKA Produced by Fusion Copyright ©2009
November 15, 2009

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Poetry In the Bible?


Job
Psalms
Proverbs
Ecclesiastes
Songs of Songs

Praise the Lord for this gift
that my brain and my heart unite everytime
these words I write
I'm sure you gave this gift
I did not know until yesterday
another inheritance was blessed upon me
from accepting & entering
the true land of the free
I’m dining & dancing with the King of Kings.

So for the readers please don’t mistake any of my other words; know that I am a believer, and my feelings do not falter any past experiences that lead me to today. I share my yesterdays to express my gratitude for every step that I am now away. Trust; each thrust, each movement, each effort of preservation was not accomplished without my Father, my Provider, my King who has taught me to Agape people because now I am a Queen.

Krystal Glass aka Produced by Fusion

Monday, November 9, 2009

Is he Feelin It?


So I ask myself after I get dressed, “is he feelin it?”
I mean after what we did because I know I am and from the gist of it
I can't tell
I slip on my coat slowly
I said slowly because I’m stalling
I'm preparing
for resistance....
Now I'm bleeding
You see I tripped and fell
I fell on the curb that I didn't see
my eyes are blurry
They got a little misty, while walking, to my car
Slowly...
walking slowly
I forgot to pay-attention to my feet....
so is he feelin it I mean feelin me?
Because I know I am, I hope so is he...
He must be, because he said to me
To call him when I get home he must love me
I know he cares, yea he cares for me.
Barely in the door
now I'm limping
from my fall
caused by foggy eyes
I reached for my cell
in my back pocket
in my right pocket
in my left pocket
dumped out my purse
reaching for my keys
to unlock my car…
now nursing
my left ankle
bc I twisted it
running to my car
I missed my neighbors skateboard
it snuck up on me
and I fell again, right over it.
But where's my phone?
my cell phone
I need to reach my man
My future husband or
baby daddy
so he won't stay up all night
waiting for my call
my safety call
bc I know he cares.
Yea he’s fillin it I mean he's feelin me.

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

Thursday, October 1, 2009

My Lullaby…


Is it possible for some one of your caliber to make….to make…to make… “kryssy fix the record please”
I’m sorry how silly of me
Now excuse me back to what I was
Wait...What was I saying?
Oh yeah
Is it possible for some one of your caliber to make…Looooove
Make Love to my words
Flirt with my mind
Read between the lines
Lift up each verse
Touch each verb
Lick my adjectives
I’m sorry
Are we moving too fast?
I feel as though I’ve come on too strong…
But it’s only because…
My words are missing looooooove…
My verb’s heart was broke
But her fingers still stroke
Each sentence and line
waiting to be promoted to a concubine
instead of being ignored
someone make love to my words.

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Can You Hear Me?


You can borrow my visor
here...
take my speakers
can u see me
can u hear me
NOW
spf 50 can't help
linens kiss even stings
her aftermath
Torments
each punishment is amusing
leave me be
but I say
can u see me
can u hear me
NOW
say it aint so
say she wont go
i need her to stay
with me
HAHAHAHA
can u see me
can u hear me
NOW?

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Will never surrender


Determined
however exposed
weakened
spears thrown
torn skin
shattered ego
determined
failed
re-taken
failed
re-taken
over it
determined
need a reason
want a hand
determined

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Repercussions from Love’s decisions


The fastest slow walk I ever made
Walking right into my future produced by my yesterdays
A Repercussion
Repercussions from Love’s decisions
Eager
Willing
The wait not waiting anymore
The present in preparation for the past
Exhaling my last breath as me
me the collateral damage
to Love’s promise signed on a dotted line
Love traded me in for we
We are now one
Walking back new
Waving at the sun
And congratulatory faces
Envious faces
Reminiscing faces
Too late to run
Legs weren’t weak
Brain couldn't’t speak
Heart leaped…no need to run
Run from
A new past
Waiting patiently for we

Dedicated to my best friend...I love you

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Friday, September 18, 2009

Is this it?


Is this it?
morning breathe
hot shower
ironed clothes
toast
water
out the door
in the car
swipe my badge
in my chair
nine hours later
lets do it again tomorrow
Is this it?

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Who am I to me?


How do you stop emotions from rising and taking control of your mind?
Is it too harsh to say that life is unkind?
To those who wear their heart on their sleeve
And allow whoever says they love them
Surrender and bleed
Is it fair to say the least that the universe is weak?
Searching and seeking, trying to find me
Where in the world could one be?
Hiding, colliding, pain and suffering
Inflicting this manner on ones self
Blaming and pointing at somebody else
Someone please find the lost one
A search for a soul is common
By now I’m getting old
These times are changing
Love isn’t so bold
People are guarded
Hatred has its hold
On life
But “where do broken hearts go
When they can’t find their way home”
Songs of lost loved ones
New and some are old
What happens when the one lost
Is your very own soul
Spirit filled with lifeless thoughts
Waiting to be saved
Come and rescue my mind
Save me from my grave
Determined and focused
Forget about the rest
Life is too short
Do for you what is best
Are these the beliefs that we have instilled in one another
To take for granted the essence
Of the presence of each other
Look out for yourself
Don’t worry bout no else
If this true
Please, I’ll forget about you
But so much of me is invested you see
So if I choose to forget
Turn around and omit
I have left me too
Because now I am you
I do not know enough of the person I’ve become
To stand on my own
And act like I am grown
When my life revolves around
Every person on my ground
So when can I be free
And get to know me
Without having to be
The person who can’t keep
Their promises.
So who am I to me?

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

My Will


I keep asking myself
Is it my love for you
Is it my love for myself
Or
Is it my love for God
That has conquered my fear
And allowed my past to rest in peace
Without any further disruptions
I was addicted to the possibility of options
The possibility of the unknown
And of what is known
Addiction is hard to break
Almost impossible if your will isn’t strong enough to carry your weight
Your shoulders will give up on you
And your heart might break
But your will
It is what keeps you safe
Your will is your scapegoat
Your excuse for every bad decision you make
It is the choice to enjoy the sun in your face
on an early Saturday morning
Or let sheets make the sun erase
I was addicted to the possibilities of love
This addiction is dangerous when you don’t know what you want
This addiction almost killed me
But my will decided
That whether it is my love for you
My love for myself
Or my love for God
I will live to see my possibility of being happy.
My will aloud me to see today.

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

Gone


I’m gone because you let me go
You refused to receive the love I showed
I gave what I had and left it all for you
But you turned me down and left me oh so blue
You’d say “don’t take it personal”
That this you and I should know
You wear a guard that covers your chest
And no one comes in not even the best
This message you gave much more than twice
But I hoped inside you wanted me for your wife
So I stayed around and tried to wait
The pain inside made me feel like bait
I asked you why much more than twice
With no answer I left in strife
Hoping you would fight for me
Fight for the right for me to be your queen
But now I’m gone because you let me go
I would’ve stayed if I would’ve known
That you do love me like I love you
That you’d take the heart that is on my sleeve
And lift it up so I could breathe
That you could wear my heart buckled around your chest
And let your guard fall, let love cover the rest
But instead you just watched me leave
You turned your back and waved bye at me.

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I did


I did pick up the pieces from a once broken heart and like heat that can melt iron I molded my pieces that fell from shattered tattered stepped and played heart clumps not kept well...promised by the taker the receiver...the bully that through away care like Baberuth threw...

I did stand up straight after torn and worn and bent over like Kunta Kente and like slaves from back in the day like horses permanently galloping and being used to carry some girls dream right before she reaches the altar. I forced the hump or the doctor slump like scollioses moved it, shoved it and stood up straight...straight like being caught off gaurd...straight like opposite of homo...

I did dust myself off after I fell and tripped side swiped I slipped or pushed...didn't matter couldn't tell, the time spent down didn't clown no it didn't snitch because I jumped back up so quick I'm not a b**** nooo I'm rough and tough like the summers sun no mercy naw I can run so no matter how many times I fall of if again you try to push I did I will I will do it again dust myself off because I alwas win.

This lifting of pieces and standing up straight this motion of movement from dust off my face has brought me to him. The him who is he the I will be we...LOL let me stop...I'm working on me.

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Regret


You are possibly
My most regretful gift received
Overflowing with beauty that is as complex as your integrity.

Copyright 2009 Produced by Fusion

Brain Sex


8/05/2009

Sweaty palms
Pacing, tracing my steps
Reminiscing on my brain sex
Uncertain
Each kiss each caress
Each breath from my chest
Deep
Breathe deep
Still waiting
Each pause more torturous than the rest
Is it too soon
Did we move too fast
Did I allow escalated temperatures dictate my past
Confident or not I chose this race
Have I practiced enough…can I keep up this pace
Anticipation has definitely concurred my best
I can’t hold it any longer
I can’t let it rest
Patience is the professor’s name
If I can’t pass his quiz how can I win this game
Each squirm, each motion makes time grow longer
But I won’t move
I will stay here and wonder
Until each reader and writer who writes
Delivers their thoughts
After they’ve molested mine.

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Quarantine…


Offended by your words
Hand-pick by your demonic soul
Insisting on captivating the stars that shine through me
Through my storm…attempt it.
Lift me up into infinity and beyond the pessimistic cosmos
Circling your heart
I’m fine hiding behind optimism…I thrive on it.
Scratch what you heard I’m changing my words
Your strength is not a necessity I can pick up me…
I refuse to believe my Creator created me to crawl…
To crawl and lie half awake waiting for some one to rescue the pathetic empathy
That you show when you look at me.
But can you really see through glass…
Not even windex can bless this transparent substance produced by fusion…
Questionable…maybe
Is it possible for my see-through pane to be clean if you can’t seeeeeee
Smudges from sight-seers handprints disrespecting the invisible beauty
I
Am
Quarantined.


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Melodies


12/28/07

Ocean waves are whispering sweet melodies in my ear
The sea breeze is flirting- blowing up my skirt
I’m laying here in sinking sand
Melting into the earth
Watching the moon and sun dance
And the Fiery skies shimmer in the night

This is Love………

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

Decisions


11/24/20079:30pm

So what am I supposed to do Some one please tell me when it’s time to choose
Between the one you love and the one who loves you
Consistently grasping for breath your heart is telling you not to breathe
Contradicting my last words, “I breathe deep”
But this time I can’t even see
The futureBecause my past is chasing me
Telling me where and who I need to be
But what about me, about what I want inside
Why are my own feelings crushing me
Happiness is my choice of preference,
However these decisions, they’re confusing
I want to love the one who loves me
But some how my lungs have decided for me
Where and who I want to be
Am I the one who hides be hind truth or lies
Hoping for this disguise to change me
Change the way life has molded me
A sudden swift wind, swayed me
Do you remember when life used to be easy
Do you remember when the thought of a white picket fence completed me
I remember when I tried to love me
Its hard to know that loving me, is realizing I who I need and who want to be.

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

The Butterfly Effect


11/14/2007

Lying here waiting for someone to save me
Lost in this loveless world
Losing this game that has oh so played me
Longing for warmth after the cold

Finding a reason to live again
Forcing my heart to breathe
Forgiving each sought after sin
Forgetting my pain with ease

Enamored by the taste of summer rain
Everything happens for a reason
Eager for this season to change
Explaining my decision

Hearing my mouth speak words of wisdom
Hoping to recognize my new face
Heading out to test my freedom
Holding on to my hearts rightful place

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

My Gift


My Gift


My gift to you is my love
Love that is endless
My gift to you will always live
Faithful and dependent

My gift will never fade away
So cast your fears aside
My gift is non-perishable
Non-comparable
And can’t be compromised

My gift is both seen through Spirit and through vision
It lives in the breath, that I have given
It is in the trees and the grass that you all live in
And best of all, my gift does not come once a season

My gift to you must be accepted
It must be taken like it is given
This gift to you is in a book
One that I have written
This book is my love letter
For all of you to read
This book tells you just how much
My gift to you really means.

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

Replacement

Anger replaced the adornment and sadness
Rage has conquered its quest
An idiot you are for ignoring my madness
Revenge is the next test

My being has been tampered and torn before
I refuse to allow it again
You aren’t worth this Deja Vu experience
My patience is running thin

I hope you’re proud of your accomplishment
Your game is oh too sweet
Too bad you didn’t recognize my skill and tactic
You didn’t know this game I teach

I will hit each ball thrown at me
I will tackle each sought after blow
I will stand here and fight like a true soldier
I will conquer anyone attempting to scar my soul

My advice is to run while you can
My grasp doesn’t loosen
This fight you’ll have to act like a man
I guarantee it will be groosem

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

Me with you


Rising pressure
Escalating heart beat
Perspiration emerging
Mind racing
Lips shivering
Words stuttering

Me with you

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

What is Love?


What is Love?

Is it the warm melt in your mouth
Salivating tongue
Pink protrusion in your cheeks
the honey suckle smell that stained your mind?

What is love?

Is it the beating of the heart beat drum?
Is it the anticipation, the high from your morning run?
Is love giving is love forgiving?

What is Love?

Is it the moving is it the touching?
Is it the pressure for delivering?
Is it the Unforgettable Mind-blowing
Conversation?

What is Love?

Is it the twinkle in your eye
High as the sky
Grin from ear to ear
Nose way up high?

What is love?

Is it the cramp in your face
From laughing with no disgrace
Be yourself with no one else
trust?

What is Love?



Being in love is a profoundly deep, tender, and passionate affection for another person, the desire to want the person, a sort of warm feeling just thinking about the person, and a slight glow when see the person, a look that only you two share, beyond a passion.

Copyright © 2009 Produced by Fusion

Bliss


Bliss 01/08/2009

Bliss painted on my face
-your heart is the palette used to erase
-fragile remains
-like Clorox cleaning up my past
Accepting me and my mistakes

Only me
Airlifted planes
Destination old age
With bliss painted on my face

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Run-On


Can you ever trust a Lover when you think they are another and you want to Love them more but then you were unsure because of the abandoned perspiration you have made when the two of you laid worked Love like a 9 to 5 until it hurt when you tried not to rest anymore then you felt like Love's whore because you took it to the end right when it began because you felt him from the start you were feelin' him straight from your heart when you glanced and caught his eyes a gaze of lust in disguise for a new life to begin and the old one to end. He ran straight through your heart a Love that wont depart until the day he runs again because he and we know both that you just wont let him go. He'd have to run straight through your chest...your heart would stall his breath...he would run and you will chase then loose with shameful grace.

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