My midnight blue satin dress
Someone said that it’s wicked, wicked tease
However, I know better:
it controls my every mood
Staying ahead as my curves survey the scenery
  I swayed down the avenues

Who’s going be the lucky fellow?
To auction it off my back
Who’s the one that
  see 3-D images with only one eye?
but to see what lies beneath this midnight blue
is sating memories

I felt the earth move under my feet
Pleats and creases;
hisses and random kisses
Tonight I am your mistress
and most of all
the goddess in the mist

Airbrush my body with admiration.
but never again say you love me
What is love?

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He had left for work that morning: like any other morning
I was off from work that day: somehow that day felt different
The baby was in daycare,
Something kept nagging at my subconscious
But deep down it was there
Nagging away
I felt like crying, yet I wasn’t sad.
I collected my school books and I put them away in my backpack
Sometimes when we take a warm shower
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.
I knew about the other woman: but didn’t want to believe
How many times could a person repeat the same lie over and over
he said that he was out late playing  a games of dominoes with the guys
I guess after that long shower that afternoon
my alters must have taken over: it was getting close to the hour
For me to leave for my evening classes
I did what had to be done. I called him and asked
What time he plan on picking up the baby from daycare
I put away my keys and I put my backpack out of sight
And made my way into the large closet and waited
For the suspect to come home
I became an intruder:  in my own home
I remember the clicking of keys as he opened the door
My heart was pounding fast:  however my mind was sharper than ever
His daily routine, he opened the icebox and took out a snack
before coming into the bedroom and turning on the television
he sat down on his favorite chair,
then he made the phone called
That call was the beginning of everything
Lawyers, Judges, family court
And most of all the ending of my happiness,
Words I that I wish I had never have heard from those
Lying lips
The silence in the closet: my pounding heart
I heard him said to her
“Hello honey how was your day”?
With that sweet tenderness in his voice
My heart drop to floor as I ease drop on the conversation
I remember coming out of that closet like a crazy woman
and knock the ******* out with the night light
There’s so many way to catch a cheater.
  I boldly caught one.
My foible kicks in:
because no sin like this is never ever forgiven

I woke up to another month,
In another year,
and nothing seem to change
the wintry cold, the eastern wind
the older it gets

nothing seem to change,
but this confounded weather
Goodbye January
Please enter Ms. February
Please show us some love and harmony.

Let the beauty that we love be what we do.
— Jalal ad-Din Rumi

I was never blessed by God,

I am the main sources of evil
I was created by man
I am known to have the lever that moves the world

So I was told
With my power I can help with the bailiff
Or
And I can make you jump of the cliff

Some folks never seem satisfy with me
When in abundant

I am known to misled
The
Wise, the meek
I never bring happiness

My association with ant-nose
As
The new evolution
Grain and brain

Who am I?

The Windows are eyes
wings like an eagle with open arms.
welcoming us with a little charm.

A gesture to ease the hardships
this recession have cast upon us,
  prolongation creeps into another year
peace talks or summit talks our
lifestyles fades like tears.

Does anybody out there really care?

Debt collectors calling
all hours of the morning,
Paychecks shrinks,
Our state of mind is on the brink
Are we going under?
Like a loud clap of thunder.

Does anybody out there really care?

The front door smiles
and the wings are like open arms
is this our only charms?
recession leads to depression,
Is ruining our lives.

Saying goodbye
to the passing of the year:
It was one hell of a vintage
So let's raise our glasses and drink ourselves away
into the new unknown
with an old traditional cheer,
~~~~
Once again I have finished another year with uncertainty
Of ever learning to love again
I supposed dodging the reality of life
Means no second chances
~~~~~~
So let’s ring in the New Year with
Our heads held high
While we raise our glasses and drink ourselves away
Into a the new unknown

My love and I were just seasonal lovers
I lost all faith in him
he was a scourge to his sensitive pride.

Today we are in a different country
Our smiles is now upside down
Our laugher is seldom heard,
Between us is the Brooklyn Bridge,
When he uses to look at me
his brown eyes tell his soul

It’s going to be colder outside,
For lovers like us,
He with his flannel pajamas
And I with my heavy pink robe and
fuzzy slippers
it's going to be a lonely winter

*** doesn’t mean just ***
Some folk often mistake this word
for a roll in the hay
~
What would happen if someone?
In a crowd yelled ***,
and the other person
shouts fire, fire!
Which one would get the most attention?
this might surprise you
~
Just watch as the crowd move back and forth
back and forth
Pressing against each other just to take a look
Now that’s a ****** stimulation
On the other hand shouting fire
create a dangerous situation
so what’s good for the goose is not good for the gander