Senses of Emotions
Aromas of your cologne off of a dried rose hanging from my bedroom wall;
I smell you.
Wondering whispers of a recent past echoing through out my thoughts;
I hear you.
Soft kisses from a re-born sun caressing every inch of my newly warmed skin;
I feel you.
Cool crisp water emerging from the peak of a natural spring;
I taste you.
An angel forming from deep within the clouds, reaching out with reassuring tones;
I see you.
Rejoicing butterfly sensations bursting from the depths of my soul;
I sense you.
Baby blue tears quickly flooding the ink etched into this page;
I miss you.
Sorrowful feelings of emptiness and heartache caused by the absence of your presence;
I love you.
Nothing is Surprising but YOU
Last week A unicorn walked up to me, seized my dripping treat right out of my hand then disappeared into the hustle of people passing through oblivion…
This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.
Yesterday evening I challenged probability and kissed a frog. It turned into yet another average man. He wore no crown, bared no charm and reflected the very essence of your actions.
This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.
This morning I woke atop of a cloud immersed in its warmth by the sun I, free of care, slowly drifted back to earth and back to sleep. I was flying.
This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.
Today, alongside the phone, I actually witnessed a heart break.
I heard it crack. I saw it fall. I felt the debris of what was left and tasted its salty cause.
This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.
But that is all…
You are the pianist’s fingers,
the crystal goblet and the aged wine.
You are the million dollar smile
and the epitome of polished.
You are the expensive suit and
the penny-pinchers foe.
However, you are not
the skip in my step on a morning’s jog or
the tune that I sing in my evening shower.
You are certainly not the color filling my cheeks.
And there is no way you are the sparkle in my eyes.
It is possible that you are
the lover, but only of my sexual aspirations
and perhaps even the flavor of the week, but
you are not even close to being
the knight in my dreams.
I hope that you understand that you are neither
the annoyance beneath my skin nor
the bastard who embezzles the last laugh.
To me, you are just a one night stand.
I want you to remember, this face
looking down on you
from my worldly pedestal and I want you
to realize too late, that I am and will always be
the one that got away.
I am
the one thing you’ll always regret not fighting for.
I will remain within your gut
haunting your guilt-stricken soul.
And I want you to know that…
I am, free of you
and from this day on
will fail to recognize your face
as having any meaning to me what so ever.
But don’t worry, I am not the pianists fingers.
You are still the pianists fingers.
You will always be the pianists fingers,
Not to mention the crystal goblet and, somehow, the aged wine.
But, that is all you’ll ever be.
Mr. Wrong!
He looks at me with puppy eyes
but I can’t return the gaze.
He’ll take my hand and hold it tight
as I think “its just a phase”.
He touches my face with tenderness
and yet I shy away,
then draws me near to hold me close;
how I wish he wouldn’t stay.
He buys me things, opens doors and
although right, his words don’t bare
the mouth through which I wish they came,
from him I just don’t care.
His compliments are sour words
to my ears they just don’t sing.
He tries so hard to make me stay,
but with him its just a fling.
My game is rough; I pick and choose
and for this my wait is long.
Oh blessed the day when Mr. Right
replaces Mr. Wrong.
Beautiful and Talented Alike
Oh how I longed to be them: Them?
Any of them; all beautiful and talented alike,
gifted beyond my comprehension for
my voice was still so young and feeble,
my body so awkward and gangling, for I was a
budding girl, not like most girls, but rather like young boys with
my over-active metabolism and
un-proportioned feet, the addition of a
crooked smile full of metal and rubber,
almost made my pictures insufferable to compare to
Them: Any of them;
all beautiful and talented alike;
shinning through the screen
flawless of imperfections and
confident in the ways they walk, talk,
sing as if they know that
I, with the rest of the musical fans are
fixated on them and are not to be concerned by what
might be real so that I
disregard, for just that split second that I
am not like them: Any of them.
My frail voice could not nail that note for which he, the
one and only lingers on as if
he too is fixated, leaving me with only
a dream that I could one day sing the
infectious note that will hold
My one and only long enough for
me to show him my inner
beauty that, he may not know but,
will surely love so that
I can finally be the one to be
envious of, confident in my ways both
beautiful and talented alike.
Thank You Ella
I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for you.
Thank you for your gallantry and ambitions to overcome your minority label.
Thank you for your inimitable voice that opened so many doors for like people of the next generations to walk through.
Thank you for not dancing that night you were to give your first performance and thank you for embracing your, what you thought to be, derivative talent.
Thank you for staying resilient when times were so unmerited.
Thank you for teaming up for dissimilar sounds; those sounds are what ignited my own individual sound.
Thank you for leaving such a distinct print in the sand that it has become a landmark in history.
Thank you for displaying true passion.
Thank you for waking me up in the morning and keeping me company while I cook.
Thank you for calming my nerves and soothing my hurt.
Thank you from me.
Thank you from music.
Thank you from history and future alike.
Thank you for you.
