To...me

Her grace it held my eyes at bay
my chest would start to race
i fumble thinking what to say
i'd blink and see her face

My eyes have seen what Gods could make
that comes from deep within
oh stomach cease thy lustful quake
the arrows took the win

At night i'd close my eyes and try
to get her off my mind
but how i feel through days gone by
her heart i long to find

Misguided

.....she swayed across the room to
.......capture my eyes
........slowly and skilfully to earn
..........her well-deserved prize
............i looked, she shook
..............but the flimsy dress
............... she wore above her knee
..............and under her breast didn't have to speak out
...........because even dim-lights illuminated
........the guy she danced on
.......bore features of a boy-scout
...young enough to be my son
.old enough to be your brother
.....................................................our eyes now four
................................................wondering how could a woman meet
.........................................such an unmentioned score?
.....................................and..who is.. her mentor?
..............................my first visit; her job
........................my damnation; her resolution
.....................she approached and dangled a condom for me to see
.................. brushed her scarf above my knee
.............and flung the contents of the wrapper aside
.........just as she did with her pride and dignity

....a perfect actress
..the world her stage

...a woman who never knew her worth
........and traded her soul for far less
..........than dirt
............HIV POSITIVE
..............Sliding on poles, seducing switched sexes
.... .........clad in torn panty hose
.............HER PERROGATIVE
..........Or maybe not.....
.......you guys figure the rest
.....just remember regardless of your....situation or mess
...NEVER EVER SETTLE FOR LESS

Fantasy

To infringe on principled inheritance

To cast aside and turn attention away from

To endulge in that which had destroyed some

To participate and be idly indiscriminate

like a magnet it pulls closer and closer to your 'lethal' demise



Pin-pricking at your conscience

Pleading for a try.... just once

subtle and exciting

intimate and mesmerizing!!


To drift into a new dimension

Colliding with freaky thoughts of want and self-gratification


Thought upon thought

it lingers......

eyebrows raised in possible extremities

daring minds, willing whispers
clasped legs, creative callings


Opportunity knocks but no one answers

A dream in cloud

almost realistically endowed

by this spirit housed by this skin of black smoke

squirting ink which intoxicates and creates

like a whale caught in a tilapia's net


watching, wishing, waiting

to be:
creeping and striding
dressed and naked
eating and ravenously hungry
fickle and stable

Stroking impulses in a mind so gaily

All emptied in a river of fantasy

Saturated

The air in the room tightened around my face

I breathed abnormally like a mutant with an enlarged heart

Pounding through my chest

Like drums held closely to my breast

I stared; nothing appeared meaningful

But me!!

The walls of the room drew closer

building tension in every way it could

I am….. Where you are……lost and seeking

I pushed the walls with all my might

I quivered and fight

Sprouting a field of roots

Nervous with freight

I am……Where you are……ANGRY

By whom?

Neither of us can presume, consume nor assume

For we….. have failed to respect

And vandalized labeled hurdles

At loggerhead’s; we willingly adjust

Too high and haughty to exchange words we once confide

Too great to show emotions…none can hide

What more do you want me to do?

Spin in your troubling winds of disaster?

Sway to your timeless, tuneless song of misery?!

I AM WHO I AM

ONCE CREPT AND WEPT

NOW WALK AND TALK

The Times are different

The leaves no longer shiver but leap to the howling winds

The skies gleam differently today

Feathered flock disperse

Herrings reign and sharks refrain

I AM WHO I AM

The shackles have broken

The slaves are free

I AM WHO I AM

I AM ME….

Sinking Softness

I choose to relive the season of sinking softness

When shooting stars kissed

And silliness was in mind, a bliss

And nothing else mattered….

Not even my name on Santa’s list?!

I often wonder……..if I had allowed the valves of my heart to

re-inact that poetic part

And follow the seam which love’s passion may redeem

Just to explore the unraveling sequence

I hate to think we’ll be sour still

For with every action follows a consequence……

Missed

I thought of you this morning

Holding memories that we framed in our head

And though you’ve sought a different life

I’ll never forget…… perhaps until the daisies’ roots tickle my graveyard’s bed

I thought of you this morning

And reminisced on our club- nite days-

when I stiffened with nervousness and you laughed

……....as loud and bright as the sun’s stinging rays

I thought of you this morning

Gliding on our once well weaved friendship

So close that many questioned possible kinship

Now the leaves have fallen and the insects have metamorphosised

The stars disappear at dawn’s first gaze

Still even as the days quickly drift

Time will never be enough to trim such memories

For with each thought of you; blossom new grins and new laughs

Like fresh flowers in a new vase