NOT MY MAN! (POETRY)

 

 

I want to get him and get him good

I am seeing red

As I watch them both laying in our bed

Him giving my man what looked like some “meeeeaaan” head

The chic from kill bill won’t have shit on me

I will start with his lover, make him watch, make him see

I’m ready to spend the rest of my life in jail

I might as well go all the way

They both can go straight underneith of hell

This can’t be my reality

Homosexuality

A preference, a personal reference

But oh God

Not my man!

 

 

 

 

THE WAY THEY WERE (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

I heard the desperation

In a voice that had been dry

Because he was denied

And it was her flesh that cried

He wanted her to see

The man he so desperately needed to be

A chain reaction

Turned into

A fraction

Multiplied

By love

 

But three doesn’t equal two

 

And chances are

Things will never be the same

Can she ever really change?

It’s his heart that’s been stained  

By her

And her

And her

And her

He just wishes

Things

Could

Go back

To

The way

They were

LESSONS (POETRY)

I nurtured him back to life

Because she was incapable of doing it

I reassured him

That I was his mistress

Never with an art

Because the stars where never aligned

At the right time

Tired of loving what could never be mines

Tryn’a separate me from the sin

Knowing this is a lesson

I will never repeat again

Because

I was his mistress

WHAT WAS (POETRY)

Was a love I couldn’t control

Washed up tears, aggressively stole

Running through trees

Rose bushes and oceans abound

Lost in time that had such a beautiful sound

Leave me to dream

Denial hates to be  found

Playing between the sheets, blankets, pillows and all

Hearing the voices but never once answering to its call

Please wake me from this forbidden craft

That hides itself fully

Behind religious mask

The lust and betrayal

Well, it’s really hard to tame

And it could never be the same

Because sensations knows my name

From past games

I know there are many ways to avoid

Such gut wrenching pain

Love is really powerful

And can drive the strongest king insane

Pleasurable pain

Strong enough to awaken the most forbidden sin

Love will stir your heart up

Take it back

Strengthen it

Only to begin the madness again

Put me back together

Because I’ve fallen apart

Razors

Daggers

And swords

Aiming straight for my heart

Protect me from this weapon

I choose to call love

And never trust the past

Because

It

Will

Always

Be

 

What was

 

I FELT YOU BREATHING LAST NIGHT (POETRY)

I FELT YOU BREATHING LAST NIGHT

AND YOU WERE A THOUSAND MILES AWAY

YOU WERE NOT IN MY BED

OR IN THE NEXT ROOM

YOU WEREN’T AROUND THE CORNER

OR ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN

YOU WERE A THOUSAND MILES AWAY

BUT YET

AND STILL

I FELT YOU BREATHING LAST NIGHT

MISTRESS

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I met him; I fell in love with him

I knew he wasn’t mines

But he grew on me

Like a 19th century bottle of

Old money kind’a wine

She knew about us for years

And for years she took a back seat

Because she knew without me

His heart was strangely weak

He was a police officer

And in the line of duty, he was shot

I screamed!

Please tell me he is not dead!

Please tell me he is not!!

He laid in the hospital

In that dreadful coma for 20 long weeks

It was not her body he longed for

Between those hospital sheets

It was hard for her to deny

Because she knew if she did not find me

Her husband would surely die

This woman knew he was in love with me

And only wanted her husband to survive

So willing to do anything

To keep her husband alive

She grabbed his phone

Braced herself

And stood up on her feet

She sought me out knowing

His heart was strangely weak

I laid with him

And she approved of me

In that hospital bed

She silently requested help

And pushed me towards his bed

A few days later he awoke

I jumped up from between the sheets 

And it killed her

As she looked on

Knowing

I was the reason

His heart still beat

Its been three years now

And she is still his wife 

And  everyday

I regret the day

I saved that bastard’s life!

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