Inhaling everything about him
From his smile to his casual style
The way he looks at me while I sleep with those soft brown eyes
Dreams we together have come to share
Trinkets of hope as beautiful as the mornings sunrise
A life time in this life line
A moment caught with-in so many moments
In this time called his and mine
The little bunny lost- wandering, yearning for but sip of the honey
But seems it all gets twisted in the plot- greed, sex, money
And we come blow to blow
Fist where we once kissed
Looking back over this transcript trying to decode it
See what has been missed
Where did the plot change- when did the heart turn so cold
And how did the once vibrant soul...love..mate
Become so rotted out and old?
And where there was once splendor
We see the Tahj Mahal fold
Faded pictures- where colors once shone bold
Rips and tears at the seam unraveling the tapestry
Hastily trying to perserve this art...
Yet the only one holding the needle and thread....is me
Blurry vision while watching the essence slowly slip
 (wipe the tear away)
And regrets to the heart as the mind whispers
It's time to walk away

 

 

Kiss

Caught off guard by your gaze

That held me in captivity

The depth that I get lost in

Had found and captured me

And before I knew where I was going

He leaned in at the heated moment

Where lips met tongue met kiss

And pulled me in to passions torment

 

 

Kismet

During the time of much needed glimmer

Along came an answer from a long forgotten prayer,

While least expected it came in the most graceful way

Unimaginable the immeasurable

None to compare but perhaps to real to be true?

 

Murderer

How many times does a broken heart cry?

The same song that’s been sung one too many times before?

Giving the murderer his unappreciated alibi

The love inside so tainted with the hate because his heart so spoiled

Just won’t seem to participate

The hurt he causes wounds the spirit and rapes the soul

Grasps the life line of the heartbeat- and as all spins the emotions seems to lose control

His heartbeats soft because it seems to barely exist

Though she watches the crime in disgust

His call her heart can barely resist

What makes one happy has the same potent power to turn the heart bad

One moment she’s so happy the next she’s so sad

Complex thoughts weaving within

Has her confused whether her familiar be foe or friend

Despair seeping like the sap from the sycamore tree

Seems like all one could hope for

Becomes a distant memory

And the timing unreal

The timing so ill

But maybe it’s the answer from the prayer that would reveal

Suffocating on the distance

As the moments grow colder

The heartbeat grows slower

As he comes closer

And for the death who but self could she blame

For every time he came upon the jury

She herself cleared his name

 

 

 

 

I never imagined in a million years
That you would be the man to calm my heart and erase my fears
The way that I love you no other man ever will or has known
The way you look into my eyes with your sweet brown eyes...
Has every inch of my mind blown
My brown skin up against your sweet brown skin
You taking me higher on this ride
Again... and again
My sweetest temptation,
The source of my latest elevation
Sending me on this mental revelation
Releasing my hearts constipation
The key to my emancipation
The reason for my celebration
Taking away my ability for concentration
The father of my new nation
The man who has recongnized my station...
On God's sweet green place
The truth of his grace,
I find in the peace of your embrace
And loving you is like a journey
No longer a race...
As we slowly enjoy the pace
Of following our ordained destiny
Into his chosen place
As we climb together to excel
And fall before his face
My king, my lover, my love, my friend
My alpha and omega,
The testament to my new beginning
And heartache's end...
The everything
That leaves me to not want for anything,
But to only anticipate what our eternity will bring...

 

 

Somewhere

 Some where along the line
It seems we got lost in the bustle of every day life
And somehow found ourselves lost in the hustle

So like fish out of water in this new situation

It seems we struggle with great effort to breathe

 

We try to hold on to the essence of what we have come to know

But still the journey is long and hard and we find that we get lost...

So...

Damn you is what I really want to say

You know sometimes tell them all f-u (pardon my French)

And then walk away

Because this life to me is too precious, too much, so deep

And I find that I don't have time to play

The silly games of unmatured (yes unmatured) fools

Idiots if you ask me

But there are none so blind as those who will not see

 

I look around at the selfish, greedy, wastefulness of it all

And sadly shake my head as I contemplate what will be the downfall

My heart is full of love and it seems there is so much I truly would love to share

The journey that I traveled none to brief and a bit light for some but heavy for me…

 

She left me; yea she left me that day- gave me to him and soon enough walked away

He told me, yea he told me, that if she died it was my fault, all for the missing letter A

But he damaged me; he damaged me more than he will ever know

Because the pride I hold inside refuses that I should let it show

His love he failed to give- told me it would never be me

A thing a father might never say to his firstborn lady

There seemed to be none that I could ever hate more than I hated he

But along came the busy bee

He fooled me, he tricked me

And soon after I perceived it was time I conceived

And happiness turned to bitterness and the struggle ensued

Pieces of the puzzle now seemingly a bit unglued

Fast forward and then the tears for the life extinguished which was lived unnoticed

The sickness of the parody almost made me put them all on notice

Then she came and almost stayed until she cut me too

To tell the truth she literally cut the picture into two

He came and he played but got caught up in the ecstasy

Ran away so that he might live the fantasy

So she swallowed the pills when she could no longer fathom living so ill

The burn marks across the naive heart still so fresh the blisters had not the time to heal

But the medicine in the pills cured the broken soul

She stepped back in the world with new found control

 

No time for the hey girl, aye girl, sexy girl

Needing so much more

Than to be simply wined and dined

And bedded like a whore

With so much left to give so that mistakes are not made twice

Focused on so much more than vows and rice

But on buying back the lives before we pay the price

 

The Other Night
It seems like just the other day since I have seen your smiling face
And now it feels I'm drifting through and things are some what out of place
He asked me when was the last time I sat down and cried
I simply smiled because any words spoken and I would have lied
Because the truth seemed too precious and near to share
Even though I know his teasing words were said with care
Because truth be told I sat and cried just the other day
And spoke the unspoken words to air because you were not here to stay
Stared at the photo's in the book
Smiled at the sweet silly way you use to look
Wonder why my life has fallen this way sometime
Why you were given to me but yet never mine
I wonder if you knew how much I loved you so
Wish I could have whispered sweet good-bye as you started to go
But baby boy you're gone now I know to a better place
And I race to lay my head at night so that I might see your face

 

 

Too Little Too Late

I wonder why it took so long to say words much needed to hear

How could one so selfishly save the thoughts the heart would hold so dear

But perhaps the fault is but ones own

Still the bitter irony- how could it be known?

Too little too late?

This is the turn of the fate

Or perhaps there is much more divinity

That only in time we will see

I guess it would be too much to ask from me

When there could be no promise…yet if it were meant to be…

But …still…

One must honor position while pondering on what is real

And the heart is confused by the mind on what it really does feel

So all we can do is carry on and see what the future holds still…

 

 

Wondering
Wondering if just for a moment a moment was all it was
Wondering if a moment was all it was- could you leave it at just a moment?
What if a moment was just not enough- and enough was more than a moment?
Could you take the minute and leave it there
Walk away as if you didn't care?
Because a moment is not ever lasting- so hardly could it matter
But that would be a silly lie
Perhaps just for one's own ego to flatter?
But what if you had just a moment to make a choice
To which priority would you give what voice?
If in that moment there lay not depth at all
Then would there be a reason to make such a serious call?
Living in the moment has been the past down fall
But perhaps the moment just is- and maybe not a choice after all...