When all desire at last and all regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?
Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet,—
Or may the soul at once in a green plain
Stoop through the spray of some sweet life-fountain
And cull the dew-drenched flowering amulet?

Ah! when the wan soul in that golden air
Between the scriptured petals softly blown
Peers breathless for the gift of grace unknown,
Ah! let none other written spell soe’er
But only the one Hope’s one name be there,—
Not less nor more, but even that word alone.

When I see into your eyes I see our futures that lies
As if I was looking into the mystery of a crystal ball
answering attentively to loves call.
And it was there That i find
You are one of kind,
A materpiece crafted into a divine design
I can tell by the way Your eyes locked into mine
Although we didnt touch we had become like a braid as both our souls interwined
you send chills quickening up my spine
Its like my body, soul, and mind can sense you are the essences of Greatness defined.
As I examine your mind
It was like was like watching the sunrise
As your lips sing me lullibies
And I become mesmerized
As you give me butterflies
Then My palms fit perfectly in your palms
As My soul sings to your soul a scriptured praise from psalms.
My heart unfolds
And my truth gets told
My femininity surrender to your masculinity.
As I dive into deepest depths of your ocean's bottomless sea
Swimming in it endlessly

I become Intoxicated by your Testoserone
While you get high off of my sweet smelling Pheromones.
Your vibes make me Fantasize
About the sensual exercise you could do while sipping from the rivers that flow from in between my thighs
And from the womb of My belly I let out a beautiful cry
As I am being Submerge in your love as if im being Baptized
Then he Lifts me high like A diamond in the skies.
I take a deep breath in and SIGH
Because no man is better than my Handsome guy as I get high of his Chocolate supply.
Oh me oh my!

Its the beauty of black love between the Black Man And Woman
Its the shimmering shades of Melanin to Melanin
The contact of Skin to skin
Caressing each others souls from within.

A Queen needs her Royal King
Just like the violin needs its strings for without it its just a wooden box that doesnt mean a thing.
A God for the Goddess
Thats Honest and modest
And a Venus for Mars
And A consolation for the Most Majestic Shooting stars.
Thier powerful engery turns into a love song traveling distances so far.

I  am  no philosopher
I  am  Paul  from  The Meadows
pulled skinny  poor from the  shadows to put  a  deal of fat  on his bones

so  how  did   I  end  up   here?
what penalty did   I  accrue?

taking the  ten  point deduction for  conduct unbecoming
I  place my  attention  deficit on re-order that I  don’t  yet  forget

smothered  in the  scrim of this  Hogarthian hood every  chip toothed  blue   scriptured face
proffers  passage to a  poisonous but tantalising hook

to write the  junk  must I  taste the junk?

peddled or paddled for  a  sweeter  flight this  avenue never  taken,
hedonic ingress  unwalked,  unwanted yet  still wondered
could such  deep surrender  be   so  sweet to  allow the  most  intimate  of plunder?

am I  Dante?
corralled   around  the  streets
of a  society that  shows no compromise amongst  the  dying embers  of fallen  enterprise

eternal  damnable gyres around a  ****** **** pyre
of concrete,  glass  and  broken  humanity

with    each    uttered    breath    a    cold      cocktail    of profanity

the  bouncing soles of the  air  I  wear  may ease  me over  the  gummed archipelagos
flag  spij-speckle  guaran islands slab secure and  fast
against  the  counselled wash an  eternal  fossilised chaw
that  resists  the  fiercest chemical blast

lost in this  sea    I  cannot  be   but shaken  by the  waxy  man  with his  head  of startled  hemp and  coterie  of cracked  carbon
as  he breaches the  domestic brink

turning a key, his shoulders  hunched  in protective  shawl against

the  spittled spate
he stares  back through me
for  sightless  miles insides out,  front  to rear, then  scuffles, rattling,  townwardly

cannot resist  the  insecticidal compulsion of the  green  and  white purgatory
where  the  neatly  stacked  wash  of fluorescence makes  oven ready  your  heaven
amid the  threnodial thrum  of
a  hundred syncopated Siemens

following  that   shuffling   cortege  of  the   bussed  in dead and  dying
I  am dutiful, altar  bound, avowed and  accursed the  host with the  ghosts in this  haunted  mall lost  and  lonely  within  England’s  mountain  green
it  is no longer the  god   bothering needles and  blunts that    draw the crowds
as  flat  screened pharmacological rapture,
that  trinity  of distilled, medicated caffeination

lead   a   once   pious   nation   through   a   precocious dream

maybe Allah yet  sees  here  his
Jerusalem  and  leads his children
upon  England’s  land  of  crescent  green

i(it seems)am like your skin. or also i like it. the way
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     u wear it. clever sugar hills giggle richly. in my mouth
soft candy. melting exactly on my tongue. and ravage
my pink. daft heart petals split your cotton wrapper,
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grace your tubercles in my hands with fingers splayed about
your quakes. cupping your electric pond blossom shudder queen.
  dance your sighs in the tremendous cavern of my lips; slay apprehensions
                              filigree scriptured on my soul.

you are my only; and beyond all others; are the sun; you; perfect; and horrible; yet; a dream; i would never wake

They brought us through the passage
Enslaved and tied to ropes
All jokes are cast aside us
With every smile for the words they spoke
On bended knee they forced us
Our smiling heads trapped in their holes
The metal sheet came down so gently
And there our laughing heads would roll

Come bearing down your sanctity
With a whistle, jump, and skip
Come shining in all your glory
Thousand beggars clinging to your hips

Jesus came to save us all
A smile for all our sins
Jesus came tell us all
"I cannot let you in now...”

I've scarred it over my body's canvas
My knife and rags are all but clean
I've washed in eternal holy waters now
But I'll forever lack that scriptured gleam
I've prayed to take myself out of this
With every breath I've given since
My dreams withheld for years to date
But he smiles at me and gives a clever wink

Come enter into your temples now
Grace us with an everlasting wake
Come bless all of us that entered you
Tell us that you're more than just a face

Jesus came to take us all
A hand to wipe away these sins
And so Jesus proceeds to tell us all
"But I cannot let you in, now..."

© 2014

If only the vivid images would translate so well
to paper as they do in my dreams,
then maybe one day,
I could paint it for you.
Maybe someday we could both relate better.
If only your scriptured words could lure me into submission,
as they do in your dreams,
then possibly you could sing a song from it.
And hopefully we can dance a little more.
Like before.