Angel
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A book of poems that consist of life and how I depict it.
Naughty & Nice
A book of poems
Content
The Best gift ever
Black Rain
The Coast
A night out
When Evening Falls
Seven Veils
A book of Secrets
My choice is you
I still love you
You are so beautiful to me
Love?
Interracial Love
Colour Blind
Christmas is we ting
My mother
The caress
The games we play
Smooth Operator
Heated moment
It's not taboo anymore
The bonfire
Sometimes when it rains
A cry for the broken hearted
Trail of Tears
The Promise
The Faithful Promises Made
Unfaithful
Dinner Time
The master and The Man
The Typical Woman
The woman's hips
So broad and full
Sways from side to side
Not even a skirt can hide its fullness
Hips expanded with knowing signs
Child bearing hips some will say
Others, hips to attract the man of her dreams
All we can tell is, those hips don't lie
They tell the truth
And have a story of its own
Breast so full
Two hands are needed to grasp its fullness
Mountainous mounds that protrudes
Through fabric and her body
All shapes and sizes, the woman's breast is there to be admired
Don't ever make the mistake of touching without consent
She slaps your wrist and reprimands you with such authority
But with consent she eagerly awaits your caress
And enjoys your roaming hands
Coarse hands that massage your back, she has
Tell-tale signs of hard work,
Nimble and deft they are, doing daily chores
All in her stead has been touched by them
So beautiful yet sturdy
The stories that unfold by glancing at her hands
Leaves you sad but comforting
The hands of an angel that was placed on earth
For your comfort and guidance
Soft smooth skin
Different colours
Bronze, copper, golden and even alabaster
Shivers from a touch
Or ages over a period of time
Wrinkles can be seen which reflects her growth
Her maturity, her adulthood, her trials and tribulations
Yet you can never tell just by looking
Without touching her soft skin the years are unknown to man.
Her body well rounded.
Curves that reminds you of a long winding road
Contours, and contracts in places that only men can know.
Responds to a single touch
A body which is open but not to all in its sight
Always seeing the end but yet wanting more
Leaves others in wonder at the movement
The gracefulness
The flow
The grooves
The haughty nature that it can produce
There is a line awaiting fulfillment
A line of men trying to understand the reason why they are in need of her touch
Even wanting her taste
The typical woman being who me is
Typically.
The Best gift ever
A lovely 'thank you' note was attached,
To the breath-taking bouquet received,
Admirers flocked and their whispers joined,
Some in awe, others a bit peeved.
Chocolates! Yummy! Delish and sweet,
Were shared to some not all,
Flowers, smelled like heaven, what a lovely treat,
As they bask in a victory so small.
Compliments given to the receiver,
Envious of their gift, the whole 'lot',
A nod, a smile, a few they snicker,
For never a gesture like that they got.
Unknown to passers-by,
For they were not aware,
That the gift sent, was a lie,
The origin was right there.
Black rain
There is something different about the bath tonight
Leaving a burst of gloom and coldness
Enveloping my thoughts
Breaking into the silence
Slapping at the skin
Eating away at the wall
Shattering the ambience
Leaving behind a flood of emotions
Do not bother to find a silhouette
The mere whisper of what was
The presence of what used to be
Just as it was known
Just as easily it has become unknown
Another object not to be desired
Never hated always wanted
Thank you oh sweet wonder
So porous and deflecting
Harmful to possessions, useful to us
Dark and hard you crashed
Freeing us of debris and strife
Thank you Black Rain.
The coast
Standing at the edge
Looking at the crashing waves
The white foam leaving a residue
Making a statement that there was more
The deep greens and dark blues mixing
Slamming on the solid rocks
Roughly slapping at the coast
Hitting you in the core
A miniscule ray of light
Gently brushing against your mien
Tilted chin towards the heavens
Always pointing in the right direction
The wind beating against the hair
Wrapping around the face
Some even getting in your eye
Hands making the corrections
Seagulls, ducks and other birds
Circling, swooping and chirping
Perching on the almond tree or other shrubs
Welcoming you to their play-ground
Salt in the air, sand in your feet
Water that's cool and calming
Sand-castles, spades and buckets
A day at the coast, we are bound.
A night out
The air so thin
Permeating with smoke
And still there are smiles.
Talking, shuffling, and music
Volume high, voices loud
And still there are smiles
The beers, the baileys, the rum
The alcohol mixed with good friends
All of them to keep the smiles
Dancing, moving to the rhythm
Hips swaying, heads bopping
With the smiles
Eyes burning from lack of ventilation
Chest tightening, deep breaths taken
With all of this there are still smiles
A night out with the best of companionship
Equals fun and laughter and smiles
When evening falls
I never knew you could do what you did
Never in a millions years would I think to see
You right next me
The reds and orange touching my face
As I bask in your glow.
I never knew you could leave your throne
Walking away from your space
I was not aware
That you could discard your crown of glory
Your dark green and gold mixing together
Showing me the last glimpse of light
But now you are nearer to my heart beat
When did you do this?
Better yet, how did you do this?
Walk away from your life, your world
And enter mine. In all of your splendor
At least I can get a better view
Of your soul, your heart and just might be able to touch you
Thank you for your present
I opened it with bated breath
And loved it with all my being
Now I must leave you, just for a while
And turn my attention to your brother the night
I hope he doesn't fall…. Like you did
Seven veils
You stripped me of my skin
Left me naked from within
Removing the layers that I had
Leaving me lonely, feeling sad
My pride was first, with my head held high
With one wave it was gone, you did not deny
That all in its place you left for me
Was being distraught and in humility
Even my confidence you took away
Leaving me open, on display
Shy I became not having a voice
All because of you, my heart my choice
Slowly they left, one after the other
My courage was next, for you it didn't matter
As I became scared to venture in places
Not wanting to meet or greet new faces
Honesty was gone, lies took their spot
Faith another one, now I was looking at doubt
By now I knew that my strength had left
Weak I became. No more nimble no more deft
Last but not least was the one I fought for my life
Love was taken and in its place a knife
Killing the heart made of gold
Hate made itself happy, now my heart is cold
I am open, naked free, on display
You took me apart, a little every day
Now the world is gazing upon me
Thanks to you, I am not in bondage, but free!
A book of secrets
Silently.
I peruse your thoughts with a flutter in my heart
Never knew your words can create a new path,
For us to take. Now I know
The words are there for me to read.
Quietly.
I examine your words, hoping to hear
What you are saying, now I know you care
Enough for us to be apart
I am thinking of ways to take heed.
Noiselessly.
Under the covers I take it all in
Perking my ears up, not wanting to hear a pin
Drop. Which would make me be aware
Of your movements toward me.
Soundlessly.
I steal this moment to learn your ways
I am mesmerized by the thoughts filling the days
It hits me confusing my thoughts of you
So bold, so wild. Who would have known, so free.
Tranquility.
Lost I am as my eyes peruse the page
Slowly does it subside, my rage
And just as I took it and read and wondered
Secretly I store it safe, in its place.
My choice is you
I shudder with just the image
The imprint in my mind, has me running
For the hills
The opposite direction
My defenses have been battered
Looking in from the outside
Hoping it is real
Thinking about yesterday
The emotions
The walls have been shattered
I want to breathe
I want to exhale
Do not want to sigh
Just looking for relief
This too shall pass my way
Throat clogged and I gasp
A cry for help, A scream
Can I ask for a touch?
I try to reach but,
Listless, here I lay
The gates are open
The rain pours and floods the dams
Where should I turn?
The arms have escaped me
And I am left in the dark
My eyes search furtively
Looking for the tunnel
The light
The stop sign
For you have left your mark
No sign of the end is near
You have given and easily taken
Now I wait
Hands folded
Listening for your voice
I can hear the pin drop
The ringing in my ear
I feel the silence
I answer but I hear nothing
You became my choice
I still love you
Heart pounding and knees weak
When the voice spoke to me
Tears spilling and hands tremble
When the baritone said hi!
Can this be Mr. Big?
Or is this Mr. T?
Should I dare say it... Are you Mr. Big T?
Hoping my voice doesn't squeak
As I count in my head to calm my glee
Holding on, trying not to fumble
Thinking to myself 'Now I can die!'
Feelings rushing, flowing, streaming
Calmly replying.
Answering.
Questioning.
I can even smell you
Mr. Isy Myaki!
Mr. Wings!
Mr. You!
I pinched myself. Just to make sure it was real
I touched myself just to find out if it's your voice or the heat
But it was both
His voice brought on the heat!
Can you tell me how something like this can happen?
After so many years just a voice can awaken…..
Desire,
Excitement,
Fire,
Enticement.
Just for information sake, you have made your mark
AGAIN!
You have created the flow of blood throughout my veins,
And now I need to quench my thirst.
Can you help me?
Because I still love you.
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful to me
Like the rain on the road after days of sun
Like a bath after you took a long run
Like splashing in the water and having clean fun
Like walking hand in hand with my handsome son.
You are so beautiful to me
Like watching the birth of your daughter
Like holding their hands that are ever so softer
Like sharing a joke and hearing true laughter
Like a parched throat that's quenched by ice cold water
You are so beautiful to me
Like watching my favourite sport on the telly
Like meeting my friends to relax and party
Like kissing soft lips while saying "I love thee"
Like watching you brush away your hair so you can see
How beautiful you are to me.
Love?
I have fallen in love with the most unlikely suspect
I don't think it's the hurting type love
I don't believe it's the love where you will do anything for this person
Its more of the love that you would like to get to know another human being
The love where you want to understand more about another person
The love where you need to see if touching them is worth the feeling you have encountered
Is not the love of the physical person?
Its not about the mental features
Its more of what is in-store
The love of what is to come
The love of knowing that this is new and more is needed
Wanted
Yearned for
Is this love?
Interracial Love
Black on black, white on white,
Black on white, Mixed colour,
Who gives a damn the pigmentation, the rules and regulations.
We are one.
One soul, One body, One heart that pumps the same colour.
Blood.
Red.
We all have veins and see with our eyes.
So what is the hating about?
What is the hating about?
When we lay together, hands and body in unison, can you tell my colour?
My creed? My race?
If I kiss you with your eyes closed, and touch you in the dark,
Can you say, that's a white man's touch?
Or a black man's lips?
Never, for there is no colour when we look at each other.
When we cry, or eventually die, it was never because of the skin difference.
For nowhere does it say that the colour depicts your rights to be together.
Forever!
So with my eyes, covered from the hate,
I love you, black, white, all creed and equal race
Colour Blind
I am black but I love just the same
She is white and she is mine
Together, we both play that game
Of 'Love is colour blind'
She lifts me up when I am down
Cradles my head when I'm blue
I help her smile when I see a frown
What we have is true
Why do people watch and stare?
Point at us while we walk
Hand in hand without no fear
But our love they find to talk
We don't have anything to hide
These boundaries we shall break
We'll kiss and walk side by side
What we have isn't fake
Let them point, say hurtful things
They may feel we give a damn
For when our love has grown its wings
They will no its colour blind
Christmas is we ting
Christmas is we thing
With all the ham, pastel, chicken, pork, turkey
IS food in all its glory.
People rushing about buying gifts
For friends family and a few others
Some would be grateful, a few won't even bother.
Christmas is we ting!
With the lights, curtains and carpet, all new
Moving, pushing, cleaning. OH! The things we do.
The buying and vendors selling
Clothes, dolls, perfumes not forgetting Santa in the mall
children crying because they don't know him at all
Christmas, is we thing.
Chilling by the neighbor sipping on a beer
This is the way we spread our Christmas cheer.
Hellos and howdy's in abundance
Even from strangers are welcome with a warm greeting
But come next year the thought will be fleeting.
Yes, Christmas is we thing
But we always forget the reason we celebrate
Like we are here because of fate?
No my dear for I truly believe
A baby was born on this special day
we use to prance get drunk and play
So while Christmas is we thing
Take a moment of silence for the reason
We can enjoy festivities during this season
Show love and kindness
Not just to those who are dear
But also to those we may not know and are here.
My mother
Yuh no de oman who living near by dee stand-pipe?
Yes, dee one by de chinee man who have dee parlour.
Who daughter married tanty Edna sister son.
No, dee son who does play big-shot cos he driving car fuh Mr. White.
Dee man who own dee clothes shop down Water Bay
Near dee fancy hotel where Mama Jo does sell dee sweets.
Dee same sweets we does buy when we going fuh drive down South Kelly Road
By Tanty Beryl who always have ponch-ah-creme when we visit
And yuh know how we like tuh drink dat no matter the time of year.
Well anyway, yuh no de oman I talking 'bout?
Well she is meh mother.
The caress
His strokes were all consuming
I didn't believe it was real
As he slipped his fingers in areas
Unknown to many, I squeal
Delightful sounds I uttered to him
Whilst getting lost in his gaze
With each touch of his hands
I felt like I was in a daze
He whispered in my ear
"You are my true lover"
Lips on my lips
And his tongue caressing all over
Grasping at my mounds
And dipping into my secret places
Tingling sensations I would feel
As my mind and heart races
Screaming and writhing
Even if we are in the rain
I would scream his name aloud
Both with joys of pleasure and pain.
He ignited the flames
For I felt the heat in my thighs
His movements so fluid,
Words couldn't express so I filled it with my sighs
I reveled in his hands
Roving along my skin
He always found my secret code
Never leaving me lost within
With his feathered touch
And trembling hands
He explored my deepest secrets
My body, my soul, my lands
Never rushing the expanse that is his
I succumb my body as his gift
Never taking my eyes off his focused face
Deeply he plunged inside my inner rift
While feeling him in me
I wanted a taste
I asked him to come
And he did in a haste
Bringing his tool to my mouth
For added pleasure
I swallowed what he spat
For that was my desire
To consume everything he had
And everything he gave
Leaving him spent,
Knowing he has lived.
The games we play
Let's play chess you say, I reply with a yes
I didn't know the rules
I wasn't aware of the pawns
Thinking it would be fun and without stress
You made the first move and gave an explanation
I asked what I can do
Where do I go first
You tell me and I don't think twice of your intention
I move where you say, not questioning your teaching
Just as one of your pawns
I close my eyes
And listen to your preaching
Believing your words, Never glanced to my side
Walking hand in hand
With you on my mind
Having nothing to hide
You forgot to tell me about the laws
Those that say I can' move in certain directions
In certain places
Now I am seeing the flaws
But that is not a problem, I am cool
I believe in your lesson
Without a doubt in my mind
I would have never thought you to take me for a fool
But a ride I did take
Unknown to me you had other plans
Voiced your decision
Now I see you are a fake
You think you have won this game that we played
But I see the true you
You have gotten the check not the mate
And now I can see as the dust has been settled
Smooth operator
Hey Mr. Smooth
Did you know you are satisfying to me?
You have smiled at me AGAIN
Now the ice have melted and I am open
No shield, No guards, Nothing
Hey Mr. Smooth
You glistened for me
Can you remember showing me your length?
Ridged
Tilting
Manly
Hey Mr. Smooth
Have you stopped pulsing?
Remember the pushing?
Yes, you found your target Mr. Smooth
Always hitting the mark
Hitting the right place
Intense
Breaking out in a sweat
You are still Mr. Smooth
Heated moment
Take your finger and gently rub my temple
Yes that is it
Slow in clockwise circular motions
Do you feel that tension?
It has been building for a couple days now
No massages needed today.
Just your touch
Please be rough, because I can't wait
I cannot be built up more than I am
Touch my breast
My thighs
My calves
Don't head to the sweetness
Just let me purr with your touch
Your fingers
Your hands
Is it soft?
Don't worry I want to be ignited
To become aflame
To be all fired up and waiting with bated breath
I want to be panting
Screaming for more
Aching for more and not getting it
I want to hear your voice, in a whisper
'Is that what you wanted?'
'Is that what you needed?'
Is that the spots u want my hands to rove over?'
I want to writhe under your hands
Press me breasts on your chest and feel the vibrations.
Would you let me?
It's not taboo anymore
Its the forbidden.
The thinkable but not the voiced.
The unforgiven.
Yet here I am making it known to others that there is the underworld.
The world where freedom reigns.
Where acceptance is felt.
Where I can hold love kiss in the sun and there is no contempt.
No nose being turned up at me.
No fingers pointing.
I can hold your hand in comfort
I can feed you from my plate
I can smile with you and show the world that you are mine
But it's sad I can only do this in the underworld
Don't worry. There is still time
Time to change their minds
Thos who stare
Those who whisper
Those who read from the good book and snicker saying our love is wrong and evil
There is still time to show that we are good
We are human
We have feelings
And our love is not wrong or taboo but natural just like yours.
The bonfire
Tailor made clothes
Draped on your body
Hanes underwear
Those are quite lovely.
Adidas, Puma, Converse, Nike
In order of size, and those well liked
Jeans that fit perfect
All in the closet
Colour coded and stacked
Laid out on racks
Acceptance was given of my small invitation
Kissed and made up with renewed intentions
Holding hands, walking, we did retire
Making our way to The Bonfire
Sixty-two inches of Flat screen plasma
Every night we viewed it in wonder
Play station three (3), oh the games that was played
Black-berry smart-phone with a three inch display
Digital Camera we used many nights
New names found in your contact
Invitation sent and there was acceptance
Kissed and made up with renewed insistence
Roasted marshmallows by the cozy fire
Curled up together near The bonfire.
New upholstery with a fresh coat of paint
Chrome rims, new tires. It just had to be fate
Sitting on 'dubs' admiring the work
A red underwear and that's all it took
Invitation sent and acceptance given
Kissed and made up, again this was done
A drive we took, as a unit. Forever!
Then settled relaxing by The bonfire.
Burnt out car with clothes scattered on the ground
Broken Black-berry, while walking we found
Slowly the pieces were coming together
The marshmallows, the snuggles near The bonfire!
Sometimes when it rains
Sometimes when it rains I smile and wonder
The marvel of water pouring from the sky.
The drops on my face, cooling the heat.
Filling puddles, lakes and streams.
Sometimes when it rains the sky is so dark.
Gray and gloomy is the weather outside
Sitting in my chair I view the world
Through the window of life as it gleams.
Sometimes when it rains I wonder how it feels
Slithering on my skin, so cold
As I shiver in the downpour out on the lawn
Clothes drenched as I danced swayed and moved.
Sometimes when it rains the air is cleaned
So crisp and fresh it becomes
Permeating the ground, the soil the earth
Oh, this mystery must be solved
But alas when it rains all i can do
Is watch from a distance so sad
That while I see others bathing and singing
My heart can only join the freedom I view
My chair prevents me to join in the laughter
Outside in the showers so pure
For I cannot move my feet or my legs
To run with my friends for they are few.
A cry for the broken hearted
Doctor I need a new one
Yes I do
Use your scalpel
You have no clue
What was done to me.
The night before
I got a pain
A shot, a twinge, it hurt
Plus I dealt with the rain
It was blinding. I could not see
Take your knife doctor
That I can deal with
Just cut it out
This hurt is no myth
They did me wrong then flee
I want to feel what you are doing
Do not give me any drug
I feel the hole doctor
The emptiness someone dug
The hole is as big as the sea
Just rip it out
Take it out of me please
Maybe then I would be calm
I would feel some ease
I can't live with an 'us' or 'we'
I am a singular, just like cheese
I stand alone today
When the doctor takes it out
Maybe then I would see my way
And the hold you had would never be.
Trail of Tears
IS this your path? Your way? Your world?
Leaving a trail behind you for me to follow?
You think for one minute, for one minute I would succumb?
To this, entity, this 'usual occurrence?"
Sorry mate this is a different person
A different being
I watched your path
When you left, each of them shed tears
For you?
For the love they thought was in you?
Not I, not this strong independent woman.
I shall not enter this pact and bellow out
Cry for the love you never gave
For the words you said but in your heart you were... dead!
I shall not follow in any other footsteps but create my own path
Establish my own house
Succumb not to your in-advancement but follow another, not liquid
But a tangible experience I shall have
So welcome to the 'Ice Age"!
The new trail that shall be followed.
No more water like rivers.
Creating a puddle big enough to bathe.
No more space to swim to get to the other shore.
A safe haven.
Enter the crumbs. My crumbs.
Like Hansel and Gretchen I'm leaving a tangible experience for your new exploits to follow.
Enjoy it. Love it.
Revel in the stony path for this is what the future holds
The promise
You gave me this dagger as a token of your appreciation
Slitting my throat in ecstasy
With each stab to the back
I receive with love from you
This was your promise.
With this knife you swore to use it when you believed it was right
You pledged to plunge it in my side
For my life force to flow
So you can know
This feeling is pure and true
Another promise to me.
With this scalpel I felt the pain
Of knowing the cut you place on my skin
As you penetrate my exterior
With this sharp instrument
To remind me that I can be hurt
Whenever the feeling becomes unbearable.
A promise you made.
With this razor I brush it against my wrist
Feeling the tingle and rush of emotions
Silently I drift to sleep
Unknowing to my surroundings
Then you find me with your words
I betrayed you for I did what you said you would
Now there is no promise.
The faithful promises made
Promises were never meant to be broken
Yet we see people doing it each day
They are there to make us feel safer
As we traverse this land so free and gay
But there are those who prefer to hurt and cause pain
Ripping apart with un-kept expectations
For once you snuggled in comfort to what is said
Un-done vows show up as reflections
Our word is bond and evaluates the loyalty
That makes us true, consistent and reliable
To those around us who we place trust in
On their words that are deem believable
The faithful man is to be trusted
To give honesty and the truth
But finding such a person is hard in this world
Where doubt and unbelief is becoming the root.
Unfaithful
Most of you may know about this
When the other woman calls
She gives you the impression she's the best
Flawless makeup, best body and all
Your mobile rings with your favourite song
On the other end you are surprise
It's an explanation so long
"That's my man, stay away from him!
You better watch your back!"
In disbelief you listen well
Putting your emotions intact.
But after the initial shock of abuse
Being hurled your way,
You cut her off with a commanding tone,
So she will listen to what you have to say.
"Do you know he has a child; a home a dental plan
And my name are on every form?
If he dies right now, God forbid
I would reap the benefits, 'Tis the norm"
Back and forth this 'tete-a-tete'
Went on for a couple minutes more,
Then reality stepped in that it's not her fault
Someone I trusted ducked out the door.
So I rushed her off the phone
With a "Holla at your boy girl"
Then planned my vengeance on the one
Who expletives I wanted to hurl.
He walked into our sanctuary
Smiling to me with ease,
Unknown to him my anger
I would be venting to feel appeased.
I cursed, I scream, I yelled and cried
To this man I thought I knew
Betrayal, mistrust and hurt for what was done
Abusive words I did spew.
I asked simply about the life we chose
Thinking we did together
He could not give me a clear reason
He just could not answer.
So I slapped and kicked, threw dishes at him
Not caring about his pain
My thoughts were to kill, to show him his death
To slaughter and to slain
This was wrong, you duped me
For all this time
Making me think life was fun
That everything was grand
But another has tasted
The sweetness I used to savour,
Exploring your body.
Someone else knows your flavor.
All I am asking is just for a reason
You crept out the back
And done this treason
No matter what has been done
My trust won't ever be bought
For you lied and deceived
So deal with your distraught.
Dinner Time
Ah supper, my favourite part of the day
I always want the meaty part
The fleshy part
The yummy part
The part that I can just savour
The sweetness.
Ah dinner, the time of day I look forward to
Breaking bread with others
Ripping into meat
Tearing it away from the bones
Tender sirloin
Ribs and all.
Ah the evening meal, taken just before night time
Just before the darkness hits
Just before your eyes get heavy
Lids are not able to be held up
And that is what I like the most
When you are too tired to move.
Ah the late meal, I sit at my table awaiting the delicacy
Of meat so tender
So soft
So supple
So ripe for the plucking
You enter the dining hall eager to taste my wares
While I am eager to place you in my mouth.
The Master and The Man
With a whip in hand he peruse the land
Sporting a scowl with wrinkled forehead.
Distinguished is he, dressed to the tee
Overseer of man and the cotton bed.
Up and down, he walks with no sound
Just a shuffling is all he makes
Of aged feet, the moment passing so fleet
Making sure his money they don't take.
An order he bellowed, men cowered in his shadow
For the whip they don't want to feel.
His words is enough, so stern and gruff
To ensure that
His subjects would kneel.
But in the middle, one man played his fiddle
Marching to his very own beat.
Knowing that his world would end with one word
Was not enough to turn up the heat.
He respected his master, not as a father
But one who helps him provide,
For his family you see, for they look to him for tea
And whom he looks after and guide.
One day on the field, the master noticed he did not yield
To a command so proud and true,
Lifted his whip swung from his hips
And it landed making his back turn blue.
The man knew in his heart, ways he had to part
From his master whose whip he felt,
Before a knife was snuck, in his heart stuck
To show master the true hand he dealt.
So in the quiet of night, the man left which took all his might
Leaving his family behind.
Years later he became someone with fame
Returned with his vengeance in mind.
My Number is one
One. That is my number.
But they don't believe that one is still a number
Or even my number
So I'll say it again with some more confidence,
My number is one!
Yet,
I'm sitting in this room looking at these people, looking at me
Trying to understand how one turned into a plural
How one could be three
My one is twelve, is twenty, its one hundred and then thousands.
When did one become judgmental?
Or a word to instigate and antagonize.
How could one have me clothed in white with a probe?
Or drips
Or reaching out for health tips
Just my one.
Singular.
Number one said it will be fun, great, fantastic,
And it was for that moment.
We laughed held hands and did what I thought was being faithful
My one and only became twenty and only as I lay my head to rest.
I gave up on one
My body couldn't handle one no more
No more coughing for me.
No more spilt blood.
No more drips or people giving tips
Just the sadness of the fact that only one can have me embalmed,
My lonesome one has me watching eternity,
While my one has become another one
And still I am left with just one.
Where am I?
I hear your breathing
I feel it on my neck
It permeates the silence
Leaves me lost and alone
I feel your hands
Its cold on my arm
As you guide my steps
To beyond and unknown
Your legs brush against mine
Your skin is all scales
Flesh that peels and I wonder
If this is my fate
The air is different here
Its musty and bores into ur nose
I feel it crawling over my skin
Thinking, this is a party I should get to late
You show me the fun, the dance
But I do not understand Why?
Why everyone is moving slow
Faces turned down and eyes glassy
Looking around I see familiarity
Persons that was known to me
But where are the smiles, the jovial?
All in my vision seems horrid and nasty
My search for the yellows and greens not blues
Is futile and frustrating and without fruit
With my eyes and my hands I try to grasp
The reality of my situation... I am lost in the underworld
Caretaker of the night
"That's my bread girl", she replied with a smile
"My bread and butter and the sequins that I sport"
Strutting her stuff with bag in hand,
Stopping a moment to fix her skirt so short
Six inches of pleather,
Reaching above the knees,
Foundation and powder gracing her face
A little can be seen on her baby-tees
"I only smile with sports cars
and BMWs alike
Those share their wealth easily
and don't think of me as a little tike"
"I may be young
But I have what every woman got
Juices flowing in the right places
And a fever that leaves me feeling hot"
Wondering to myself,
How can someone like their work?
That keeps them out at night
Meeting many a jerk
But there she was
Showing her asset
While men watch her
Drooling like an open faucet
Well-spoken
And in a nonchalant voice
She simply said,
"It was never my choice"
As her father had showed her
The world since she was three
And mom was busy
Playing with her rocks and tree
An only child
With interaction so seldom
Her first thought was to be queen
Of her very own kingdom
So at nights
When all is bleak and cold
She searches each face
For warm hands to hold
Because she knows
That after they taste and had their fill
While her father took it for free,
They don't leave without paying her bill.
The aged tireless wizard
A pinch of salt
A wing from a bat
... What am I missing today?
A frogs leg
An eye of newt
I mix my broth and then I say
The enchanted words that was taught
To me by one who name I say not
my broth it boils and bubbles and spew
all on the ground, but what can i do
Than add a couple more items to my concoction
hoping I remember the reason for the potion
Yes! The dragons eggs, the spider's legs
are needed for this lovely keg
of mastery and skillful elixir
my hands doth turn and churn this mixture
But wait what is this for? What is the reason?
For this brew. It must be in season.
My memory fails, my thoughts are a storm
Its muffled and blurry and still I try to conform
The possibilities of what I am doing
The reality of my situation
I get another glimpse of the purpose
So I search through my elements and make another choice
The words evade me again and again
Each hurdle I cross I have to refrain
From repeating the phrase, the enchanted, the magical
As this tired magician gives up his vial