Long Ago

  Long ago I seen this poem that had a story of a man that was too far gone it went some like he was so far out in the water that he was not waiving but drowning, first I didn’t understand what it meant but years later I wound come to understand just what it means.

The day I realize what it meant it was me that was not waiving but drowning in my sorrows of a hand that was dealt to me for reason that til today is unknown but they say that God only gives you what you can handle we must have two different points of view.

One night in the heat of rage I went out and I hung myself my husband pulled me down and brought me back to life “what a bold statement.”

I didn’t realize all that had happened to me and still today do not remember everything but what I do know is that not realizing just how far out I was not waiving but drowning in the yesterdays of my life not seeing the hopes that was right here today.

Now I view things just a little bit different yes I still wallow in my sorrow but I try to get it out sooner then later because hanging from that rope was no joke.

Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters –
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling – wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound
– Yet the player wasn’t there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening: Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.

Then a climax –
Writhing passion cutting deep –
Wounding macho flesh,

And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.

The Encounter

  I seldom spent my time taking fragments from my past,
But, solely her face appears from a string of cast;
I met her in the most unusual trend,
This is somewhat, how it happened.There was an hour before dark,
I was prepared for my mother’s cocoa phonic bitter bark;
I wondered if that woman would shower a hint of mercy,
In a June evening, in a deserted alley;
I caught over ridden taxi,
In a great haste, I sat unnoticed who was behind me,
A demigoddess, gossiping and giggling gracefully;
Through the rear mirror,
I piously gazed at her;
She had the prettiest teary eyes,
Of what I would consider, ideal size.
She had a pair of the rosiest cheek,
Her hair was charcoal black and sleek,
Like a warriors blade under the moon;
Her voice the singing nightingales in June,
Her giggle, Beethoven’s melody in its finest tune.
I speculated if she noticed me,
I softened, why would she;
Did her teary eyes stare at me,
Nay! Anyone but me;
I halted the taxi,
For this mute had reached his destiny;
I saddened for I no longer could prolong my glance,
I took my last chance,
I took the meekest glance.

I walked home unknowingly, forgetting my mother,
The bitter shrewd barks of her;
My thoughts circled around when I would see her,
My angelic accomplice rider,
Would ‘FATE’ the mysterious rejoin me with her;
I was crest fallen until I saw her,
My saintly neighbor

Trying To Reflect Your Beauty

Stay for awhile: the angels are making
Peace over the canal,
And maybe it is Christmas- there is
A new lawnmower in the neighbor’s
Yard,
But their little girls have gone forever,
And your children are at home
These new words I say of you to noon
You will never know-
I will say them to the emptied yards
After all of the heavens have come out again,
Trying to reflect your beauty-
After you have forgotten all of this Romance 
I wake up I forgot
who I am, I look at...I can't see anything
or connection ever
plants are colorless
people walk in silence my feet swift to a fly, I sit alone by pond I throw stone but it
didn't ripple a bit I am thirsty, my throat is dry I feel pillow on my head.

Rainbow’s Birth

The morning light
in your eye
unfurls a sail
in the solar wind
of sun rays.

Your fingers move
like flower petals
in the breeze
of June.

In the palm
of your hand
the rainbow
is born.

Dream Or Fantasy

When I close my eyes I can trace
every line upon your face.
My fingers touching your soft gentle lips
Those lips that I yearn to kiss.

You are my dream lover - my fantasy come true
When I want you - I dream of you.
I close my eyes and there you are
Always near - never far.

Your love fills my nights and completes my days
And in my heart you will forever stay.
When ever I am feeling down
I close my eyes and you’re around.

You are my dream lover - for me there is no other
People say that you are a fantasy.
A figment of my imagination.
If this is so - why do I get these sensations.
I hold your face in my hands
Knowing you would understand

You have become my hearts desire
Taking me to levels so much higher
You have opened this loves door
And I want to be with you forever more.

How can this be a fantasy? when I have you next to me!

My Youthful Love

      In November, my heart been in bloom as the roses in spring I knew he felt the same way, I do No need to pretend we know it both As waves throw the pebbles of the shore Like our feelings we threw before How the sight of each other embraced me tight It's like a kite that been chased by the wind.  As the sunflower shone a hope in love in August night. I know fewer things about him so It’s just the flute of love the play is on A voice that says’ he’s a part of mine. His tone played an abandon key of my heart And this is music so gentle and kind Yet I can’t, I'm tied with straws Cupid hit me blindly And the god of time was not in placed So cupid knocks me with a stone He did not do it once but twice But time is the king of hearts, He will defy his foes.  As my heart is still in bud I must resist. My little angel told me so! I will wait for the roses to be fully bloomed Like each red petals burdened with passion and desire