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Dark n Beautiful Sep 2013
God gave them over to degrading passions; for their women
exchanged for the natural function for that which is unnatural, and
in the same way also the men abandoned the natural function
of the woman and burned in their desire toward one another
men with  men committing indecent acts and receiving in their own
persons the due penalty of their  error. (Roman 1:26  


Our summer evening settle down
many of us logged on to the internet
Critiquers or terrifying ticking time bombs
They surf and browses around.

Clicking sounds;  fingers moving slowly
Anything is possible in today's world
Overly educated fools smudges the earth
Men with men; women with women
it's  sad world  for most of us
so we chat with total strangers

Controlled by gentle touch
Alone in the comfort of our homes
So many old and lonely cantankerous poets
Or mental deranged strangers connects

such old souls stretches across the globe
to be disrespectful toward each other
is this the new  circle of social creatures?
could it be they emotion, compassion
or simply a humanity deal?

They are living secret lifes, with make believe wives
The miraculous things we say to each other
Gutless lonely souls, nervous in plain view
can never function in the real world
A Fish Tank without  water


Do we really know them?
I know them but only on the internet(:)
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
Today they lowered old Mary down,
Her voice once loud was deadly silenced
Her mocking tongue made no sound.
Silence is a noun, silence is a noun

She have never shown love old mother Mary
Only pain and jeer and lots of misery
I don’t remember any candies any pastries
I pray for Mary, I pray for Mary

I saw a dozen blue birds flying south
After they lowered old Mary down
Be yond the shadow of a doubt
The talk around town, they lowered her down

The horse-drawn carriages trot past my Ferrari
I stood there like a frighten mouse
Leaning against my house
My eyes were teary, my eyes were teary


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Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
a temporary stage area is set up
flashing neon lights with the word strife

I can ssee them on the podium waging war
Against the upcoming warrior-poets
Sign of the times or menace to society.

The anthropology of young poet roars
Old King Cole poets
and his fiddlers three fade into history
like tainted old whiskey

The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
What do most women wants?

To make love the way they talked
By forgetting all the essential rules of grammar
as they knock over the nightstands
women wants to unfurled their underwire bras and let them breathe
..
Women wants to:
mastering the art of the catwalk
in their favorite pair high heel
Ignoring the jeers and the boos
..
What do most women wants
The opposite of what men wants
Free ***, drugs and money
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
When you kiss me yesterday
You said to make it last until we meet again
That was seven years ago on VHS
Yesterday, when I saw how you kiss me
I squirm
Your kiss was superficial and vacuous.
I still make love the way I talk
However, my memories of you is fading
like those old VHS
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
The snow blanket the earth
but it would never covers the ocean
It became a curse of the sea
So, it stays on the beach
Like a dog on a leash
11
To hell with the night
It’s just darkness over- powering the daylight
When men are force to close their eyes
And dream of the events of the passing day.

111
Liars who called themselves lovers
Will never come clean
It’s a permanent tattoo
Concocted in their brain
The road to recovery for them is
Systematic and strategic process
For them it is a hunter’s game

1V
You have taken everything in one’s strides
The time sheets, the lunch hours
You have become the employer
Twelve hours prisoners of the time clocks
V
Last night I heard Nana voice
She said that I worry too much
And get little sleep
I smell hibiscus in my room
That old familiar fragrance scent still lingers

But her words became self-soothing
She said, let’s go to the kitchen
And make a banana bread
Worries is for the rich man

VI

The poor man display his graffiti on cities buildings
no admission, no fee
priceless art crimes or
the best of a simple criminal mind

High art or low art
Eyes of a rich man
Or the eyes of a fool
Dark n Beautiful Aug 2013
I probably might have said it,
Or maybe dream it
Seeing how years of anger has tarnish my self-image
My teenage age was happier, wild and care free
Now I see elderly  men and women
Lost within their minds

The signs were there
He rubs his head so frantically
His shuffling gait frustrates me so much to see him do this,
his perception of time and space
Seem to be fading
Frustration, anger, and fear build within
I looked at him and smile.

He said to me lady
“Where am I?
Do you know me?
I can’t seem to remember anything
All I can do for him
Is to keep him safe from harm
“Take your medication
Mr. Rivera”
Just take your med” sir!


When the mind is happy
We should rejoice
Eventually, the mind will fade
Into invisible dots
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When the mind is pure, joy follows
Like a shadow that never leaves.
-Budda
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