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there is wonder and grace
tangled in your curls,
and the night stars have
made your eyes their dwelling place.
and your heart is a garden
with blooming flowers of
joy and beauty, bringing
life and light to the darkness.
hope and heaven live
in your bones,
and in your soul a
songbird sings a melody
of love.
I wrote this poem for myself. It was lovely to love myself through my words and art.
What is poetry? Is it a uniform thing?
Or a kaleidoscope dream images
Of a one- man team
a dimension of systematic thinking
His metaphors, his musical mode or
his original mistakably literal meanings

If I came to you and say
I see the love in your baby blue eyes
It reminds me of that sunny day.
When the clouds was still and I fire up my libido
Did I really fire up my libido or was the love in your eyes really blue
Even as you said to me
“I am going to **** you tonight with my loving
Was that nonliteral
Or one of your nonsensical fuss
Poetry is your own lovely way of
Woven out your most inner thoughts
when a boy finds a girl pretty
his mass of love gains velocity
and in that moment(um) of trance
he sees a chance for romance!

when a girl finds a boy attractive
though she first plays a little evasive
can’t hide for long her cheeks’ blush
in the growing velocity of her love’s mass!
 Nov 2014 Sameer Denzi
Born
What I do know is
You told me you don't wanna see me again

You sound  delusional
Sad and shallow


I was supposed to be  happy
You know, something like love of my life

was looking for someone to **** with
Play with,tune with and then dump with


I loved you unconditionally
Us two was an epic love

Ashtray

ashtray!

Ashtray
I smoked you and when I was done, ashtray


That's horrible
I feel like crying

Huh!
Us was a beautiful ***
But now, am done with


Am human
I would have given an empire for you

Crazy girl
I was paid with, to mess with


Humiliation
I never saw this one coming
You think my best days are behind me

Your *** definitely
You got a bright future behind


Did you ever...
Was their an us

*Who the  heck  you wanna be with beside me
I mean
You say your obsessed with me, and I agree
I mean
If I die today, my  Winchester Model 70 goes to my son
I mean
Get the hell out
its not like am gonna kiss you goodbye
 Nov 2014 Sameer Denzi
Born
You shot me in the dark
I fell into pieces
My tears turned into rage
You chewed me up
and spat me out


In the depths of my despair
I rose again
My heart
I felt  the light inside my heart

They wanna push you
They wanna see you fall down
So many ****** went down the wrong road
you can too
who's going to catch you if you fall down?

Life is a gamble
I hit my joint and roll the dice
That **** you trynna do, I done it twice

When it seems your faith is broken
Don't lose hope

*Sometimes life likes to blow the cold wind
 Nov 2014 Sameer Denzi
Born
Most women who hoped to get hitched honed their cooking skills at their mothers’ knees. Or from an aunt.

That was once upon a time.

Today, the joke about modern women is that they no longer cook like their mothers, but rather, drink like their
fathers.
If a woman can't cook, is she wife material?
 Nov 2014 Sameer Denzi
Born
Eventually the pain will go away

And you'll still have a shot at surviving
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