There must be something unseen
woven into your very being.
What else could explain
how, with so much weight,
you still move with such grace?
Like a weightless ballerina on her toes,
dancing across splintering boards,
running amok on the stage—
untouched, unbroken-
At peace

Warmth of a rose ballerina
Salsa waves
That rather not fight
Feeling the luminous shore
Like jazz and songs

She doesnt mind
How clumsy one may be
They can appreciate her
moonlit grace
All the more

With love she caresses
Every season
Even March opens its drowsy gaze
To her Rose stars
Intimate and afar

Beauty that is what moves us
Rhythms like candles sweetly ablaze

Rain is reminiscent
Of her Beautys honey
Swaying
in the stillness and breeze

The fine wine ones are their own
canopy and vineyard

Feel the roses and sunflowers
Bloom in the irises of moonlight

Reynaldo Casison

Hey Madame Ballerina Queen,
Sway sway Sway
your Exotic Beauty for me
Ive been feeling a bit drowsy
with sweet dream
and long to be going Somewhere
Where your Sweet Beauty
and love shall be sweetly there, 
Madame Ballerina your love
can take us there
where carefree exquisite flowers waltz
in the enchanted rain
Within the Luminous Moonlit vineyard

Madame Ballerina sway
your fine wine beauty for me
just for me and you
I'll follow you through the evening rain
Beyond all blue,
we dont even haveTo really say I love you We'll feel it deeply
With just a Sweet gaze
of our Souls kindred love
Sweet and deep within the gaze
And Within every champagne star
Tenderly ablaze

Madame Ballerina with the starry
Harmonica evenings I'll be loving
And following you,
Your exquisiteness dazzles me
Beyond diamonds and stars
And its always been you
My love longs to meet
Intimate and afar,
and I feel you can love me
Sweeter than anyone ever could,
So tousle the sweet honey gold
Of your tresses,
And sway with svelte shimmers
Your translucent hem like a wand,
Loosen our cares
and liberate
The loving butterflies and roses
Fluttering in your Sweet Soul
And Pretty Eyes

Hey my exotic darling
Madame Ballerina,
Share with me the dear honey
of your loving ways,
And the crecent grooves
of your hips
Has already begun to sweetly sway
Sweet sweet love for me and you,
Beyond all the exquisite rain and blue

Caress me within a loving voyage
Destination all the more loving
I havent had quite enough
of your Sweet sweet beauty
Madame Ballerina
With our loves sacred and honey waters
We'll make our senses all roses
And Sweet candle sighs

Sway your Love for me
And We'll journey like sunflowers
To Somewhere fine wine sweet
Im ready to heavenly sweetly drift
Into your exotic love parades,
The Rose moon for us Serenades
The vineyard shores and gardens
Shall be feeling a new manner
of sighing and loving
The sultry doves shall not be crying
The waves our loves moonlight
Like Sweet Salsa shall be riding
To Our Loves honey shore caresses
Ah, Madame Ballerina liberate
The sweet honey of your love
And its dresses

Caress me with all your Sweet loving
And Exquisite being
Madame Ballerina we'll be feeling
Candles and Chimes
Sweet within the Vineyards sublime
Away from the bustle of wistful sorrows
Yes yes and Yes is your Exotic sway
For the starry caress of Candle love
And Skies
Our love your beauty the sweeter bliss
Of fond tomorrows

Reynaldo Casison

Stretching out like a lion before a fight, dressing like Madonna before a flight.

The scene is filled with blurred out faces, using cigar filled spaces, with big fat snout that grin behind champagne cases. Using tux and hat to hide its hideous face.

The music starts, curtains drop, the dress is on, breath is held. The **** show is to start.

Stand up and start to spin.

Spin and twist like a quiz with questions of riches.
The growing snouts are getting greater as the ash trays are getting major.

The ace and break of broken pines and spine that been rearranged to fit the Madonnas dress.

The show must continue, continue to stand and twist and jump and smile like some sort of an idiot.

Stand at the tiptoes reaching for the gold above while the tips are dripping thru. The bleeding tips that keep painting the ceiling red are painting runes on the ceiling and floor like a sign for the sos.

The pigs are wheezing, the ash is in the air, the gold has fallen. Just the ash that builds up the throat, the only motivation that keeps the smile on and the floors glowing red. The curtain drops the wheezing stop. The floor is so close and the gold is so far. Bette luck next time is all I hear.

dance to the song,
you beautiful ballerina
we are all watching
don't mess up

move your feet,
you beautiful ballerina
or we will attach the strings
to your useless little limbs... again

paint a smile on your face,
you ugly ballerina
if you smiled more
more people will like you

why did you eat that,
you fat ballerina?
you'll just gain more weight
you wont fit into your size -5 dress

you made a mistake,
you useless ballerina
maybe you should just go
nobody even wants to see your show.

Quit hoping for freedom,
You disaster of a ballerina
You are our marionette
We have full control

Stop lying,
You rat of a ballerina
We have never hurt you
We just discipline

Stop being dramatic,
You drama queen of a ballerina
You dance
You don't act

Stop moping,
You hideous ballerina
Just because he doesnt like you anymore
Doesnt mean you have a right to frown

Start smiling,
You sad ballerina
Nobody will like you
If you frown...

you deserve better,
you precious, imperfect, kind, sweet, beautiful, nice, wonderful, friendly, injured, hopeful ballerina.
leave this awful place.
you deserve so much better...

Ask a question:
Let it dance on your tongue
like a child ballerina —
full of stutters and jumps
and hope.
As it spins circles
through your mind,
tears holes in the soles
of your shoes,
wait.
Let it fall swiftly and fast
so quiet it’s barely a whisper
if that at all.
And with no response,
let the hope fade
with a few tears
and maybe some scrapes
or bruises.
Just as the child,
pick yourself up
and walk towards the door,
allowing one glance behind you
before the soft click of it shutting
is all you can hear
and your locked up dreams
will never even know you were calling.

dance with daddy
wear your tutu
spin and twirl

hold his hand
arabesques

pirouette
into his arms
and heart

you’re his little
prima ballerina