I am Always, but more when I want to be.
Tag: adoration
Again, until We meet
The Dog knew it was Man’s Best Friend
He made his life worthwhile
as they aged, the Dog aged faster
And, as the Man aged, He ran slower
Their connection lasted through death
Protection then came by dreams
He knew He had taught Him well
Then, when His time was up
He no longer dreamed alone
Waiting patiently on the outside
With His lights so bright,
His best friend jumped into His arms
without jumping
As if guided by a leash,
He led Him into forever
Again
Out on a limb…because of “The Solid Rock!”
I am so distressed, right now.
My Jimi Claybrooks piece, “The Solid Rock,” was damaged. Not only have I tried finding a replacement, I have no been able to connect with the artist.
The framed print is so inspirational and sentimental to me. In it’s pristine state, I was the envy of all my friends in Atlanta, Georgia. I purchased #1052 of the limited edition 1800. It would be okay to have anybody want to ask, “If it was so important to you, why didn’t you protect it better?” I deserve that! Just like one’s own spirituality, it should be protected…well-grounded.
Things happen.
I am in great hope that I can capture the attention of either the artist, Jimi Claybrooks, or someone who can point me in the direction of a newer print nowhere near the $850 asking price.
Sometimes, I guess you can put a price on sentimentality.
Quitting.
I must quit you.
You speak to me,
as if I’m not there.
Then, You dissipate.
Together, we sing
so joyfully,
only to escape my spirit
in search of my soul.
What more melody
can I take in,
until I am hooked
at first stanza’s end?
I know I am here.
And I sense corruption,
a cou-de-ta to make me into
a robot of dysfunction.
It’s been fun
even when I didn’t have none.
Just too many to choose from
all in one night. When I do.
That is a lighter I never want to use again.
Just say, “No.”
When I ask your feelings
about something I did,
Humor me, then
Don’t abuse me
Don’t let me feel
I am doing it right, when I am not
It’s like laughing
without sound. Poking at me
If I ask you your opinion,
make me feel like you’re staring right at me
Let me see the truth
before your smile becomes a wall
If pleasure never finds you,
How long will you ever stay?
Words are never meaningless,
as long as the right action is taken
In The Bowels Of A Rust
Churn the damn scam
that awaits its moment
to rear its truth
Like smoking weeds
green, brown, sticky
laying prostrate
telling secrets to onlookers
who marvel and record
defecated prayers
Wishes are all You have
Verbiage reins supreme
Smoke smells
before ideas flow
Yet, who will fail to flush
after You wipe
Then so, who won’t?
How much length do You need
to pull out the real You
Maybe hip-flex color matters
when I reach for the air
The Girl
Swagger
Not just a sexiness
But a way that separates those
who try to imitate
No belt necessary
For her waist is commandingly
proportioned to her mind
Watch her as she speaks
Lips curved to deliver
a teleprompter’s speech
Hands that do accentuate life
She wears her garb
as garbage falls to the wayside
Flawless in every way
She is her own jewel
while they all would love to
rest on her skin
Flowing winds cannot contain her
Mountains and all molehills
crumble to make a way
Rivers plead for birds to
take a cool but passionate dip
to capture their lovely song
Though not a fallen star
the Heavens follow her
With a strategy that
matches her depth
All Hail when she
Enters
Even when not alone
Dear
Overdrawn so
But not insufficient
There is still a fair price
To pay for this old Love
That never ceases to lavish
Elegant yet self-made
Infallible yet vulnerable
Mysterious yet predictable
Empty is never an option
Even worn out
The face still shines
Penetrable yet resilient
Breakable yet irreplaceable
Envied when alone
Full when lonely
Imagined yet uncontrollable
A fantasy but fantastic
More but never enough Deity while impressionable
I wish you’d ask my name
The way you flip your hair
tells me you’re on it
But the way you part your teeth
I wish you would flaunt it
Don’t mind me if I stare
Or if you see me everywhere
Sometimes I wish you’d ask my name
The way you walk
down the aisle
could make a lame man
stand and smile
My how did you get your fame
Maybe it was the way you talk
that made men draw their own shadows with chalk
Damn, I wish you would ask me my name
And it’s a fine time
To make me thine
I got a name with my frame
And I’m down with a game
that would turn this smoke into a flame
I dare you
to ask me my name
When I think of our future
Makes my insides need a suture
My God, you’ve got me so tame
Our offspring from the sheets
would stand the test of time with tweets
Just give them my
own last name
Just let me love
to be loved
And then be loved
so I can love
Don’t make this a crying shame
When it’s time to lay your head
on my pillow on our bed
I hope I’ve made my mark with my name
Maybe I’ll Be Fine
All communication lost
You took away from me
What can I do
To make it stay
To make you play
To make you say
Hello, again?
No more clicking
Or ticking
Seems like someone’s picking
On me for no reason
In this season
Of heartache
And heartbreak
Can you take a little time
To tell me of my crime
I’m sorry, if I got out of line
Maybe I’ll be fine
If I show you your shrine
Maybe I’ll be fine
If I drink some wine
I won’t point out any flaws
Just because
You made so many laws
With all those hidden clauses
And dotted pauses
Where I did sign
Maybe I’ll be fine
Maybe I’ll be fine
If you sign
Mine
If you sign mine
If you have the time
Can you sign?
I’m running out of time
