Kisses sweet as honey,
Lips that taste like wine,
Breath as soft as a summer's breeze,
A fantasy in my mind.
Eyes like glowing embers,
Full of passion for me,
Longing and desire,
In my dreams it's thee.
A touch as soft as roses,
It's never what it seems.
This perfect, loving passion,
Is only in my dreams.
copyright 2001
Dedicated to the memory of Terel Nelson.
A tear is running down my cheek.
A tear as precious as a jewel.
This tear holds all my thoughts and feelings,
All my memories of you.
This tear is worth a thousand words,
Expressing my feelings of loss without you.
This tear captures every memory of you,
And every moment of that precious time.
It holds the memory of your soothing touch,
And the words of wisdom whispered in my ear.
It captures the feeling of having a friend,
Who was always there for me.
This tear carries all the good times
We had together.
It also contains the hours I spent
Weeping over the loss of you.
This tear is one of many.
There have been many like it,
And there are many more yet to come.
Run down tenements.
Sidewalks full of cracks.
Streets filled with garbage,
And cardboard box shacks.
Mem carrying weapons.
Women filled with fear.
Children playing happl'y,
Unaware of dangers near.
Old, used needles
Litter the parks,
Where desp'rate women
Sell their bodies in the dark.
Local drug vendors
Sell their wares on the streets.
Fights often break out,
Bodies carried away in sheets.
'Midst all this tragedy
A child tries to grow,
But what hope is there for him
In this ravaged ghetto?
Who pays attention
To this child's small cry?
Will you reach ouT?
Or will you shy?
One little innocent
Completely without hope.
Not even living life,
Just learning how to cope.
We can help them.
Respond to these desp'rate pleas.
Society may ignore them,
But we can set them free!
Walking alone
Through the dark woods
Of my mind.
Trees of memories,
Gnarled and warped,
Reach for me.
The mist of the past,
Dirty and gray,
Swirls about me.
Faster and faster,
Eveloping me.
Sucking me in
To my doom.
Confused, I stumble,
Into the trees. Falling prey
To the memories.
Passed from tree to tree.
Surrounded by the mist.
Disappearing further and further
Into my mind.
Overwhelming.
Suffocating.
Strangulating.
I give in to the trees.
Igive in to the mist.
Or so they think.
But the knife is in my hand,
And one quick stab
Ends my misery,
Forever!
The darkness surrounds me,
Enveloping me like a cloak.
It draws me in
To a place where I am safe.
My senses are dulled.
Sight is the first to go.
My eyes strain,
Yet make out nothing.
Next is taste and touch.
Both are gone,
But I don't miss them.
I don't need them here.
My nose is dulled.
Scents fade away.
Everything pales
And vanishes.
I can still hear,
Quite well, actually.
The screams, the sirens,
The panicked voices.
But even those fade,
Growing fainter and fainter.
The darkness welcomes me,
And I follow it into oblivion.
The alarm rings at seven.
She stretches and yawns.
Preparation takes little time.
Soon she's off to work.
He, too, wakes at seven.
Showering and dressing
Take little time.
He grabs his coat.
It's off to work.
Four rolls around,
And now she's home.
Dinner is soon over.
She's at a loss.
Drifting around,
She cleans the house.
She tries to read,
But her mind wanders to him.
The TV goes on.
Soon she falls asleep.
Tomorrow will be the same.
He gets home at five.
His routine is much the same;
Dinner, cleaning and mindless entertainment.
He tries not to think of her.
Soon, he's asleep.
Tomorrow he'll repeat today.
Two people, in two worlds.
Both alive, both existing.
But neither one,
Really living life.
Each just waiting,
For the day,
When they can be,
Together.
Delicate crystal wings,
Thin leaves of the purest gold,
Shiny silver acorns,
Hanging from copper boughs.
Come into the garden.
Ruby cherries, with black pearl pits.
Sapphire blueberries with tiny pearl seeds.
Emerald pears hanging near amethyst plums.
Milk squeezed from opals.
Come into the garden.
Majestic hunters, waiting patiently,
Hidden among the cherries and plums.
Waiting; silently, patiently, endlessly,
For their unsuspecting prey to come along.
Evil hidden in a garden of beauty.
Come into the garden.
The boy drove his truck.
The girl played with her doll.
The mom was cooking in the kitchen.
Everything was peaceful.
The warning came over the radio,
But the radio was silent.
It came over the TV,
But the TV was blank.
And everything was peaceful.
The boy saw it first.
He ran to get his mother.
She was busy and didn't listen.
Everything was peaceful.
Then the noise began.
The winds blew.
The tornado hit.
The house was lifted off the ground.
And nothing was peaceful.
The tornado passed.
The winds stopped.
And everything was peaceful,
Because everything was dead.
Two together,
Walking in the night.
Two together,
Holding each other tight.
Two together,
Making love.
Two together,
With stars above.
Two together,
One body, one mind.
Two together,
Spirits entwined.
