Sunday, February 1, 2009
The Death of Poetry
Never since the beginning of time has there been such silence
A spanning far reaching cry of nothingness that stretches long across infinity
A multitude of muteness to massive to consider
Sullen Saturninity spreading second by second until it can spread no further
A raucous of reticence that roars without remorse for the broken sound
Music lacking meter, melody, lyrics and refrain
Life lacking living, loving, losing, lust and pain
A screaming quiet begging to be heard, acknowledged or seen
Voicelessness vociferates and wails her bitter lament
Silence begets tolerance begets acceptance of time far spent
Friday, January 30, 2009
Your eyes
In your eyes there is a peace I don't understand
There's an ocean of tears with no ripple or wave
There is a strength I don't comprehend
And such a Silence, Quiet as the grave
In your eyes is intimidating stillness
A constant storm with no wind or sound
Endless motion yet no friction
Lightening strikes but does not touch down
So much to say, no way to say it
A melody no way to play it
Power beyond your wildest dreams
Trapped behind bars of memories
In your eyes lay promises broken
Bits and pieces of words unspoken
But more than those, lays quite serene
A level of you that's yet unseen
Stronger than your pain there's Joy
Future brighter than your past
Strength far greater than your weakness
Endurance far beyond your path
Beginnings wont compare to ends
Your journey is so far from through
A mighty fortress there you stand
Everyone sees it, everyone but you
In your eyes there is a peace I don't understand
And you wonder why I'm afraid to look?
There's an ocean of tears with no ripple or wave
There is a strength I don't comprehend
And such a Silence, Quiet as the grave
In your eyes is intimidating stillness
A constant storm with no wind or sound
Endless motion yet no friction
Lightening strikes but does not touch down
So much to say, no way to say it
A melody no way to play it
Power beyond your wildest dreams
Trapped behind bars of memories
In your eyes lay promises broken
Bits and pieces of words unspoken
But more than those, lays quite serene
A level of you that's yet unseen
Stronger than your pain there's Joy
Future brighter than your past
Strength far greater than your weakness
Endurance far beyond your path
Beginnings wont compare to ends
Your journey is so far from through
A mighty fortress there you stand
Everyone sees it, everyone but you
In your eyes there is a peace I don't understand
And you wonder why I'm afraid to look?
Musically Inclined
The man is a composer,
makes music with his touch
I've got a need for his melody,
His song gives me a rush
When he walks into the room,
I can feel the heat
'Cause he's about to put it down,
And I've got front row seats.
His hands to my neck,
Soft as the picolo
His lips they follow close behind,
Like 'welcome to the show'
He whisper harmonies to me,
His fingers in my hair.
"Tell me what it is you want"
Damn, do I hear music in the air?
He's got a perfect pitch
And his tone is so refined
Forgive me if I am a fan,
the man is musically inclined.
He holds me like I'm his guitar,
And knows how to strum my strings
Or like the grand piano
The way he tickles my ivories
My body moves to his music
like the waves within the seas.
No slowin' down, once he's warmed up
To lead his symphony.
His kisses smooth as alto sax,
The way they leave his lips.
They settle like the beat of the snare,
on my back, my neck, my hips.
His rythem is intoxicationg,
Damn if I can sit still.
Something about it is hypnotic,
Bends me to his will.
His lyric is amazing,
His ballad's so devine
A workman worthy of his hire,
The man is musically inclined
His sweet refrain wraps itself
Around my silhoette
And its somethin' like the rain,
because its bound to get you wet
If Darious is The blues in Nina's left thigh,
And the funk thats in her right,
Than he's the gospel in my mornng song
And the jazz that fills my night
I bet you think I'm trippin'.
Like he's got me out my mind
But I'm sorry yawl I can't help it,
The man is musically inclined
So dont mind if I pay extra
And get a backstage pass
But baby-boy plays that west coast swing
That makes you shake it fast.
Can't control myself around,
His beat, his song, his tone
Shake at the thought of his strokin' me
Like he strokes his trumbone
He plays me like he plays the keys,
And gives me all he has
Way too deep to be hip hop,
My papa is that jazz
Thats why I run the fan club,
He's got my soul entwined
There's nothing more that I can say,
The man is musically inclined.
Can a sistah get an encore?
makes music with his touch
I've got a need for his melody,
His song gives me a rush
When he walks into the room,
I can feel the heat
'Cause he's about to put it down,
And I've got front row seats.
His hands to my neck,
Soft as the picolo
His lips they follow close behind,
Like 'welcome to the show'
He whisper harmonies to me,
His fingers in my hair.
"Tell me what it is you want"
Damn, do I hear music in the air?
He's got a perfect pitch
And his tone is so refined
Forgive me if I am a fan,
the man is musically inclined.
He holds me like I'm his guitar,
And knows how to strum my strings
Or like the grand piano
The way he tickles my ivories
My body moves to his music
like the waves within the seas.
No slowin' down, once he's warmed up
To lead his symphony.
His kisses smooth as alto sax,
The way they leave his lips.
They settle like the beat of the snare,
on my back, my neck, my hips.
His rythem is intoxicationg,
Damn if I can sit still.
Something about it is hypnotic,
Bends me to his will.
His lyric is amazing,
His ballad's so devine
A workman worthy of his hire,
The man is musically inclined
His sweet refrain wraps itself
Around my silhoette
And its somethin' like the rain,
because its bound to get you wet
If Darious is The blues in Nina's left thigh,
And the funk thats in her right,
Than he's the gospel in my mornng song
And the jazz that fills my night
I bet you think I'm trippin'.
Like he's got me out my mind
But I'm sorry yawl I can't help it,
The man is musically inclined
So dont mind if I pay extra
And get a backstage pass
But baby-boy plays that west coast swing
That makes you shake it fast.
Can't control myself around,
His beat, his song, his tone
Shake at the thought of his strokin' me
Like he strokes his trumbone
He plays me like he plays the keys,
And gives me all he has
Way too deep to be hip hop,
My papa is that jazz
Thats why I run the fan club,
He's got my soul entwined
There's nothing more that I can say,
The man is musically inclined.
Can a sistah get an encore?
Poetry: Sweet Addiction
I close my eyes and feel you near me
I taste your presence on my lips
Your voice caresses my inner melody
I feel your rhythm in my hips
I taste your presence on my lips
Your hands watch me from across the room
I feel your rhythm in my hips
Don’t leave me now, it’s much too soon
Your hands watch me from across the room
Still you touch my insides deep
Don’t leave me now, it’s much too soon
All my secrets, yours to keep
Still you touch my insides deep
Teasing me with measured brisk
All my secrets yours to keep
Taunting them with accelerated tediousness
I taste your presence on my lips
Your voice caresses my inner melody
I feel your rhythm in my hips
I taste your presence on my lips
Your hands watch me from across the room
I feel your rhythm in my hips
Don’t leave me now, it’s much too soon
Your hands watch me from across the room
Still you touch my insides deep
Don’t leave me now, it’s much too soon
All my secrets, yours to keep
Still you touch my insides deep
Teasing me with measured brisk
All my secrets yours to keep
Taunting them with accelerated tediousness
Secret melody
He is my inner song, My secret melody
The tune that is whispered over the summer breeze
He hum of the hummingbirds, the rustling in the trees
The lapping of the ocean and the buzz thats in the bees
He is my inner song, My secret melody
Thought I was good before him? You ought to see me now
The pride thats in my step, the stature of my brow.
If it seems I'm arogant, this you must allow
He is my inner song, He is my soul somehow
Created in God's image, but fashioned to fit me
And no surprise, that in his eyes, Hope is all I see
I'm swinging on his base line, and dancing to his beat
He is my inner song, My inner Melody
Until the day he finds me, I'll keep tapping my feet
The tune that is whispered over the summer breeze
He hum of the hummingbirds, the rustling in the trees
The lapping of the ocean and the buzz thats in the bees
He is my inner song, My secret melody
Thought I was good before him? You ought to see me now
The pride thats in my step, the stature of my brow.
If it seems I'm arogant, this you must allow
He is my inner song, He is my soul somehow
Created in God's image, but fashioned to fit me
And no surprise, that in his eyes, Hope is all I see
I'm swinging on his base line, and dancing to his beat
He is my inner song, My inner Melody
Until the day he finds me, I'll keep tapping my feet
Memory
We met in a memory
Embraced in a dream
He held me in the passing
Of a warm summers breeze
We danced to a whisper
And moved into spring
Resided in our hopes
Made love in melodies
His eyes were so familiar
His presence just like home
But like the mist he's risen up
And like the past he's gone
Similar to the seasons
He's gone about his way
I just made him up
And even he wont stay
Embraced in a dream
He held me in the passing
Of a warm summers breeze
We danced to a whisper
And moved into spring
Resided in our hopes
Made love in melodies
His eyes were so familiar
His presence just like home
But like the mist he's risen up
And like the past he's gone
Similar to the seasons
He's gone about his way
I just made him up
And even he wont stay
Release Therapy
It's what you get when you put all nonsense aside
When you tune out every voice but your own and God's
When you focus on your focus and nobody else's
When you let people go who drain who you are
It's what happens when your're alone with your thoughts
And you know nobody sees you in a crowded room and its okay
The pressure you feel leave your chest when you exhale
Its that first thing in the morning smile
The feeling after finishing your last mile on the treadmill
What you get when you know you've made it
Its when you see him and its okay
How it feels when you learn to say no
When you do something exclusively for yourself
When you learn to give selflessly without giving yourself
How you feel when you reach a goal
Accomplishment
Developement
Enhancement
Release
When you tune out every voice but your own and God's
When you focus on your focus and nobody else's
When you let people go who drain who you are
It's what happens when your're alone with your thoughts
And you know nobody sees you in a crowded room and its okay
The pressure you feel leave your chest when you exhale
Its that first thing in the morning smile
The feeling after finishing your last mile on the treadmill
What you get when you know you've made it
Its when you see him and its okay
How it feels when you learn to say no
When you do something exclusively for yourself
When you learn to give selflessly without giving yourself
How you feel when you reach a goal
Accomplishment
Developement
Enhancement
Release
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