Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Divine of all rhymes

This is the most divine of all rhymes
I am a spy
The challenge to see you I call in a shrug,
for the lust of making love
Have me at ease by your touch
Please pain let leave.... hush
Kiss me before death
I shiver in nervous breath, the thought if we haven't met
It trembles me in cold sweat ...Cannot think
Dream to see you wrapped in a coat of mink
Silent beauty, I cater to all needs of miss
So long has been since the last bliss
Lets celebrate then with teardrops & liquor shots
Lips kissed in cherry red, body dipped in butterscotch
While asleep your body I watch, for when you’re away
It has me in perspiring haunts
The picture of you I carry, only seems to taunt
Want to awake near thee. by...in divine surprise
Though I say im a spy, it is the purists of all rhymes

Most Divine of all rhymes

Kiss

The kiss....
lips of pure bliss
graceful mistress of my relieved stress
In beauty you are dressed
In enjoyable pain that I do not regret,
days of your walking steps
But you I do not, never forget
great enjoyment,
The sweat of our caress.
You are my muse
Driven words of abuse
that maim the pain when am only with you
you heal my wounds,
thorns from being born in Earths womb
So let it be, the kiss of sweet antiquity
Let it Cripple me, burn my flesh to the third degree!
Like your lips, makes me feverish,
When thy kiss on to me...breath!
During the season of the falling leave

heidi

Cold night, shiver at the winds breath
A restaurant seen in sight, both of our hands caress
We enter in, my eyes only on thee,
As we are seated
By the way, can we have 2 cofees?
One decaf, asking if she would want me to join me
To a midnight chat.
Yes my question answered
Follow me, we ride to the nite inn
My credit card was accepted, so in room 216 we enter in
Forgive me if I think some thoughts of sin
Ubnplugged the phone
Lay close to me, let me caress those shoulders
While you lay prone,
Believe me when I say “ I can do this all night long.”
Please let nothing go wrong
We lay in bed now kissing
Intrigue of great joy im driven
With my tongue, I wander your body,
Kissing, with every little measure not missing
Under this sensual linen,
The evening is greeted.
(For Heidi 12-23-2000)

love letter

I write her a love letter
knitted with my words of sway like a sweater
though he treats her better
It is shown; I am one not to forget her
The praise I unveil, and O' how she is revealed
Such beauty in its real
My senses have been killed, trapped emotion
staring at her in still
He drives her in his golden carriage
While no jewels or fortune are seen on me, it is apparent
He treats her better
As I without these words say I won’t ever forget her
Only wish I could tell her........
The vivid sight of our last night, guided me immoral
though it felt right
I pleaded the heavens, an begged she wouldn't tangle
with such an ungrateful menace,
Yet grief was my given penance
He wrapped her in a coat of mink
and dare gave me a wink, as he
displayed her as an ornament.
She rode away... away she gave me pain
sorrow engaged to my lament
Though this love I will cherish forever
I guess....He treats her better....

elegance

Im in love with you/ The pain of not being with you
Your talk of magnetic attraction
Frequent in a smile & laughter
How can I tell you this?
For a million dollars, I’ll pay just for a kiss
From the gold bronze tan color of your lips
Tell me why it never happened?
At night when I ride,
I search for you often
In watch for your seductive walk
Trying to listen hard to the sound of the most alluring talk
Clever you are with a sharp tongue
You give light to the sun
Want to be one
Without your presence my world seems blemished
I wish to give you all,
A woman with all the worlds elegance.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Guide for these eyes

Worries are created by those that don’t live
Don give in, or at sight you might witness end
…before a begin…
Time in my life I cannot comprehend
I depend only on my self
But at times, even myself is bad for health
Work wirth the cards that are dealt
In Pain, im a black belt
I see death and torture everyday, clock in to witness
And for this get paid
As an RN, Gaylord Fakker
To work with peoples pain and dismay
And was displayed the 6 month dead body of my son
To the sight , I was never trained
Adultery I was blamed, carry the burden of shame
But who is to blame?
The fatherless child?, the street guided individual
That depended on music for the guide
And still I know no right
But what is given to my eyes

Monday, July 7, 2008

This is dedicated to my old friends who moved on, passed on and get on:

Night is dark, all is silence
Can we relate, dont hate im honest
bring your worries an further more we escalate by our
stories. Knowing more than we should, were homeys
from the old hood, doing what was taught to be down,
get a clown, seeking strolling the town. I wasn't proud,
but I wont forget, what I left
We never found a pathway, you want a payday,
I want to be recognized because people like me need fame
to make a change. But will they change?
Living isn't what we yearn but earn
How my head spins an heart beats,
when will it end? And whats next to meet?
Darkness is a treat worth while. By this moonlight
I notice a smile.
All is sleeping, while im walking the streets tripping,
glancing up notice to the stars glitterring.
Everything that was taught I filtered in.

1996 WriTiNg