Can we do things my way tonight?
where ever your mind led you is your desire
what moves you?
Let me tell you how my way works
first we start of with a little wine
exchange a few words full of nothing
then we walk towards the living room
where I have rose petals on the floor
candles lit
I play some slow music
gently start moving my hips to the rhythm
you try grabbing me trying to lay me down
I move slowly away dancing
feeling every beat of the song
I get lost in the song & soon enough you sit down & watch
I place my glass of wine down
start dancing as if no one is watching
it is then you realize what is happening
tears begin to flow down my face
the playlist is all slow jams
slow jams that move me
so I continue to dance my worries away
you get up & get behind me
holding me closely moving with me
we begin dancing slowly
it is then you feel what I have been feeling
a sense of freedom to just be
you then began to dance alone
I move away slowly & then begin to watch you
you are so lost in the music
you don't realize i am not dancing with you anymore
you look up to see me smiling
you extend your hand out asking me to dance
we dance all night
enjoying each others presence
not one word is exchanged
we feel the energy waves from each others body
which is all the words we need to keep dancing
& just be
how I longed to be with someone
someone who fell in love with my way.


NaNi

The maker of the world, when tall he stood,
When the canvas and his imagination lay bare,
Did he gaze confidently, or did he blankly stare?
Was his brush smooth, or did he brood?
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When he made, the rivers deep, and mountains high,
The forests dense, the tides of the seas,
Did he put the tiger in the forest, snakes, hives and bees?
And put sharks in the sea and vultures in the sky?
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And as he made the bare woman form,
Making her legs long and arms, slender,
Was it he who filled her *****,
And made her instinct raw, and body tender?
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And while making man, his final masterpiece,
Who gave curiosity to the chosen one?
Which led him to war as well as peace,
The gift that made homes, and also made the gun?
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To make them live as one, mankind,
All the bodies were by his brush equal, drawn,
Who then, but gave man the power of mind,
Making some live as kings, while others as pawns?
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And indeed, does he sometimes in quiet, smile?
As man scales the mountains and conquers the Nile,
Or does he heave a sigh, in agony and pain?
As justice doesn't dawn and fear still reigns?

What is a man, if not a moment of time?
A moment, lived truly alive,
Soul dancing to the hymn of life,
Pure, lucent, the chains forgotten?


What is a man, if not a drop of rain?
Falling into the sea's might,
Together with so many, and yet alone,
Not knowing, or comprehending, yet putting up a fight?


What is a man, if not a child?
At the quest of a treasure, mundane,
Laughing, crying, at a moments rest,
As the waters of his mind rage disdain?


What is a man, if not a childish dream?
A glimpse of the truth.
A picture, divine.
What is a man if not the truth inside?


What is a man, if not his deepest fear?
Monsters which under the veil, hide,
What is a man, who knows not,
The darkness is all but an absence of light?


What is a man, if not a closed fist?
Clutching, hanging on to an illusion, vain,
"To let go would be  absurd", he tells himself,
As the other hand wipes tears from the pain.


What is a man, if not a fool, sly?
Calling the truth too fantastic, the song too sweet?
A fish afraid of the sea, a bird fearing the sky,
What is a man, if not his spirit, indeed?


What is a man, if not a writing in dust?
Words, which in the next moment, cease,
What is his life, if not a delusion?
Erased from existence, come the breeze?