I fell in love with childhood,
he wore a red cape
made of polyester plaid,
tiny stitches of lines
circulated around his palm.
He never wore a mask,
his memories wore enough of one,
a fog remnant of a dream,
his home he’d never see again
all along the river, led up to a lake.
It didn’t matter anyway,
a wedge upon two brick walls
was a plaque – or a warning –
a memorial, perhaps, but
all succumbed to his pain,
every inch crumbled to dust.
That’s when I took his childhood away.
I fell in love with memories.
One Family united as one
The Father, Mother Daughter and Son
In unity we can set things right
In the darkness be the guiding light
Keep your heart open
The Family be the truth to all lies spoken
We have the tools set it straight
I can't wait to see the date
We all can relate
Not to hate
A Families love
Black,White our blood is both red
ONE PEOPLE ONE WORLD we must move ahead
We can do it
Take a moment show someone you care
To get it together for..
ONE PEOPLE..ONE WORLD..ONE BIG FAMILY AFFAIR!
Thoughts of cotton candy kiss laced with guilt.
Bubble gum wrapping the shame.
A deceit told through a mouth sewn closed.
But eyes held wide-shut.
A lie supported by another lie, bracing itself before falling.
Should I let the guilt be known through a cotton candy kiss?
Let the bubble gum wrapper shunt my shame.
Will I hold our secret behind stitched sewn lips?
All the while, holding my eyes wide shut?
Could I support this burden, bracing it with another lie?
Before I let it slip and fall?
A dangerous dance our feet have started,
where it goes I am not for certain...
A wicked path we've lain before us.
where it goes I am not for certain...
An affair of just wanting,
but nothing of taking.
Where this is leading I am not for certain.
For: where I hope we are going,
that is another matter all together.
A passionate touch that I love so much also touches me with an unknown guilt when it comes.
Feeling chills down my back and tears on my face as our bodies meet again.
Filling me with sorrow every time we share that embracing stare.
A simple pleasure that I hate within as I sin a great sin.
Refraining from love with this affair Im in
‘I have to go.’
She whispers and sighs into his ear.
Uncovers herself from the sheets
And slips from the bed.
The clock reads three o’clock
The moon illuminates the bedroom
He groans as he sits up
Trying to calm his harsh breathing
Wipes the sweat from his face.
Shadows dance upon the white walls
Her silhouette moves towards the door
‘I have to return home to him.’
She replies, her gaze falls to the floor
Reaching for the doorknob,
Filled with so much guilt.
A time was when
Nothing short of my deepest thrust
Once and then many times more
Would satiate me
Then quietly crept between us
When I learned new ways to play
Chanced on a week a golden day
Then over a month or more
I had found the key to the secret door.
Now at the most heightened end of the affair
Satiates me a strand of her hair!
Hands shaking as they clumsily undo
Buttons, zippers, clasps
Articles of clothing discarded
Every word that passes between us
Hangs suspended in the air
Like dust motes
Only larger, more distinct
Each facet perfectly discernible
By its own beholder's eye
This was wrong
I could feel it
As my synapses fired
Unconsciously guiding my hands down his back
It feels wrong
But mostly it feels
Life is my current lover.
I swig her ephemeral taste from my cupped hands
worried as the golden, shimmering liquid rushes through
creases and cracks in my jaded hands.
Her mood varies through my stages;
at times she is of doting temper and roseate kisses
but when love evades her, most often than not,
her calloused hands damage the pearly flesh in tender
and discontent paints a surly mood as she digs her crimson
brush against the canvas of my self.
Life is my inconsistent lover,
sometimes doting but most often than not abusive.
So I vowed my eternal devotion to Death.
We escape under the dark canopy of starless wings;
I eat of the forbidden feasts in the Kingdom of Hades,
grains of scarlet pomegranates staining my chapped lips.
Death has promised me perpetuity.
But until Life decides to release me from her capricious temper,
I shall long for the wintry, rainy comfort of my drowsy affair.