Mona Lisa’s Got Nothing On Her


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Skin reflecting sin
Where do I begin?
Even her hair’s so fair
With glasses on
She becomes a song
The epitome of wildfire flair

She makes a background smile
Never ever moving all the while
Making a flash soft as fur
As Winter becomes Spring
The past becomes a thing
Because Mona Lisa’s got nothing on her

Mesmerizing forever
A creation all too clever
Statuesque causing commotion
From where did this soul come
When she’s been right there, under our thumb?
Giving rise to self-promotion

The heavens make it clear
Her beauty brings a tear
Whereas envy can’t concur
The past found its muse
Repeating it just to confuse
Because Mona Lisa’s got nothing on her

I died Again


I died Again.

I died again
Last night
And then, Again
Today
Every time I close my eyes
I can’t see
until I open them
Again
And then
I don’t want to
I don’t want to have to
imagine what life would be
could be
without the use of my hands,
Legs, feet, tongue, ears
minus the butterflies inside my head
Minus what they call a brain
I don’t want to be insane
But, I can’t keep my eyes
still

Real Meadowlarks


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Posers

Dosers

Fine mark for the closers

Taking and faking

Shaking for the money

They’re not making

 

Real meadowlarks

Hidden by the question marks

Riddled them with scathing remarks

Carried away by hellos and harks

There are the lights and darks

Masquerading through themes and parks

 

Protection

Perfection

In need of direction

Truth isn’t what you see

It’s just a ghost

Between reality

 

The drug that’s green

Makes them so mean

Smiling on paper or a screen

Jealousy pops an artist spring

When they are forced to sing

Passion isn’t always in the feeling

 

Meadowlarks are so real

Colors of wonder you can feel

Elusive as they love

Tunes perfectly fit like a glove

Melodious treasure field troves

See how the lonely smoke their cloves

 

 

Boys And Their Diamonds


Diamonds
Diamonds (Photo credit: Kim-bodia)

At one glance

He’ll take a chance

At being larger than life

What circumstance

It’s still romance

When he buys one for himself instead of a wife

 

Because

He likes the shine and the glare

That make people stare

He’s so rich having so much fun

Why take them off

Let ‘em gawk and scoff

Boys can wear diamonds

 

Maybe he’ll compensate

With a package

 that never comes too late

It’s easier to take anyway

Underneath it all

Who cares about a ball

When it’s the nut that makes her late

 

What they won’t do

To get close to you

If only they had the funds

it’s not just the brother

who forgets his lover, or mother

 who would try and smother

a boy who wear diamonds

 

At one glance

He’ll take a chance

And dream of visions of sugarplums

Not just for the girls

Grown ones in pigtails and curls

Make room for the boys who wear diamonds