A Strange Day.
Silent and servile at being painted grey.
Cares not for You, or My feeling blue.
Being hurt itself.
Nothing seems right.
You taste different.
Let me close my eyes.
Imagination...a fool's paradise.
I bite into your lips to hear you make it real.
Scream for me.
Is it your blood I taste?
Or your venom.
With a soft tender loving kiss I apologize.
I taste blood, my own.
My reasons were honest.
You kissed me for revenge.
Now we both bleed in pain.
Look at you!
The most beautiful girl in the World.
Am so alive. This, is so real.
If you must accuse...
Cold. That was my first reaction.
My hands reached out for satin sheets
fell on crude sweaty cotton.
Stink of cheap filtered cigarettes
forced memory awake, as I fumbled at gaping buttons.
City lights feel like a stranger's hand
forced onto my touched skin. Contraband.
Restroom mirrors are always honest.
I loathe what you do, but shall not cry for you.
Ringless finger breathing
air damp and cold
after a hour of pleading
re-unites with gold
Weak conscious ashamed hurried I stride
dropping extra for the clerk in the lobby
who dutifully ignores me
..I hope he abhors me.
Who needs an excuse
when its trust that you abuse?
Home is where the heart is.
Home is where the start is.
Now on a soft bed,
playing along to please
a passion long dead.
.....
I awake and seek
cheap cigarettes that reek
sweat stained cotton sheet
bright lights with cruel intentions
Unfaithful you say?
Many thanks...
Now...
Fill in the blanks.
My hands reached out for satin sheets
fell on crude sweaty cotton.
Stink of cheap filtered cigarettes
forced memory awake, as I fumbled at gaping buttons.
City lights feel like a stranger's hand
forced onto my touched skin. Contraband.
Restroom mirrors are always honest.
I loathe what you do, but shall not cry for you.
Ringless finger breathing
air damp and cold
after a hour of pleading
re-unites with gold
Weak conscious ashamed hurried I stride
dropping extra for the clerk in the lobby
who dutifully ignores me
..I hope he abhors me.
Who needs an excuse
when its trust that you abuse?
Home is where the heart is.
Home is where the start is.
Now on a soft bed,
playing along to please
a passion long dead.
.....
I awake and seek
cheap cigarettes that reek
sweat stained cotton sheet
bright lights with cruel intentions
Unfaithful you say?
Many thanks...
Now...
Fill in the blanks.
A String Of Pearls...
On a night of frost and darkness in collusion,
frantic and blessed scream..
Childbirth, greeted the household.
A child was found amidst tears of confusion,
for her mother, the cauldron of this dream,
lay still, a picture of peaceful, cold.
She grew with toothless grin and charm,
questioning like the blinking eye,herself the teacher,
and as the years passed I was made pupil,
pounding my sensible thoughts,the diabolical preacher
I thought I knew Love,
I could not be further from the truth,
this feeling of watching her gracefully grow,
belittled ashamedly the feelings of my youth
She married wise and happiness knocked
once more,the household breathless in wait,
for my daughter had conceived a miracle
would another Angel be writ in our fate?
It seems my fortune is finely measured
it is writ my Love must solitary adorn,
my soulmate left for me a daughter treasured,
now my daughter leaves after a jewel is born
I wish I was a man again,
am just a spineless,story book,
I am weak, I creak, I speak in murmurs,
reading from my memory,to a child that looks,
like her mother with a mischievious brow,
I wish I could linger to see her grow..
to be taught anew,what is Love,once more.
frantic and blessed scream..
Childbirth, greeted the household.
A child was found amidst tears of confusion,
for her mother, the cauldron of this dream,
lay still, a picture of peaceful, cold.
She grew with toothless grin and charm,
questioning like the blinking eye,herself the teacher,
and as the years passed I was made pupil,
pounding my sensible thoughts,the diabolical preacher
I thought I knew Love,
I could not be further from the truth,
this feeling of watching her gracefully grow,
belittled ashamedly the feelings of my youth
She married wise and happiness knocked
once more,the household breathless in wait,
for my daughter had conceived a miracle
would another Angel be writ in our fate?
It seems my fortune is finely measured
it is writ my Love must solitary adorn,
my soulmate left for me a daughter treasured,
now my daughter leaves after a jewel is born
I wish I was a man again,
am just a spineless,story book,
I am weak, I creak, I speak in murmurs,
reading from my memory,to a child that looks,
like her mother with a mischievious brow,
I wish I could linger to see her grow..
to be taught anew,what is Love,once more.
Buffet
Flickering candles never reach freedom.
Yet for every flicker silenced
the wind plays rhyme
dancing on a chime.
Whose breath would you cease
if it fell on you to uncrease
pleated dreams you once saw,
if it were recommended by law..
would you stab?
You are inconsequential and naive.
You have never killed..
did the question never pose inviting?
or,
did the moment playfully mask its sighting?
You are a murderer born if there was one.
Why hide behind a conscience bare...
you will strike if only dared,
what is it that you call your job..a competition?!
Or, will you wet yourself
if the kill presented itself?
To make a life you have to take a life,
Oh! Am sorry, did my back hurt your knife?
Yet for every flicker silenced
the wind plays rhyme
dancing on a chime.
Whose breath would you cease
if it fell on you to uncrease
pleated dreams you once saw,
if it were recommended by law..
would you stab?
You are inconsequential and naive.
You have never killed..
did the question never pose inviting?
or,
did the moment playfully mask its sighting?
You are a murderer born if there was one.
Why hide behind a conscience bare...
you will strike if only dared,
what is it that you call your job..a competition?!
Or, will you wet yourself
if the kill presented itself?
To make a life you have to take a life,
Oh! Am sorry, did my back hurt your knife?
Cold Hearted..
Across the moors my eyes survey,
gathering night birds and o'wisps in my sight,
a breeze of chill upon my face,
rocks me, as lullaby, into the night.
I must wake,must unrest,
furtive in the night,she walks to me,
battling icy wind against her breast,
for each night,a lover she dares to be.
Tonight she plays me,burdens a wait,
Am innocent,yet prisoner,awaiting abuse,
be ambrosia or hemlock,I shall swallow bait,
departed when she,garland me a noose.
Creeps up to me frost,tips of each finger kissed,
feathered scavengers wait to see me bed,
I keep bartering breath for mouthed mist,
my life balanced on promises she said.
Sudden eclipse of moon shudders me awake,
Its not celestial but a heavenly body the same,
as she disrobes and asks that I take,
hunter is the hunted,longing to be tamed.
When night walks away,waking a yawning morn,
I must send her away too,for brute in me be reborn,
we both face scorching day,separated by mortal density,
to make dearer the prize,for wait resembles eternity.
gathering night birds and o'wisps in my sight,
a breeze of chill upon my face,
rocks me, as lullaby, into the night.
I must wake,must unrest,
furtive in the night,she walks to me,
battling icy wind against her breast,
for each night,a lover she dares to be.
Tonight she plays me,burdens a wait,
Am innocent,yet prisoner,awaiting abuse,
be ambrosia or hemlock,I shall swallow bait,
departed when she,garland me a noose.
Creeps up to me frost,tips of each finger kissed,
feathered scavengers wait to see me bed,
I keep bartering breath for mouthed mist,
my life balanced on promises she said.
Sudden eclipse of moon shudders me awake,
Its not celestial but a heavenly body the same,
as she disrobes and asks that I take,
hunter is the hunted,longing to be tamed.
When night walks away,waking a yawning morn,
I must send her away too,for brute in me be reborn,
we both face scorching day,separated by mortal density,
to make dearer the prize,for wait resembles eternity.
Rouge
The pictures of our wedding
still in colour, fresh in my mind,
cheerful raised voices and smiles,
the flowers that adorned our bed
and the gentle and soulful way you loved me.
It was autumn when the wind changed direction.
Nights became a blur of waking and watching
the minutes and hours merge to form daylight.
Sometimes your side of the bed was unused,
and sometimes you would be on my side,
a tender deed
replaced by a casual need
The first slap stung bad.
Now,its a welcome journey
into the reasons why I hate you.
A new rouge for my new bruise.
A new dress for his new muse.
'Does the pillow go over or under his head?'
It is always the kids that hold you back,
show you the freedom you lack,
the trials you endure
through the years to ensure
future is a proverbial 'bright'
I must again surrender to the night.
'Does the pillow go over or under his head?'
still in colour, fresh in my mind,
cheerful raised voices and smiles,
the flowers that adorned our bed
and the gentle and soulful way you loved me.
It was autumn when the wind changed direction.
Nights became a blur of waking and watching
the minutes and hours merge to form daylight.
Sometimes your side of the bed was unused,
and sometimes you would be on my side,
a tender deed
replaced by a casual need
The first slap stung bad.
Now,its a welcome journey
into the reasons why I hate you.
A new rouge for my new bruise.
A new dress for his new muse.
'Does the pillow go over or under his head?'
It is always the kids that hold you back,
show you the freedom you lack,
the trials you endure
through the years to ensure
future is a proverbial 'bright'
I must again surrender to the night.
'Does the pillow go over or under his head?'
Michael 'Moonwalker' Jackson...
After the curtain falls on stage,
sounds of the claps disappear,
the memories stay etched and fresh
and its the music that we hear
The single white glove stands out,
on your toes,standing a notch above,
the thrill of seeing your baby talk
the rush that carries your moonwalk
You rocked the beat with every rhyme,
from the famous 5 to being the single best
and if you ask,'do you remember the time?'
Yes,Mikey, for your fare has stood the test.
Shall we talk about the way you made us feel,
Shall we talk about the World you tried to Heal,
Shall we say it matters not - Black or white?
Tell us whether we need to see you in a different light...
But today you do not dance,
I see no white sock,
I see no twisted hat,
I see a kid with curly hair
I see a kid with an innocent smile..
MJ you are a Legend, a HISTORY not regret...
I see the Mikey that the World cant forget
( Here's to MJ..the kid who grew up with a lot of us..the guy whom everyone loved..
the only one we could listen to loudly when he came on the hated MTv..the one who's moonwalk we cud try n school and none wud dare laugh if we got it wrong...coz it was MJ..the one who sang the songs we wanted him to..
Bless you Mikey..and Thank you for the Music..)
sounds of the claps disappear,
the memories stay etched and fresh
and its the music that we hear
The single white glove stands out,
on your toes,standing a notch above,
the thrill of seeing your baby talk
the rush that carries your moonwalk
You rocked the beat with every rhyme,
from the famous 5 to being the single best
and if you ask,'do you remember the time?'
Yes,Mikey, for your fare has stood the test.
Shall we talk about the way you made us feel,
Shall we talk about the World you tried to Heal,
Shall we say it matters not - Black or white?
Tell us whether we need to see you in a different light...
But today you do not dance,
I see no white sock,
I see no twisted hat,
I see a kid with curly hair
I see a kid with an innocent smile..
MJ you are a Legend, a HISTORY not regret...
I see the Mikey that the World cant forget
( Here's to MJ..the kid who grew up with a lot of us..the guy whom everyone loved..
the only one we could listen to loudly when he came on the hated MTv..the one who's moonwalk we cud try n school and none wud dare laugh if we got it wrong...coz it was MJ..the one who sang the songs we wanted him to..
Bless you Mikey..and Thank you for the Music..)
It started with a Kiss...
Corner to corner,
end to end,
your lips seem an endless street,
A walk passionate I start
on the boulevard of an arrhythmic beat
a tune I play by heart
There was a secrecy in our breath,
a promise of unspoken bliss,
we chose to be lovers when we met,
for it started with a kiss
I should stop to ponder this madness of mind,
that barters sense for sensuality,
Must glance and search your twinkled eyes -
signs betraying love for lust and duality
Yet, I choose to be enslaved,
by this unquenched thirst,
and take you here and now
bowing to desires I place first
My hand is a tremor upon your waist,
as you linger I pull you close,
my mind pens tales prurient
while you balance on her toes
That was then,here today its dark,
for the sparks of lust fade fast,
I played a tune with unfaithful notes
when I knew the music wouldn't last
Only a fool could even doubt,
there is sincerity in a pouting mouth,
but the whim of morality is a treasure,
to be flirted by the lonely, in moments of leisure
end to end,
your lips seem an endless street,
A walk passionate I start
on the boulevard of an arrhythmic beat
a tune I play by heart
There was a secrecy in our breath,
a promise of unspoken bliss,
we chose to be lovers when we met,
for it started with a kiss
I should stop to ponder this madness of mind,
that barters sense for sensuality,
Must glance and search your twinkled eyes -
signs betraying love for lust and duality
Yet, I choose to be enslaved,
by this unquenched thirst,
and take you here and now
bowing to desires I place first
My hand is a tremor upon your waist,
as you linger I pull you close,
my mind pens tales prurient
while you balance on her toes
That was then,here today its dark,
for the sparks of lust fade fast,
I played a tune with unfaithful notes
when I knew the music wouldn't last
Only a fool could even doubt,
there is sincerity in a pouting mouth,
but the whim of morality is a treasure,
to be flirted by the lonely, in moments of leisure
Kashish
Between you and me...
What lies between you and me?
I watch in simple silence,
sparsely my heart whispers.
Your eyes catch me as I
move across the floor and lie...
on the wall...
to stare and hopelessly fall
...in Love with you.
In your eyes, a burning star fires
my youth to yearn,
my mind to desire,
and every breath I take and leave
disappear within the smile you weave
knowing your suggestive mind
Shall I hold out a Rose to you?
Kill it?
Shall I Kiss, as I long to do?
Will it,
Change the way you want me?
What lies between you and me?
A cold glass exterior.
And I shall never cross
for a real Kiss would be
turning you into a stone like me
What lies between you and me?
I watch in simple silence,
sparsely my heart whispers.
Your eyes catch me as I
move across the floor and lie...
on the wall...
to stare and hopelessly fall
...in Love with you.
In your eyes, a burning star fires
my youth to yearn,
my mind to desire,
and every breath I take and leave
disappear within the smile you weave
knowing your suggestive mind
Shall I hold out a Rose to you?
Kill it?
Shall I Kiss, as I long to do?
Will it,
Change the way you want me?
What lies between you and me?
A cold glass exterior.
And I shall never cross
for a real Kiss would be
turning you into a stone like me
Loose Change
With an easel the weasel walks in
grinning from ear to ear
clutched in his hand, contraband
his brush and heart insincere
Commotion is quick born for colour to sketch
emotion on the face of his targeted wretch
and promptly captures her emotional smudge
the paper cringes under his crafty drudge
Was there ever such an imposter
creating cherubins from a monster?
His mind plots bull's eye on another face
to judge her appetite and forge
twirls his noose and paints for her grace
food for the lonely to gorge
There is contempt hidden in his manner
loathes the crowd for it dances,
to a tune he plays for their secular pleasures
unknown to them, he laughs at their advances
grinning from ear to ear
clutched in his hand, contraband
his brush and heart insincere
Commotion is quick born for colour to sketch
emotion on the face of his targeted wretch
and promptly captures her emotional smudge
the paper cringes under his crafty drudge
Was there ever such an imposter
creating cherubins from a monster?
His mind plots bull's eye on another face
to judge her appetite and forge
twirls his noose and paints for her grace
food for the lonely to gorge
There is contempt hidden in his manner
loathes the crowd for it dances,
to a tune he plays for their secular pleasures
unknown to them, he laughs at their advances
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