Poetri

Of your you

05.15.08 - 06:00am

how strange and innocent to suddenly become aware
delight in your tired tenderness
touched by accident
overwhelmed by a rush of want and wonder
curious about each petal of your flower
opened to reveal the scent of its beautiful color
if you choose to let him go

how that wickedness smiles smoothly
offering warm soothing whispers
cultivating the affection of attention
with its simple articulation
make believing innocent
while sowing doom

where are you
having so easily forgotten me
eyes given to an illusion
instead of my reality
where are you
that you can speak without accountability
lost in the denial of your forsaken responsibility
my hope and trust forfeit

forfeit for time
to fertilize the seeds of vanity
to now learn of blessings
and reap with work what
life was and is meant to be
when you come back to me

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The Sweetest Taboo

05.07.08 - 09:48pm

I love you
But to love you more than anything
Isn’t love at all
But the utmost betrayal

To confess
You mean the world to me
May raise an eyebrow
Up in heaven

Such a beautiful terrible thing
Nobody deserves to be loved that way
It crosses the line
It is taboo

To sell your soul for love
May make you figure on immunity
But the price you pay
Is worse than hell

To sell your soul for love
Is the most disgusting vanity
Not love at all
But a ruse

Such a terrible beautiful thing
Nobody deserves to be loved that way
It crosses the line
It is taboo

Never forget who you are
Because once you give it away
There is nothing left
To love

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Summer dream

05.06.08 - 11:24pm

I’ve inhaled my eyes
Falling into myself
Into a blanket of warm memory,
Things I want to be and a future reality
Life to be – a dream
A summer dream

You don’t dream when I touch you
Lay your face in the palm of my hand
And let yourself go
Resting in the sails of my mind
Floating on silken thoughts
Pulled across your heart
Like a summer breeze

Close your eyes to become awake
And see fireflies in the air
While sipping wine in the evening light
Welcoming the depth of my eyes
To pull you into colors and feelings you’ve never seen before
Starbursts tingling at the end of every hair

With a deep breath, drink in the soft night
Catch the sun fire glowing against the blue

Bathe in the sun of my affection
Where every whisper tickles your ears
And you giggle, cringing in the unbearable delight of my champagne
Wanting to expose your vulnerability
To feel my warm kisses on your smooth skin

Love laid like dawn upon you
Fingertips tracing your imagination
Lips gently looking for yours
Gently looking for mine

Shamelessly naked in your desire
Free to be filled
To dive from such heights into a sky turned upside down
Caught by the blush of heaven
Jewels neither stars nor fireflies
But the diamond light of love sparkling within your mind

And in between the warm folds of each velvety breeze
The waves of your breathless desire push and pull in rhythm
Ribbons of fire
Reflections of your star shine
Dancing in the waters of my shore

Leaving lasting impressions in silhouette
The light everywhere, blinding me
Blinding you
Walking away, searching for me
Turn around
Open your eyes
I am
Here

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To touch yours now

04.30.08 - 02:51pm

An old blind mother
Carried for many years
A terrible hurt in her heart

Her daughter removed
From her trembling hands
Given up in hope’s black art

The emptiness burned
And many a night
Sleep refused to come

Then when her eyes failed
From crying them out
To the void she did succumb

Then in the dark the doorbell rang
Answering a decades long prayer
When she opened up her front door
Her daughter was standing there

The child she’d never seen grow up
The girl she’d never known
Was now a woman full of questions
Standing before her

Tears came to the old blind woman’s eyes
As she explained her reasons why
The fear that she had made a mistake
The pain that came from knowing too late

How she prayed everyday
For her daughter to forgive her
How she hoped against hope
For her daughter to find her

The daughter came closer
For the old blind mother to see her
And the way the old woman’s hands touched her long lost daughter’s face
Is how I want to touch yours now…

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The world must suffer

04.28.08 - 05:54pm

Eve looked away in the sky
and wanted to fly
watching a bird
fly in the sun

Adam thought she was beautiful
the look in her eyes
as she dreamed the impossible

So he followed her
as she chased a dream
leaving behind all the things
he was meant to do

A whisper
asked her why she couldn’t have it all
the fire of pride started raging inside
she smiled
Adam was mesmerized
and kissed her
so she could open his eyes

Eve, filled with hope looked around
each color she found
she couldn’t tell if it was richer or the same
and as she tried to find the difference
between then and now
Adam felt his foundation trembling
and bowed

Hearing his conscience out loud

Where, where are you now
where should you have been
why did you leave that which you knew

Eve, for the sake of his sin
didn’t blame it on him
but for Adam there was no excuse

For the rest of his days
he crushed all her dreams
and buried his head in the earth

The fire
chased them from paradise
they never went back
cause they never could look at each other

And that is why
the world must suffer

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Of that she was sure

04.22.08 - 10:26pm

He was on fire
She thought it was just some poetry
Flames scathed his insides
She said he should take two aspirin and go to sleep
He cut himself balling up his fists from the pain
She said it was too much for her to deal with
So she walked away

Because she could not believe
That love would do this to him
Or that the pain on his face
In his voice
Was somehow because of her

Of that she was sure

And he scrollered, why won’t you listen to me
As his blood thickened within his veins
And he scrollered, what the fuck
Unable to make his brain articulate

He started a whisper
Voice leaded with mud and strained intentions
Then she interrupted
Defending herself by stepping on his head
Pushing him down
And he broke his neck with civility
But she wasn’t watching
Too busy offended by all of the mess he made
His blood gushing, the anguish in his words

Because she could not believe
That love would do this to him
Or that the pain on his face
In his voice
Was somehow because of her

Of that she was sure

And he scrollered, why won’t you listen to me
As she mopped the floor, blind to his wounds
And he scrollered, what the fuck
Unable to make his brain articulate

And he begged her, gasping for air
As she clothed herself untouched, austere
And he begged her, gasping for air
And she told him to lower his voice
Told him he made too much noise
Told him that he was too heavy to listen to
While he drowned

And when the sun came up again
Bird songs replaced his gurgling heart
And when the sun came up again
She wore a black dress with a yellow flower
And said
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Everything living has to die

And smiled at the heavens
Thankful for the blessing
Thankful for the dressing
Thankful for the slaughter that made it
Possible

And as his soul was licked by hell
In a turbulent wind weighed down
By a broken heart
He cried out again, letting it go

And the last thing he saw
Just before the light erased his mind
Was her moving on
As if nothing happened

Because she could not believe
That love would do this to him
Or that the pain on his face
In his voice
Was somehow because of her

Of that she was sure

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Booty-call babies

04.20.08 - 01:59pm

life has never meant anything to them
no one wanted them in the first place
bye products of flesh addicts
jacked off in this condom of waste

contained within classrooms
blocked into their hoods
picked on by political policies good
for nothing
maintaining the status quo

how small the cage
wherein they must grow

when they do wrong
the world comes to judge
blaming, expecting, but offering little

the critics are bankrupt
children still starve
their hearts and their minds, society’s spittle

booty-call babies
bruised fruit left to spoil
held in contempt and pity
social boils

to be lanced, drained
dried up, sanitized

these offspring of
impoverished minds

elephants taught to be self confined
lions tamed to sheath their minds

slaves to the rhythms of routines man made
booty-call babies - angry and afraid

left to themselves to discover their path
children of history’s aftermath

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