Thursday, August 28, 2014
DREAMING OF YOU
I AM DREAMING WHILE AWAKE
WISHING I CAN ERASE MY MISTAKE
I AM SEEING PATHWAYS OF BLUE THAT ARE MOURNFUL AND NOW
SO HAUNTINGLY TRUE
PUTTING FORTH THOUGHTS OF VIBRANT PURPLES AND PINKS
TO SEE THAT SMILE COME ACROSS THOSE CHEEKS
I WANT THE RED TO COME OUT MY FINGETIPSS LIKE THE LAST NIGHT
WE SPENT TOGETHER ENTWINED IN PASSIONS NEW TO US
AT THIS MOMENT THE BLUE IS TURNING TO BLACK
AND I AM SCARED OF THE DARK ENCROACHING UPON MY SOUL
LIKE AN EVIL BEING WHO THINKS THEY HAVE WON OVER ANOTHER VERSION
OF TRUE AND PURE LOVE
FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP DOWN THE WHITE IS RACING FORTH AND BLINDING THE
DARKNESS TO WHERE I CAN ONLY SEE MY FUTURE WITH ALL THE COLORS
WHICH MEANS I CAN ONLY SEE YOU
YOU
YOU
YOU
THE RAINBOW THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF POINT ME IN THE DIRECTION I NEED TO
BE AS I WAKE I WAIT FOR THE DAY THAT THE PATHS OF THE COLORS WILL
SEAMLESSLY LEAD ME BACK TO YOU
YOU
YOU
YOU
YOU
SO THIS DREAM I HAVE OF YOU IS ALSO A DREAM OF MYSELF BECAUSE I CAN NO
LONGER SEE MYSELF WITHOUT YOU
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
DON'T BE SAD
THIS WILL ALL GET BETTER AS THE TIME PASSES BY
I JUST LOOK AT YOU AND SMILE AND SIGH
TODAY IS TOMORROW'S NIGHT AS WE LOOK LEFT TO RIGHT
THINGS WILL BE ALL RIGHT
DON'T CRY TONIGHT
LOOK UP INTO THE SUNGLIGHT AND SEE THE POSITIVITY THAT WE BOTH POSSESS
WE ARE THE CREATORS OF WHAT OUR HEARTS AND HANDS CAN HOLD IN THE
FOLDS OUR WORN TRAVELING SHOES
YOU SHOW ME YOUR " SOLES" I WILL SHOW YOU MINE.
WE HAVE WALKED FOREVER TO COME TOGETHER TO OUR UNDERSTANDING.
WHAT IS THE UNDERSTANDING
IT WILL TAKE A LIFETIME TO FIGURE OUT OR MAYBE THE JOURNEY IS THE REAL
PASSAGE
THE RITE OF PASSAGE OF A RELATIONSHIP TO ALWAYS LEARN TO LEARN
SOMETHING FROM THE OTHER
SO DON'T BE SAD MY DARLING
FOR I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE TO CONTINUE ON OUR JOURNEY OF SELF-DISCOVERY
WITH A DRY EYE, A SMILE, AND A LOVING SIGH.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
YOU IN MY HEAD
I SEE YOU WITH THOSE INTENSE EYES BURNIN' A HOLE INTO MY PSYCHE.
INTENTLY I STARE BACK READY TO MEET THAT CHALLENGE HEAD ON AS YOU
WALK OVER TO WHERE I AM STANDING AS I TAKE A DRINK TO SOMEWHAT FOOL
MYSELF INTO CALMING DOWN
LIPS MOISTENED, I BRACE MYSELF FOR WHAT I WANT AND KNOW IS GOING TO
HAPPEN BECAUSE OF THE UNSPOKE CONVERSATION WE HAD FROM ACROSS THE
ROOM
THE JUKEBOX ROARS TO LIFE AND WAKES ME FROM MY REVERIE AS YOU WHISK
ME INTO A SLOW AND STEADY GROOVE WHERE NOTHING AROUND US SEEMS TO
MATTER ANYMORE. DID WE EVEN NEED THAT NON-VERBAL ONSLAUGHT FROM
BEFORE OR WAS THAT JUST YOU ASKING ME TO DANCE OR ASKING MY SOUL
WHETHER WE HAD MET IN A PREVIOUS LIFETIME? IT FEELS SO RIGHT LIKE THE
BEST FITTING GLOVES I HAVE EVER HAD AND I SWEAR NO ONE ELSE IS HERE
ANYMORE, JUST US.
MY BREATH CATCHES AND I DRINK IN YOUR SCENT LIKE WOLF WHO HAS FINALLY
FOUND HER MATE AND I HAVE TO REFRAIN FROM TAKING THAT INITIATING NIP OF
LUST AND CLAIMAGE AS I AM CAUGHT UP IN THE SWIRLING EMOTIONS AND WHAT
IT IS DOING TO MY DANCING EFFORTLESS BODY. HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE SO
SO QUICKLY WITH SUCH EASE AND SWAGGER ? THEN I START TO CONTEMPLATE ON
THIS MORE AND MORE AS IT GETS HAZYIER AND THE DISCO LIGHTS GET BRIGHTER.
" THE WEATHER WILL BE 76 TODAY WITH A LOW OF 56 @ THE COAST. NOW WITH A
MESSAGE FROM OUR SPONSERS." GROGGILY I SIT UP CONFUSED AND START TO
LOOK AROUND FOR YOU.
THEN IT HITS ME LIKE THE HANGOVER THAT COMETH THAT YOU ARE A FRAGMENT
OF MY IMAGINATION AND REAL LIFE IS CALLING YET AGAIN. DAMN, WHY WERE
YOU IN MY HEAD?
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
A SHORT STORY: " INTO THE FIRE"
NOSFERATU, IT IS TRUE...THAT IS WHAT THEY CALL ME. I LAY AWAKE IN MY SLUMBER LISTENING TO THE SOUNDS OF THE CITY ABOVE ME AS THEY DRONE OFF TO THE OUTER REACHES OF SLEEP. SLEEP,SLEEP,SO DEEP. SO BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE WITH THE LIFE THEY HAVE IN THEM THAT I ENVY THEM SO MUCH AND YET I DESPISE THEM FOR HATING ME SO. I YEARN FOR THEIR SWEET SUCCULENT WARM BLOOD UPON MY LIPS AND I CAN ALMOST FEEL IT PULSATING THROUGH MY UNDEAD BODY REVIVING MY SKIN TO THAT SHINY LUSTER THAT MAKES ME BEARABLE TO THE VIEWER LIKE YOU.
AH, A MORTAL IS APPROACHING WITH AN UNCLEAN SOUL. I WILL DO THE LORD'S WORK AND RID THE WORLD OF THE EVIL-DOER. SUCH A CONTRADICTION IN TERMS DONT'CHA THINK? I BELIEVE IN NO HEAVEN OR HELL BUT IN MY OWN LITTLE CAPSULE OF ETERNABLE DAMNNESS. SUCH A LONELY LIFE AND I HOPE TO ESCAPE IT SOMEDAY LIKE SOME OF THE GREATS BEFORE ME. BUT FOR NOW I AM DOOMED TO WALK ALL ETERNITY BEING THIS DEATH DEALER.
FEAR NOT, I ONLY GO OUT AT NIGHT AND REMOVE THE SCUM OF THIS WORLD. YOU HAVE NO WORRIES UNLESS YOUR PATH HAS NOT BEEN CLEAR. ANOTHER MORTAL DOTH APPROACHES, BUT THIS ONE ASKS ME TO TAKE AWAY ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING ALL WITHIN A GLANCE. WHAT DO I DO? HE IS PLEADING WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE AND AND MY ROTTEN HEART BREAKS AND I GIVE IN.
I BEND DOWN TO GIVE HIM THAT FINAL MORTAL EMBRACE AS MY FANGS SINK INTO HIS SOFT UNBLEMISHED NECK AND OH! WHAT SWEETNESS! HIS BLOOD IS SO PURE. I TELL HIM HE MUST BITE MY NECK, ARM, AND THE PLACE WHERE MY HEART SHOULD RESIDE TO HAVE IMMORTALITY. HE COMPLIES LIKE A CHILD WANTING THAT PIECE OF CANDY FROM A STRANGER THAT THEY SHOULDN'T. HE STARTS TO CONVULSE AND HAS SEIZURES AS HIS BODY GOES INTO THE CHANGE. THE PROCESS BECOMES A BIG SLURRY FOR THE RODENTS AND VERMIN IN THIS DERELICT GRAVEYARD THIS HAS TAKEN PLACE IN. THEN IT WAS ALL OVER AND THE CHANGE WAS COMPLETE.
MY FLEDGLING LOOKED UPON THE WORLD WITH HIS VAMPIRIC EYES AND KNEW ALL I PAST ONTO HIM AND ACCEPTED THIS LIFE AND LET GO OF THE OLD. IT WAS THEN THAT I KNEW WHAT MY PURPOSE WAS. WHEN THAT MORNING SUN CREPT UP OVER THE TOMBSTONES I VALIENTLY WALKED INTO THE FIRE.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
ANCESTOR WISH
OH I WISH I COULD LIVE IN THE TIME OF MY ANCESTORS
FOR THE BEAUTY OF MY CULTURE AND THE WISDOM I CAN IMPART TO MY
CHILDREN
I WANT TO LEARN THE DANCES AND SONGS THAT I DONT KNOW THAT I
INHERITANTLY ALREADY KNOW IN MY SOUL
IT NEEDS TO REACH MY BRAIN TO TEACH MYSELF TO REMEMBER MY BEAUTIFUL
PAST
SO FAR I KNOW SOME WORDS, A BEAUTIFUL SONG, AND WHEN I DANCE TO THE
MUSIC I CAN ALMOST FEEL I AM DANCING THE RIGHT STEPS.
I WANT TO FEEL A MIGHTY HORSE IN MY POWER WITH THE WIND BLOWING IN
MY WILD HAIR
I CAN FEEL THEM WHISPERING THEIR THANKS TO ME LOUD AND CLEAR LIKE AN
ARROW SHOT TO AN ANAWARE DEER
STAY CLEAR OF THE SMOKE SIGNALS THAT CLOUD YOUR MIND
CLEAR YOUR MIND AS YOU LAY TO SLEEP UN THE SKINS
WAKE AND THANK THE MOTHER FOR ANOTHER
TRUE COLORS
BE IT YELLOW, BLUE, OR GREEN
YOU CAN NEVER PAINT WHAT IS IN MY DREAM
RED, PURPLE, BLACK
YOU CAN SAY MANY WORDS AND DO MANY THINGS YOU CAN NEVER TAKE BACK
SILVER & GOLD
THIS IS GETTING OLD
HOW MANY LIES HAVE YOU TOLD?
THE HEART IS MY LEGAL TENDER
I'M RETURNING THIS BOUNCED CHECK TO THE SENDER
WHERE THE BLUR OF EMOTIONS SPILLS FORTH ACROSS MY SKY LIKE A
DYSFUNCTIONAL RAINBOW TO BECOME A BLINDING WHITE
I HAVE FINALLY SEEN THE LIGHT.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
CULTURAL DIVIDE
THE CULTURAL DIVIDE IS JUST A FORM OF IGNORANT PRIDE
IT RESIDES IN PEOPLE WHO HAVE ALWAYS HAD THE FREE RIDE
SLIP SLIDING AWAY ON THAT CLOUD OF DREAMS THAT ARE NEVER
MATURE ENOUGH TO MOVE FORWARD TO TEST THE WATERS OF DIVERSITY
DIVERSITY IS FREEDOM IN ALL ITS GLORY AND SPLENDOR WHERE YOUR
HEART AND THEIR HEART IS THE LEGAL TENDER
COME TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, OVER ME, OVER YOU, BROWN, YELLOW, GREEN, &
BLUE
SAIL THE DISTANT SEAS
CLIMB THE TALLEST TREES
IN THE END THERE IS NO DIVIDE FOR WE ARE ALL ONE AND ALL UNDER THE
ONE AND ONLY
CLOUD 9
LIVING ON CLOUD NINE
WITH THAT SUGAR SO REFINED
DOWN TO THAT PARTICLE OF ME
AND U SO CRYSTAL BLUE
WHERE EVERYTHING IS CLEAR AND NEAR
THEY SAY LOVE IS BLIND BUT I BELIEVE
IT CLOSES OUT EYES TO WHAT ISNT MEANT TO BE SEEN
BUT THE REALITY OF WHAT IS REALLY THERE
ON THOSE CLOUDS THAT WE FLOAT AND FLIT WHERE WE NEED THE AIR 2 LIVE
SO SWEET SO DIVINE THIS CLOUD OF MINE
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
A DREAM IS A WISH
A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES
WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP AND AWAKE
WHEN THERE IS SO MUCH AT STAKE
FLY ABOVE THE DRAMA WITH A FROWN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
WHO NOW IS THE SILLY CLOWN?
DOWN,DOWN,DOWN, THE HATERS WILL FALL LIKE THE DOMINOES ON THE
STAIRCASE PUSHED BY THE CHILD WITH NO PREJUDICE OR HATE
DREAM YOUR DREAM, LET IT FLOAT UP TO THE SKY EVER SO HIGH TO BE BY
GOD'S OWN EYE
A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES WHEN YOU ARE FAST ASLEEP AND YET
STILL AWAKE
POEM FROM A TRAIN
AS I SEE THE SCENERY PASS BY
NO TEARS SHALL I CRY
I WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE MEMORIES OF LAUGHTER AND NEAR STRIFE
RUNNING THROUGH THESE HEARTSTRINGS LIKE MY OWN LIL' SYMPHONY
TAKING ME MANY YEARS TO FINE TUNE IN THESE MONTHS OF JUNE AND JULY
AS THE SUNSET SINKS SLOWLY ON BY
BEAUTIFUL ORANGES AND RUSSET PINKS MAKES ME STOP AND THINK THIS
MAJESTY IS ALL GONE IN A BLINK OF AN EYE WITH THAT LIGHT BROWN SHADE
LOOKING OUT TOWARDS THE HORIZON AND MY GOALS
I SEE I AM ALWAYS MOVING FORWARD AND WILL ALWAYS BE HEADING HOME
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
ME & U
LAID BACK SLIGHT EYE CONTACT
BREEZING BY WITH A SMILE
STAY A WHILE
WRAPPED IN A HUG
LOVE IS MY DRUG
SWIRL MY HIPS
TO MY OWN DRUM BEAT
DROP IT DOWN AND BRING IT BACK
LOOK AGAIN FOR ANOTHER CHOICE EYE CONTACT
HERE IT IS AND THERE IT GOES
LIKE A BLOOMING OF A ROSE
A PICK OUT OF A BOUQUET OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND STILL
AS WE FIRE AT WILL
WE TALK MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING AND EVERYTHING IN THE SHORT SPACE OF
OF TIME WHERE EVERYTHING IS DIVINE.
TAKE MY HAND TO FEEL THE SPARKS THAT TRAVERSE THE TO OF HEARTS TONITE
TELL ME IT IS RIGHT.
I FEEL I HAVE KNOWN YOU ALL MY LIFE
DON;T LET GO OF MY HAND FOR WE NEED TO CONTINUE SOMEHOW....SOMEWHERE
....OVER THERE.....IN THAT CHAIR?
OOOHHH I DON'T CARE
JUST AS LONG AS YOU AND I ARE THERE AND NEVER JUST ANYWHERE.
HEELS OR FLATS?
DRESS UP DRESS DOWN
WHERE OH WHERE TO GO IN THIS TOWN
FEEL SOPHISTICATED AND CLASSY
FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ON THE CLOUDS
FEEL LIKE A WELL WORN PAIR OF JEANS
FEEL LIKE DANCIN' TO THE GOOD GROOVE OF A LOCAL BAND
SO HIGH ON LIVIN' LIFE
I AM SO GLAD THAT I TOOK THAT BITE
SO MANY TEXTURES WITH THEIR TASTES PLEASING MY SENSES
ALL LEADING TO THAT ALL SO REAL AND VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION
HEELS OR FLATS?
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
THE VOICE
THE VOICE I HEAR
TELLS ME TO KEEP GOING
EVEN THOUGH I FEAR
WHERE I WANT TO GO
HOWEVER FAST OR SLOW
ON YOUR OWN PACE IT SAYS
YOU CAN'T BE RUSHED
LEARNING THIS IS A MUST
PLEASE TRUST NEVER RUST
KEEP GROWING ON THE VINE
WE ALL GET BETTER WITH TIME
MAKE HAST AND NOT WASTE ALL YOUR GIFTS
LIVE IN THE PRESENT
YESTERDAY IS GONE FOREVER
TODAY IS HERE
THE VOICE TELLS ME TO LIVE LIKE I AM HERE
GOD IS GOOD GOD IS GREAT
I AM ACCEPTING OF MY FATE
WHATEVER IT MAY BE
THE VOICE WILL HELP ME SEE
FEELIN' JAZZY
THE JAZZ AGE IS SO CHILL
WITH THE COOL GUYS WHO HAVE THE SWAGGER OOZING OUT OF THEM AS THE
AS THE DRINKS ARE BEING CONTINUOUSLY POURED AND THE CIGARS LIT UP
SO SMOOTH AND CRISP LIKE A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL PAYIN' FOR THE ROUND OF
OF CROWN FOR THE GUYS AND DOLLS AS ELLA BELTS OUT A TUNE AND THE
GANGSTERS CLEAR OUT THE BACK ROOM
DOING THE CHARLESTON THEN KEEPING THE TIME WITH THE SHOW GALS @ THE
COTTON CLUB
THE GOOD OL' DAYS OF JAZZ SO SEXY AND SMOOTH FEELIN' THE GROOVE AS THE
SAXOPHONE WAILS THE FINAL NOTE TO BRING IT ON HOME.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
FAMILY TREE ROOTS
THE ROOTS OF A TREE ARE JUST LIKE A FAMILY
THEY ARE SO EXPANSIVE AND CAN BE TRACED BACK MANY GENERATIONS
THE STRENGTH DEPENDS ON HOW MANY ROOTS YOU HAVE TO SUPPORT THE
GIRTH OF YOU AND YOURS
THE MANY COLORS SHOW THE DIVERSITY OF PEOPLE IN TODAY'S FAMILY UNITS
AS WELL AS THE WARMTH OR THE DECAY
YOU CAN TELL HOW SICK A TREE IS BY THE LOOK OF IT MUCH THE SAME IN A
FAMILY
LEANIN' TO IT'S SIDE WITH NO PRIDE
A STIFF WIND CAN KNOCK IT DOWN LIKE A HOUSE OF CARDS .
STRENGTH, POSITIVITY, AND BEAUTY ARE GREAT TRAITS IN A TREE AND THE
FAMILY UNIT
NOT MINE, BUT THE DOCTOR IS ON THE WAY WITH THE NUTRIENTS AND WE SHALL
GROW STRAIGHT AGAIN.
THREE LIL' BIRDS
THREE LIL' BIRDS
ON MY WINDOWSILL
CHEEP CHEEP TWEET TWEET
SPEAK TO ME YOUR PHILOSOPHY
YOU FLY THRU THE AIR WITH NO CARE WAY UP THERE
SO EFFORTLESSLY
ON A BREEZE
PREACHIN' TO ME ABOUT HOW TO LET GO
HOW TO LIVE
EXPAND MY WINGS
FLY FAR AND HIGH
SO CAREFREE AM I
FEELIN' THE WIND IN MY HAIR
RAISIN' MY SPIRITS
SWEEPING ON DOWN TO THAT WINDOWSILL TO FINISH THE DAY
THANK YOU FOR THE LESSON OF LIFE AND FLIGHT
LIVE CAREFREE LIKE THE THREE LIL' BIRDS WHO MAKE LIFE WORTH THE FLIGHT
ARCHITECTURE OF A TIME
THE BUILDINGS OF OLD
SO MANY STORIES TO BE TOLD
THEY HAVE GREAT CHARACTER AND FLAIR
AS THEY STAND TALL AND PROUD IN THE SPRINGTIME AIR
WAS IT AN OLD BAR WITH A SEEDY PAST
OR A HOTEL THAT SOMEONE NEVER CAME TO REST
HISTORIES MYSTERIES FUEL THE FIRE
TO LEARN THE HOW, WHERE, AND WHY
DID THEY CRUMBLE AND DIE OR JUST HAUNTINGLY STAND
WHOSE GHOSTS HAUNT THE MOST AND WHO IS THE REAL HOST
THESE BUILDINGS TALK WITH THEIR BEAUTY AND STORIES OF PAST DOOMS &
GLORIES AS WE GLIDE THROUGH THE MANY ROOMS
SNEAKING A PEEK AT A TIME THAT TIME HAS FORGOT
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
MYSTERY OF HISTORY/ FOREVER FREE/ HEARTACHE
HISTORY IS A MYSTERY WAITING FOR ME TO UNCOVER LIKE A LOTUS GROWING IN
IN THE MUD.
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL AND SURPRISING NO MATTER WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCE.
I SOAR SO HIGH IN THE SKY ON THE WINGS OF MY DREAM COSTANTLY EVOLVING
TOO WHERE I ALWAYS KNEW I COULD BE IF I JUST BELIEVED IN ME FOREVER FREE.
SEARCHING FOR YOU
AROUND THAT CORNER
DOWN THAT BLOCK
FINALLY SEEING YOU
FEELING IT DEEP IN MY HEART LIKE A GLOCK
REFLECTIONS
Reflections in the mirror show us who we really are and who we are to become.
Stare into your own eyes you can see that spark that is your soul.
Let it radiate to your lips to let it escape in your smile that can light up any room.
Spreads to your fingertips and arms to embrace others to pass on the joy so your reflection can be
taken for what it is and paid forward.
THE MIGHTY WIND
The wind is a blowin'
With the people here have no clue of what to do
Do we huddle in groups of two or look for a warmer view
People watchin' people
Stride down the street
Gettin' a bite to eat
Not even caring about the homeless sleepin' on the cold concrete
Blowin' us here and there
We scurry along to look for more
For what can we see that we haven't really seen before
Same BS different wrapper
Oooh so pretty with the bling
They catch us in, Katching!
Tighten your hands around your cash
You never know when you can be out on your on the grass or chasing pavements like the homeless
you just passed by on the park bench
What's that stench?
The smell of corruption and greed
Take heed and don't let the wind take you wherever it blows.
Monday, February 10, 2014
WILDFLOWERS
It used to be me and you walking down the street feelin' the beat of our hearts skipping a beat.
Rat a tat tat.
Becoming one now we are dividing into two.
What are we supposed to do.
We are walkin' to the beat of a different drummer and the lead has left the band for another.
We set our sights so high to fall so hard on this cold concrete.
Rumble tumble tumble.
Screech crash
As the cars try to avoid our mess.
Clean this up before it is on the 6 o'clock on the dot.
Tick tock no more wasting time on my dime.
I will be fine.
For I see the path not yet taken and it is paved in wildflowers.
BEWARE THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Beware they say the devil wears Prada.
I say the devil comes in many labels and sizes with many vices.
You can find them at the Goodwill stores along with their second-rate whores, along with the angels side by
side as we smile down the aisles of health and beauty, or in the clothing department stores where our
sights are set on what isn't there yet as we reach to the heaven's for the newest inspiration for the next
season.
So, the devil doesn't always wear Prada, Gucci, or Dior.
It's whomever this metaphor fits for.
PLAYA'
Playa', Playa' beware.
When you look into my come hither stare.
Because I am a lady who is a pure woman to the core.
Who will make you want more and more.
All the others you used to see will all be a fading memory.
For I tame your wild inhibitions with my stable love.
You will think that I am sent from up above.
All those ways will vanish into the haze to spend the rest of our days together.
All played out.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
REALIZATION OF LOVE
Love Potion #9 so sweet so divine makes u soar up to that cloud 9 where you are blissfully unaware
of what is happening down there.
That is why they say love is blind where the heart confuses the mind over matter pitter patter be
still my beating heart I hope we never part.
So many things come into play and the gravity of reality takes effect and you are pulled by the
heartstrings back down to Earth like a bungee jumper at Niagra Falls when you finally realize
that you have fallen in love.
Friday, February 7, 2014
NICKEL & DIME
Spittin' this rhyme
It's on my dime
Whether your callin' me or not uo in here
I am so broke as a joke
I can't even be a Dollar Menunaire with that kind of flare
Wait!
Hold the pickles
I just found some nickles
Yes, I would like some fries with that as I contemplate what the heck I have just ate.
Oh, it's ok.
Next time a salad will be my biz.
Cause I am definetely lovin' it as I check my nickles and dimes and damn, not this time.
SINGSONG
Sing a song, spit a rhyme, whisper a prayer.
Here it comes in many layers.
The melody moves through me like the light bulb that lights continuously above my head.
Add a smile to stay awhile and go that extra mile beating down the path of enlightenment to
the one and only.
Do a turn, swing the hips, and dip like they do everywhere where nobody seems to care.
So the song in us determines our joys, pains, and loves.
The rhymes reminds us of the times and intelligence of a people.
The prayers help us to contain all of our emotions.
Sing a song, spit a rhyme, whisper a prayer,
Always takes me anywhere.
MEMORY LANE
Walkin' down memory lane brings me back to that plane of consiousness that I have almost forgotten.
Where a picture is worth a thousand words and a thousand words conjure up my dearest memories
that I have been chasing pavement to catch up to.
Back to the days of the hair spray and the music video veejay up all day and night going to school
lookin' a fright.
I wish I may I wish I might have a date with that cute boy tonight.
As the years pass and we get more class we raise our glass with no more pomp and circumstance as
when the fight song would blare at the Homecoming games.
Then we smile and say, remember when my friend when, haha, oh yes I do and didn't you...
Oh no you didn't just say that reminding me of an impossible dream that should be inspiring my
reality.
So today remember yesterday for the present is given to us freely and is up to us to cherish.
Throw that reciept away, for you can never give it back.
WHAT WORDS...
How do you say what you want to say when the words come out all wrong and you pray that the next
day there will come a way to say never again my friend from around the bend you cant mend
when you cant send a happy thought to whom you care for through that open door up to the next
floor can there be more there has to be or we will never see where we are supposed to be.
Please let us forgive and live and get like the beautiful bells.
What the hell is your problem man, come down off that high horse you rode in on and feed the need
for more with open arms and a open heart where that is a true art where you will never part ways
of the heart.
So how can I say stay and let it come what may as the tears dry upon our crystal clear eyes no more
lonely cries.
We pray to take each day as a new way to pray.
Lift up your voice and heart and say I came to say what I want to say and I promise you a new day.
SWEET HOT CANDY
Hot damn, u a fine man walkin in here with that smile and words that could melt into my soul.
We can be rollin' on down the river of love are u sure u are not sent from up above to give me love?
I am trippin' on the sweet honey that's drippin' from your lips like I've never been kissed and I wish
I may I wish I might have a quick lil' bite.
Ooohh child, where have you been all my life?
Probably a galaxy away like a Katy Perry scene in a dream on a cloud of pop and candy.
What's a gal to do with you?
Have any clue like Ms. Scarlett in the dining room with the revolver blasting forth with emotion as
powerful as potion.
Give me some of that suga magic like in the old days of glory and fire where you can consume my
desire.
It's getting hot in here and I have no water and I am parched.
I need a drink to think and relax because I am on a high that you can't buy.
Wake up u say.
It is all a dream playin' in my head because whomever this is isn't in my bed.
Throw back the covers to uncover the internal heat of want and lust.
No treatment tonight doc.
This fever will go down on it's own in time.
So as I lay me down to sleep I pray and pray that I meet you again here where the rooms have no
walls and emotions can flare up to there.
Remember me .
LYIN' EYES
Who's that bitch a layin' in my bed with her head I said?
I see the candles are all a lit for the night of what isn't right and I fight to say no way is she foulin'
up my bed with her lust in her eyes and your hidden alibis with those lyin' eyes.
I was a fool for loving you when i could have had someone better who treated me with the respect
that I deserve not the insights of a perve who wanted more ass than he could grasp.
Yes, that's right, I said it, she is a 2 and I am a 10 and I felt like kickin' your ass right then.
But I was shocked that you made room for her in that heart of coal and kicked me out like I was
the intruder and it was something that I stole.
Forget that?
It is NEVER forgettable, but forgivable to a point.
The point of no return for damn sure.
Do I love you?
Maybe a little.
Right now I would tread very softly.
For the trust is broken and can't be repaired, just like this relationship it has gone down the drain.
It's a train that kept rolling down the track stopping at Splittsville where I detoured to My Life.
I loved to love ya baby, but I can't hurt anymore.
Used to be my 10, but now I have faith no more.
And you, homewrecker, don't bother getting up to walk me out.
Bitch you can stay.
I am already well on my way.
Oh, before I forget, have a nice fuckin' day.
MI AMOR MI CORAZON
I lost something today where my heaven was residing.
My love was abiding there for all to share as I nurtured and nourished it with everything I had.
I can never get it back.
Please don't harbor ill feelings toward me as I live on without as the daily stresses mount.
I love you forever and always and that will never change.
Wish I could have changed the outcome but there was a different plan for me and you.
I will meet you again when it all comes to an end my beautiful angel where time where time will
never touch your magnificent beauty.
I adore you Mi Amor Mi Corazon.
I will my whole life.
I will always love you.
My Tristan.
REASON TO LIE FLAT
I have no reason to lie of why oh why would I slash your tires to expire your ride of new found pride.
Deep, deep, deep sleep, so deep that a creeper did creep with some intent to vent on your ill content.
God knows and God shows, it will not come to blows hopefully not this time.
For I am in a new state of mind.
Let it roll of my back with a whack whack paddy whack give this dog a bone I am never going to
condone because I am the beacon of positivity.
To whomever did it, Karma is a Bitch.
MY PERSONAL PRAYER
Someone is against me again with their suicide of brainwaves.
When will it end?
I can't be friend, it must be some sort foe.
That does not fit into my mental rolladex, what is next?
Lord help and save me.
I am above the the riff raff, the drunken crazed purple haze.
I am calm and know the difference between right and wrong.
When all is said and done, God, help me, please pray for me on bended knees with your eyes up to
the skies to connect with your beauty.
I need my sanity and they will get what is coming to them I am sure.
For now I am choosing to ignore and it is a constant chore.
All I can say is love and light and i know what is right.
PROMISES
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to let the chips fall where they may.
Onward and upward I say and pray a promise of a new day.
A day has gone, gone and done.
Where there is no one left to redo the bad things done.
A promise of a day a new way.
Some people say we are cray'.
But I don't look at it that way.
Onward the soldiers of love come.
Marching to your heart.
Never fall apart.
Have heart.
It's your start.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
LOVE
It is a gift from up above.
Like a flight of a dove.
Bringing the promise of a new life.
Where we have no seeming strife.
Where we are so blind to see the negativity.
I long for the days.
For when they come to me I will see through the impending haze where the blues and greys will transcend
to let the sunshine in.
The warmth of the sun is love, all consuming and empowering.
Oh, love to love ya, baby.
The birds will sing in perfect harmony and all will be right in the world.
My love is your love and we will fit like a glove and our souls meld together like the joining of intersecting
clouds.
As I watch the sky I see that dove fly by.
I smile because I am looking at love.
THANKFUL
As I open my eyes, I feel the sun's warmth reach across my body with a loving caress as I lay thinking of the
welcoming light of the new day.
That brilliant yellowy-gold with flecks of silver, what possibilites lies in those colors as I turn to look at my
well worn room.
I smile to think of the thought and lightly reach over to pet my cat who deliciously purrs his approval.
All is right in the world today.
Thank God I am alive and well to wake to this heavenly sight.
I look out the window at the expanse of mountains and trees and I am in awe.
A lump catches in my throat and I find it hard to suppress the tears because it is so beautiful.
The birds are happy, the air is clean, and I am here.
Happy.
Thankful.
UNTITLED
You have to regulate so you don't procrastinate on your feelings of rage says the sage.
Fly like a butterfly to the sky so high says I the sage of the post-rage let me out of my cage.
I am going to drop bombs of affection on this congregation.
So come one come all for this free for all, for united we stand, divided we fall.
THE BIG BAD WOLF
So who is afraid of the big bad wolf?
It depends on who it is?
To me the wolf is anything and everything that is not what it seems.
Even while we dream it is there to scare.
While we are aware we always get scared.
We know they are always there.
Lurking in the underbrush or in the corporate office.
We also find them in the common household and schoolyard.
How do we defend ourselves against such a foe?
We look inside ourselves and call upon our spirituality to see us to safety.
It makes it easier to see the flaws in the wolf's fur and we can tell who is friend or foe.
So ask yourself, are you afraid of the big bad wolf?
HOW DO I LOATHE THEE?
How do I loathe thee?
Let me count the ways.
Ten fathoms I wish I could push you into the murky depths of you rotten soul.
Nine leeches sucking my positivity adding fuel to the ever consuming fire.
Eight sacks of dime store candy stuck to my teeth that you gave me.
Seven cans of Mike's Hard Lemonade that you so love rolling around on the floor of your car.
Six violent shoves and kicks.
Five crazy looks.
Four "I wont do that anymore, I promise."
Three "That was not me."
Two "What'dya want me to do?"
One lonely, fucked-up stupid hoe packed and all ready to go.
MY WORDS
My words are flowing down the babbling creek so light and meek, like a mouse who's lookin' for something
to eat.
The colors of the blue, gray, and silver intertwine to make paragraphs form into the edges of the banks as i
scurry along gathering my strength.
It culminates to a resounding boom as my paragraphs become an intriguing plot and i finally reach my climax
as i tumble down, down, down over the jagged rocks to soldier on.
My words have taught me to sink or swim, so as i reach for the bank with waterlogged hands, I know that
my new words will make new memories as I pull myself up and out.
TRUE LOVE
Truly deeply we fall in love with the other.
What is true love someone asks?
Well, it is when you look at someone and not only see yourself, but life.
The convergence of 2 to 1 where none was before the door of many frogs or the so-called dogs.
The spark ignites and with it the internal mix tape of emotions to play out to death do us part.
Why so sad?
Be glad when the other passes on.
They lived because of you and you for them.
True love means to find the meaning in what is always there when you share.
Always be there.
In physical, metaphysical, and spiritual.
Until you meet again true friend of the heart.
We will never part.
True love is an ancient art.
INSPIRATION
I look around for an inspiration to write these words to you.
What inspires me might not inspire you.
Love, hate, trust, lust.
No ideas in this wanderlust.
What a bust!
Oh, look at me now...
I feel my aura getting bright and fizzy like the Fuzzy Navel and a Gin & Tonic I should not have drank too
fast the Saturday after last.
That's when it hits me.
You're straight up coffee.
I've got that cream and sugar to make that magic elixir to make the headaches go away of years gone past
with the tears that have dried on the cocktail napkin as I sharpen my pool game.
I am lookin' for inspiration in this game.
I trust that it is wack like the drunks tryin' to make eye contact.
I ain't havin' that.
I lust for the thrill of getting of getting out and having fun.
It's not about being trashy or flashy or even about sex.
I loathe that a woman is gets caught up in being labeled as that.
I love the fact that I can go anywhere and not care who is anywhere.
Because I am neither here nor there.
I am where I am because I am.
So my inspiration is Freedom.
The freedom to be, the freedom to speak, the freedom, to listen.
Be inspired. Be free.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
THE RED ROAD
My ancestors if they can talk to me would tell me to stay on the "Red Road."
Such a hard road to stay on with all the twists and turns and the myriad of colors that catches thine eye like
the dream catcher to keep out the bad spirits.
It is so easy to look at the purples and the greens when the red is straight ahead marking the true course.
We are a people who need to test everything even the roads we walk upon.
When we come to realize the road to take for some it might be to late.
For me, i hear their voices calling me loud and clear through every fiber of my being.
I don't even need my ears.
I feel the joy and i want to share this magical journey with all of you.
Search for me.
I have the slightly olive skin-tone and dark brown hair down to just about there.
Let's move forward on the "Red Road" we all call Life.
RAINDROPS
The rain falls like the pitter patter of children's feet as I lay down to sleep.
It is so comforting to hear that you almost want to go and play with them like it was yesteryear.
SNAP!
POP!
CRASH!
BOOM!
Back to reality.
2AM.
Got to go to work at 7.
Then you hear Mother Earth calling her children home but the battle wages on for hours until 6:30 thunders
by and the alarm gives no reprieve for the night of sleeplessness.
The new day has dawned with the children's tears not yet dried.
Can't go out and play.
Annette Radcliff
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