Portrait

He walked into the club and there she stood

Her back to him beauty etched in every inch

A portrait to be painted

A song to be harmonized

Poetry of loveliness

His emotions he tried to conceal

Never before had he witness such sensuality

All he wanted to do was touch her

To see if she was real

He imagined his hands on her body

Lips tasting the sweetness of her core

Fantasies danced before his eyes

Becoming bold he took a step towards her

Started to reach a hand out to touch her

His vision of exquisiteness

Utopia standing there for him

To possess

With a change of mind he let his

Hand fall back to his side

Fearing he wasn't worthy of this goddess

He turned and walked away

Never seeing her face

But the portrait of her

Always remained in his mind

Chasing Paper Airplanes

I sit I watch waiting for the chance to catch whispers

Floating in the air

Sky azure white clouds dance between the sun and earth

Days shorten still I sit I watch

Making wishes futile if I’m to believe

Happiness is just a dream

Catch a falling tear drop on fingertip

I sit I watch

Breathe in breathe out

In the light of day things are clear

Gaze up at the heavens

Wondering if God really does exist

Say a prayer if He does maybe He will hear

Retrace my thoughts

I sit I watch

A little girl lost

A young woman found

A bitter pill goes down with a spoon of honey

Is life on a merry go round?

Spinning to infinity

I sit I watch

Finality to a days end

Chasing paper airplanes

The Idea of You

It’s not you that I miss

Not your smell or your scent

It isn’t even your presence

There’s just something that keeps the idea of you alive

For good or bad haven’t quite fished through that one yet

Still the memories float around in my mind

Ideas of what I wished you to be yet you were

Never meant to be

Sunset walks along the shore climb Mt. Everest

Swim the Atlantic Ocean

Ideas only formulated in my dreams

Steamy sweat soaked sheets

Hands roaming over my body

Ideas of a lover who knew how to make

Love and receive it back

Desire so strong I smelled it

Before I caught a whiff of you

Ideas of only what I hoped to form

Into reality stay hidden in the idea of you

Adios

No tears fall from eyes

No sad reflection of what could have been

Memories dashed to stone

Old songs don’t evoke passion

Life has a new clarity didn’t see before

Hidden behind closed metaphors

Strength from within replaced weakness

Sins washed away being born again

Hate waste of energy replaced with positivity

Tomorrow ushers in new beginnings

Yesterday vanished in the rain

Future I can say adios to pain

Adios to emotional hell

Adios to spirit weary and trodden under

Adios to the prison cell

Created by a demented warden  

Adios, adios, adios, adios

The Other Woman

She knocked at the door standing there big as life

Looked into the eyes of her competition

Smiled sweetly knowing the sins she committed

Would soon be answered

Hands on her ample hips

Her lips dripping with revulsion

Singing a song of the love for this man

Tears begin to run rivers down her face

Pleading for his release

Begging so earnestly

Passionate speech came forth out of desperation

Her love for him was her poison

Held prisoner she kept him safely tucked

Away in her heart

She continued to implore, “Let him go he’s not yours”

Staring back into her eyes only emotion

To surface was sorrow

“Look lady you’re the fifth one today to stop by

Apparently he’s not yours either”

With that the door was slammed in her face

A few minutes later came another knock

Different woman same scenario

Escape

 

 I wish I could disappear 

 Erase all memories of myself 

Become an apparition 

 To hunt those who’ve 

Brought me pain 

Escape from troubles that brew

 In discontent my heart bleeds

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Caress the Night Farewell

Caress the night farewell

As we breathlessly

Await morning’s tear drops

Kissing the equable earth

Suns nimble rays dances across

Azure sky

On the horizon nature’s beauty

Breathes in contentment to thy soul

A painted portrait created by God’s

Own hands renders a picture of

Stillness