I realized very long ago
That skin is just that -
Skin.
Those that I've touched
Were all unique,
Yet somehow still akin.
A tender fragile covering,
That comes in many colours.
A thin cosmetic outer film,
That makes us hate our brothers.
Yet underneath we're all the same,
Part of the human race.
But the hue and shade of our membrane,
Can prevent a warm embrace.
If we could see past the presence,
Or lack of melanin.
You'd realize just as I did
That skin is just that -
Skin.
Faulty Recollection
It lingers on my memory's edge,
Is it
Susan-
Mary-
Jane?
Illusive as the very air,
Everywhere and still not there.
I should know it but daring to ask,
Would add fuel to a flame,
For though her body pleased me so,
I cannot recall her name.
Her taste, her touch, her moans, her sighs,
Resides in my retention.
My adventure 'tween her tender thighs,
Brought complete satisfaction .
But when by chance I met her,
Far from my silken linen.
I just could not remember then,
If she was
Grace-
or Eve-
Or Ellen.
It touched my tongue just at the edge,
But not enough for me to say.
My face turned twenty shades of red,
Was this
Cathy-
Lisa-
Or Faye?
As waves of shame swept over me,
I searched my mind in vain.
I remembered every ecstasy,
Everything-
Except her name.
Is it
Susan-
Mary-
Jane?
Illusive as the very air,
Everywhere and still not there.
I should know it but daring to ask,
Would add fuel to a flame,
For though her body pleased me so,
I cannot recall her name.
Her taste, her touch, her moans, her sighs,
Resides in my retention.
My adventure 'tween her tender thighs,
Brought complete satisfaction .
But when by chance I met her,
Far from my silken linen.
I just could not remember then,
If she was
Grace-
or Eve-
Or Ellen.
It touched my tongue just at the edge,
But not enough for me to say.
My face turned twenty shades of red,
Was this
Cathy-
Lisa-
Or Faye?
As waves of shame swept over me,
I searched my mind in vain.
I remembered every ecstasy,
Everything-
Except her name.
Time Heals All Wounds
I Know,
Yes,
It's ironic.
Love is doomed to fail.
The God of love's intentions,
Are all to no avail.
So if Cupid's arrow strikes you,
In daylight or in moon.
Don't panic, just remember,
Time will heal the wound.
Yes,
It's ironic.
Love is doomed to fail.
The God of love's intentions,
Are all to no avail.
So if Cupid's arrow strikes you,
In daylight or in moon.
Don't panic, just remember,
Time will heal the wound.
Where was God?
Where was God when my son died,
An angry mother cried.
The same place he was,
Came the reply,
When his was crucified.
An angry mother cried.
The same place he was,
Came the reply,
When his was crucified.
Creator
Any fool who looks at art,
Knows that there's a painter.
The coloured canvas represents,
Hours of someone's labour.
Yet learned men whose heads are filled,
With so much education.
Deny the existence of God,
While they marvel at creation.
Knows that there's a painter.
The coloured canvas represents,
Hours of someone's labour.
Yet learned men whose heads are filled,
With so much education.
Deny the existence of God,
While they marvel at creation.
Fish and Fowl
She is a fish I am a fowl,
And we love each other so.
But I can't breathe in water,
And where I fly she cannot go.
I spread my wings out everyday,
To soar above the sea.
And watch in melancholy,
As she looks back up at me.
And so we'll dance this sad ballet,
Forever she and I.
Because for us to be together,
One of us must die.
And we love each other so.
But I can't breathe in water,
And where I fly she cannot go.
I spread my wings out everyday,
To soar above the sea.
And watch in melancholy,
As she looks back up at me.
And so we'll dance this sad ballet,
Forever she and I.
Because for us to be together,
One of us must die.
Over the Edge
It's very hard to come back,
When you've gone over the edge
Of anger and frustration,
After so much has been said.
Unkind words flee from your lips,
Like convicts in a jailbreak.
When you least expect they make the slip,
And causes someone's heart to ache.
Try as you may to make it right,
It sits between you like a wedge.
Because it's very hard to come back
When you've gone over the edge.
When you've gone over the edge
Of anger and frustration,
After so much has been said.
Unkind words flee from your lips,
Like convicts in a jailbreak.
When you least expect they make the slip,
And causes someone's heart to ache.
Try as you may to make it right,
It sits between you like a wedge.
Because it's very hard to come back
When you've gone over the edge.
The Road to Hell
Many men have walked this road,
And returned without their soul.
Their hearts as hard as tempered steel,
And darker than charcoal.
They started yes, with hearts as bright
As gems held up to light,
And vowed to fight with all their might,
To set perceived wrongs right.
Their intents are now asphalt,
On Beelzebub's highway.
The good in them makes way for sins,
As they're led further away.
Very few of them look back,
To see just how far they've gone.
Along the wide path that surely,
Leads to their destruction.
A few fall early on the way,
And end up truly blessed.
They escaped the hell bound journey,
And died a hero's death.
Those who survive the journey,
Will never be the same.
What should have brought them glory,
Ends up a walk of shame.
And returned without their soul.
Their hearts as hard as tempered steel,
And darker than charcoal.
They started yes, with hearts as bright
As gems held up to light,
And vowed to fight with all their might,
To set perceived wrongs right.
Their intents are now asphalt,
On Beelzebub's highway.
The good in them makes way for sins,
As they're led further away.
Very few of them look back,
To see just how far they've gone.
Along the wide path that surely,
Leads to their destruction.
A few fall early on the way,
And end up truly blessed.
They escaped the hell bound journey,
And died a hero's death.
Those who survive the journey,
Will never be the same.
What should have brought them glory,
Ends up a walk of shame.
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