So Long...(Back when I hoped I'd be someone's someone...yet that someone still left me)

Strange as the dreams we set, forget, the seeds are laid in our forgiveness, fullness.

Help us reach the untouchables,

Forgettable, label us the monsters of consciousness.

Move on from hurts. Blurts of what set us aside,

It’s in the mind, take my emotions on a ride.

Erased are words you claimed completed my world.

Felt like your number one girl.

All is forgotten, you left marks unknown to my being.

I roam knowing, I was worthy of meeting my possible Life King.

It was amazing, emotions you raised that falling, deeper in your aura of un-felt loving.

All that’s left is to say Thank-you.

I’m cemented, firmly in your grounds so new. I felt you.

Saw you as my partner in love.

It’s kept me awake, it wasn’t fake.

Left and gone…I’m grateful I knew you and went through all I did with you.

Lovers of Love

Days when shyness pinned us to our own demons.

Seeing our hope listed under the removals, since then a woman has stood the trial.

Grey days were when inferiority packaged our existence, having no alliances.

The wise and old, all races…somehow all dream of a free country…

One embracing our intelligence first, ignoring what’s deemed sultry.

Acknowledge our sweet injection of love into everything we touch.

Giving the unmaterialistic treasures and giving birth to God’s beauty.

Pieces of His Majesty shining in our off-springs.

Grant us…allow us to defeat the injustice and constant beatings.

Give us a chance to not see the green-eyed monster, looking back in our reflection.

Allow us to smile without having a flood of tears drowning our stint of joy.

Allow our voices to drown the critics.

Deafen the whistles gasping at sights of beautiful skin.

We love the sight of harmony.

The feeling of understanding.

So long we’ve waited for complete freedom for the world’s life-bearers.

Warm nurtures, replicas of angels...

Fear the power they possess,

Well mannered and hardly careless.

No perfection but a journey to wholeness.

Greatness is forever in us.

See our worth not from what pleasures you had in mind.

Rather polish our worth with genuine words while appreciating our presence.

Women are sprinkled with only what we know and understand.

Morals, values and good characters.

Lovers of love and abundant givers love.

1993

The inviting face of a happy ever-after...a bubble of light fairy colours and shades.

The chasm is broken by a burning sting from a brewing pot of disbelief...”It could never happen.”

To sadly sit through reality, paging through fantasy pages and drawing the outline of each character as though they would appear before your sights, is a thieve to the present blessings.

It is a frilly beginning to the rest of nothing. 

The simple gesture of a warm dashing smile creeps into the lonely heart and formulates hard to believe possibilities.

Slowly and surely the brewing pot of self-image disputes threads a thick rope of scepticism and doubt that some dreams will never come true.

The rope gets stronger each day...it hangs over dreams and unhurriedly forms a loose noose in case everything crumbles.

Yet it seems all, if not, most dreams have crumbled...yet the hope that tomorrow might bring gold keeps blood flowing, pumping life to the musty heart.

Process the “what-ifs”, birthing the idea of eternal bliss. Sadly the assured bliss isn’t tangible at the moment.

We share laughter and thoughts, a bit of this and that...playing peak-ah-boo in each other’s minds.

Yet it isn’t enough to warrant further communication. Or perhaps there shouldn’t be further communication.

The cover might be appealing but the content could very well be unexciting.

Muddled in the passing years...a change in ages each year, you endlessly look forward to your treasures.

Perhaps the eyes should remain shut and instead search with the heart, or maybe the mouth should remain quiet, allowing the soul to speak.

Well...the skies hold our conversation and in the clouds it shall remain.