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The Shadow of You

Sitting here thinking,
drinking my Black and Tan
contemplating
the stormy motion I see in shadows

*


Yes, it’s dark in there
but, occasionally you can see
different shades of black
mixing with greys
and an undercurrent of blue.
Sometimes, usually when you
least expect it,
a swirling white
(more a ***** white
but it’s lighter than grey)
infuses its movement
in the midst of shadow
making it spin wildly.
And an unruly midnight Moon
beckons briefly within these darker hues.
Its swirl is enticing,
entwining seductively
within the greys and blacks
calling me to enter.
Pulling me like temptation;
like moist needy lips
kissing me into oblivion,
into forever shadow.



I don’t mind, honest.
In fact, I am willing, but...
It is not your shadows I fear.
I love the way your greys swirl;
the way the sway of your hips
dances enticingly with the music of you.
I could live here,
listening forever.



No, it’s my shadows that I fear.
They swirl with storms of black
and I have no control.
They have ancient origins;
they contain seeds that can only
flower in those dark spaces
found between well meaning words
that today finds only loneliness.
My shadows know all too well
the ugliness of traditions,
the hopelessness of poverty,
the emptiness of love.
These shadows have no glimmer of light,
just the motion
of darker shades of night.

*

And yet...
and yet I cannot help but see
the motion of you inside shadows;
see you write your words;
your pen creating a kaleidoscope of greys.
How you weave spaces and allow
for someone to enter your dance;
to lay their head upon your breast
and hear the music of your beating heart.
And yet....

Aztec Warrior  2008
Tripping through my poetry note books is often fun, especially when you find a poem you actually enjoyed writing and like.
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
Kristin
Day 1
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
Kristin
I am fragile and weak.
You don’t leave me breathless.
It is not love at first sight.
But I do notice your dimples,
One on either side of your face
Dimples I’d come to know
Dimples that would be my biggest mistake.
The passing days,
Have not but altered my slot,
My place in your heart, gone,
You seem to like someone else with more want,

Her eyes deep,
Her touch dainty,
All you speak about is of her,
Her flawless touch and smile enlightened,

What have I done?
What did I do?
For you to hate me so much,
Is it not enough?
To have what you breath,
Than lose everything just to keep in touch,

Because for you,
I can shove all the wonders of this world,
Journey through the stars,
To come near you and tear down the oh so strong walls,

Picking up each and every brick,
One by one I put em up in a huge fort,
Which I solely designed just for you,
Because I love you so much,

My heart yearns for your soul,
To grasp what once was cold,
To somehow get you back and shine with every touch,
A celestial unison which you don't want at all,

What have I done?
What did I do?
For you to hate me so much,
Is it not enough?
To have what you breath,
Than lose everything just to keep in touch,

Because for you,
I can shove all the wonders of the world,
Journey through the stars,
To come near you and tear down the oh so strong walls.
Today I felt
Like destroying
Something beautiful.
So I broke
Your heart.
I watched it
Crumble.
It broke first in
Your eyes.
The enchanting light
That was there
Every day
Disappeared
Like a  
Light bulb
Burning out.
Then it broke
In your lips.
The radiant smile
That could warm
A room
Turned to a
Heartsick pout.
Then it broke
In your chest.
The glow
That is always
Around you
Seemed to fade,
Until nothing
Was left.
Then it broke
In your legs.
And I
Watched as  
As you started
To tremble
And
You fell to
Your knees.
Then it broke
In your heart.
You were
No longer
Vibrant colours,
You changed
To grays, whites and blacks
Today I felt
Like destroying
Something beautiful.
So I broke
Your heart.
She was born Eunice Waymon, but changed into Nina Simone
This concert pianist who rode her subway dream of fame uptown
All the while singing in a deep blues voice: '' Birds flying high, you know
How I feel, breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel, it's a new dawn,
It's a new day, it's a new life for me. yeah,it's a new dawn, it's a new day,
And I'm feeling good. Fish in the sea, you know how I feel, river runnin'
Free,you know how I feel,blossom on the tree, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, and I'm feelin' good
'' I love you porgy, don't let him take me. Don't let him handle me
And drive me mad. If you can keep me , I  wanna stay here, with you Forever, And I'll be glad, yes, I loves you porgy, don't let him handle me, with his hot hands, if you can keep me, I wants to stay with you
Forever, I 've got my man
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
mikecccc
Look look
At all the shapes
That your heart
Can take
A dove
A fire
A box
All manner of shapes
For so many occasions
That can't be healthy.
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
Shelby
Chaplin is his name, Sir, Charles Chaplin. A man of many talents one can say. He was a poet, dreamer,  a gentleman, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure and he was The Little *****...END.
****** and whiskey
just enough to wish
away the fear
but not enough to be risky.
Oh wouldn't it be fun
if we could just,
tell our brain how silly
it can be at times.
Turbulence is just a bump,
normal part of flying,
yet for some reason
my mind is sure
i'm dying.


-a.j.Leon
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
JP
She was most
intelligent and
beautiful friend,
and also a famous model.
met her in
airport car park
went near
to her to take
an autograph
But she hugged and
gave a sweet kiss
Till after 10 yrs
it remains in my
lips as a
memorable signature
 Nov 2015 James Marcro
Torin
When the light
Is to bright to see
We go blind
Believing its darkness

We go blind
Running through the night
Hoping for the best
That we can

When all me need
Is each other

We are lost
Wishing for the best
Expecting the worst
We are lost

And all our love is wasted

When its dark
Too dark to to see
We need to feel
To know what is real

We are blind
Running through the night
Wishing for the best
That we can

And all our love is wasted
A song I wrote
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