Thursday, September 18, 2014

Wings of Love

Let me be your angel
Silently watching your struggle
Looking for the perfect opportunity to enter in
And be your strength
Waiting patiently
Looking at the smile on your face for the world
But seeing the frown upon your soul
Hearing your tears fall
Listening intently to the sound of each drop
Hitting your pillow
You don't see me
But I see you
I see through you
I seek to you
Making my request known to the Almighty
To come to your aid and requite thee
Standing tall with war clothes on
You shall no longer weep nightly
Let me be your angel
I don't want to be your hero
Because they all have a weakness
You have dealt with too many weak men
And I want to be your defense
Trust me
Many men think that they can budge me
But just see that I have more strength
To just us with no one's league
I don't need validation
Secure in my own being and stature
So much love that you'll feel like you're caught up
In the rapture
Let me be your angel
The one you come running to and I'll run through
Whatever the storm is I'm here with you
As sure as the stars in the sky are for the lighting of night
There's no need to be afraid
My arms are fearfully and wonderfully made
To hold you through every test and trial you bear
Just join me and our souls we'll bare
Feet walking in clouded bliss
To commemorate each breeze with a kiss
And when you feel my spanning protection upon you
You will feel the desire to transcend beings and exist
To express the contact of my hand on your heart
Your worries have caused you to crumble apart
Your hurried regrets have plundered your thoughts
So now I must begin again
Let me be your angel
I promise
I won't hurt you
For I have been waiting for you

~ Soul Erotic series

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Her Red in My Blues

Can I play it again?
She wanted to drown out her hurt in my notes
Those melancholy memories of what was
Suturing her heart back together for restoration
She hoped it would end
That pain
The tearing of her emotions
The knowing that her body had been given
To a man who was only taking
Without thought of receiving
The sour play of a chord
The decay of accord
I continued to serenade her
As she danced on the floor
Her countenance was spent
Like a weary soldier who lost his bearing
Fear left the conscience
It was now up to instinct
Which was why she came here
To hear
Something that would remove the darkness
And replace it with solace
Because at least then
There was a chance to come to
For her to break free
For the instruments to play softly
Until she could figure out the next piece
To her number of life
I will play it again
Only for you

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Aces and Eights

Life is about the cards you are dealt
But too many cry about a misdeal
Welcome to my parlor
Games are meant to be entertainment
But some think they are beyond the rules
Fools they are
Putting their confidence and consciousness
In the hands of those who could not care less
Are you ready to play?
The deck has been shuffled numerous times
And even cut many ways
But I guarantee you can't win
I am the house
The dealer
The competition
And the pit boss
The one you want to ante up against
Before the cards fall before your hands
Be careful when you lift them up
I know what I'm holding
And can bet that by the time you make up your mind
That you want a hit
Your next knife is before you
She told you that she loved you
And you bought that
Put the deed on it
Only for her to tell you that she has a man
And she has a fam
That she didn't think that you really believed her
But since you did
She will ruin your plans
Still think you can win?
Did he tell you that you are his only girl
But found out that he just fathered twins?
And the man that you thought was his cousin
Was his boyfriend?
The car he picked you up in was in his mother's name?
I laugh at you who think that you can have all the fame
This game is not for the delusional
Your reputation does not precede you
I gave you that only to deceive you
Just like now you look in your hand
And think you see two pair
But you don't see who's there.
You thought long and thought wrong
Because instead of thinking
You should have been watching
Ask Wild Bill when you spot him
And when all is said and done
And you thought you had fun
Only to find yourself in darkness
On the wrong end of the gun
Look at the trigger man
If you can't see him
It's because it's you
You should have known it was loaded