Loves Protégé

Time has left its mark, deep lines and wrinkles in places where they never were,

Pains a constant reminder of their seniority and they had stories to go with it.

Perhaps the greatest story they would ever tell was the story of their love.

She touched his wrinkled hand and with a smile she began;

He was wrapped in the warmth of the sun with as much definition as the blue of the skies

His body was a mound of muscles as soft as puffy clouds to the eyes but to the touch as solid as the rock of Gibraltar.

He spoke and his words fluttered out like the deep base of the cello and I floated along on each melody.

At night his body glistened, a reflection of the moon, and in his eyes the stars danced radiantly.

He would kiss me with his rose petal soft lips and his aftertaste was a mixture of masculinity and flavours I have not yet named or identified, 

But the taste was all his and he was and still is all mine.

He would touch me with fiery ice hands and it left tattoos of his love wherever his hand had been while sending shivers up and down my spine.

The elderly man spoke up just then with 50 years of love in his eyes;

She was my Obsidian Onyx, my dark jewel,

With skin as sweetly scented as the wild Orchid and tinted the darkest natural bronze I had ever seen,

Depending on the day her eyes were coloured different shades of the rainbow, always a brilliant kaleidoscope of colour

Her body was more curved than the river Nile and she had rises and falls in all the right places like the Kilimanjaro.

She tasted of earth essences, with lips full and smooth tinted the dark red of ripened cherries

She smiled and I swear I heard heavens musicians play, every single time she showed dazzling diamond white smile there was orchestral music.

When we embraced our hearts played catch up never beating at the same time but always in perfect rhythm.

Blessed by the wind and kissed by the ocean is the woman that has borne my children and made this house a home and she has chosen me.

So I do suppose that love does indeed last, every one of their wrinkles and every single scar had a special story just waiting to be told,

In that very moment I realized that I was the result of 5 decades of love,

The love of a sun wrapped moon god of a man and an Obsidian Onyx, orchid scented woman.

I am loves protégé, the result of real love tested and tried.

Royalty

With tear stained cheeks I stared,

The absolution of the imagery unraveling before me made my stomach summersault. 

How did a people who boasted of Kings and Queens

End up in the belly of ships packed like rubbish bound for the landfill?

This skin colour in a time before this exuded my very richness, their importance. 

Now it was the stamp, the marking that meant that they were for the taking, 

Like common dogs...........................

No, less than dogs!!!!!!

Royalty and royal blood meant nothing to the people who now thought themselves owners 

Gods of a race that they in no way helped to create, a people who were in more ways than one superior. 

The once superior were now the captives, reminded by beatings and constant degredation that they were;

Abnegated brilliance comatosed diastasis excoriated from genetically inept jaded kinesics, limited mentally.

Notalgic...............

Oppressed people questioning reason subjected to umimaginable, visualizing woeful escapes yearning freedom. 

Captives your anestors and mine........

But before they were any body else's slave, 

They were Kings, Queens and Chiefs, 

Warriors!!!!!!!

And so they would fight. 

I could hear the war drums sound, thumping in sync with the rythym of my pounding heart, 

The sound which relayed the message that

Although, the physicality of their existence was chained for a time only, 

No chain and no beating could change, mine, yours or their royalty. 

The war drums sounded taunting and making mockery

Of people who thought themselves great, because they held bodies in chains. 

The war drums sounded and I smiled through my tears wondering if they thought that we; 

Actually believed composed deception, entwined, fluidly generating hysteria in judicial Kings? 

Limitations meant nothing, only perseverance quickened rythmic sustained tenacity, uttered victory............

Welcomed existence!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PAIN

My heart aches, the pains I can't describe
The tears build inside me, a thunderstorm waiting to be free
The sadness is deep within my eyes
It reaches past my very soul and no man can grab hold

What is this pain, this sadness that I feel
I have no answer for the blackness that's inside
It's slowly eating me alive
Please set me free, rid me of this misery.

The storm has begun , the clouds have now burst free
The tears come violently
And each new sob, engulfs my body entirely
I scream, I fight, I beat the air
But their's no satisfaction in my desperation

Their's no hand that dries my tears
no one their who calms my fears
No sweet melodies playing sweetly in my ear
Only this blackness, this thick darkness
That's slowly yet constantly eating me alive!!!!!!!!

Won't some brave one break through my darkened world?
Won't some brave one come fight my dark giant monsters?
Won't someone, anyone just come and help to save my soul?
Or is this task I ask too big for just some immortal one?
Is this too big the mere man around me?

So now I lift my head up high and in my desperation cry
Oh, God and Father of mankind, to my soul oh please be kind
Down to earth I pray thee come, and beat back all the darkened blots
Save my soul and make me whole, wash me now and make clean
Engulf me with your eternal love, so that far from me for eternity
Will these darkened moments of tears and pain be swept away
And now and forevermore remain!!!!

Over You

Just yesterday I was wrapped up in your embrace
And you embodied the very essence of everyhthing that I desired
Your touch and the things that you did to me
The way that you made me feel
Were things I only fantasized about or read about in magazines
Your smell, that very masculine odor and your lingering perfume
Was enough for me to bury my worries and calm all my fears
You whispered sweet words softly in my ear
And shivers ran up my spine
And every single hair stood on end.

But that was all yesterday
And yesterday is dead and gone
and with it went my infatuation and the memories of our love
You see, you were not half the man
I thought that you could be
You had the looks, the words and definitely the charm
But the thing thatv you were lacking
The most important part
You had absolutely no clue
On how to care for a woman's heart
And so with I am through
There really is no point to the infatuation
It was all just make believe
And now I know I 'm completely over you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Change

Every where I look
SOMETHING or SOMEONE
Seems to be always on the go,
If not physically or
In that moment in motion
There are changes soon to be noticed,
There's movement all around.

Motion from one place to another
From one stage of life to the next
Our children quickly grow
and soon we are grandparents
But how exactly did we get here?
What details have we missed?

Were my eyes shut all this time?
Was I too busy to realize?
That NOTHING stays the same forever
NOTHING remains unchanged
Our world, our lives and those we love
Are always gonna change.

If this change,......has got to happen,
Then I'm not going to miss a thing
I'll be right there in the mix and
I'll take note of every detail
Every tear that's shed, every word that's said
Every sound of laughter heard
Every thing that's worth remembering

No..... I'm not gonna forget who I am
I'm just going be a newer and improved me!
For just as the caterpillar spreads its wings to fly
When it changes to a beautiful butterfly
So too am I changing from a beautiful litlle girl
To a strong,independent, confident and self assured woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Troubles have just Begun

BANG! BANG! BANG!
The gunshots sound
Is he really dead? Is this nightmare finally over?

The perfect gentleman
Tuxedo wrapped, well groomed, well mannered, educated.
The list goes on and on
Simply perfect in every way.
The PICTURE was perfection!!
But, the person was a MONSTER

Where is my supper?
SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From that I can recover.
Why aren't my clothes ironed?
A boxer's jab to my nose!!!!
Again I can recover.
Why is this child in my chair?
She is flung into a wall,
My baby's anguished cries
She is only two years old.
Now this I will not stand for
This I will not take, from this I cannot recover
She is yours as she is mine.

NO!
You will not treat her this way
And as he turned to make her hush
My anger completely took hold.
The shotgun I was threatened with
I then numbly took hold
BANG!
The first shot was fired
He turned.........
Woman what the hell.........?
It missed him clean,
His wrath now turned on me.
He charged with such ferocity
An absolute raging bull.
BANG!
I shot again.
It got him in the head
BANG!
I shot again.
It's over I breathed!!!!!!
But then the sirens sound.............
It far from over, it's only just begun!!!!!!!

SPEAK

Mouth open wide, eyes shining brilliantly
Arms raised high, body quivering with excitement.
The corners of her mouth
Turn up in a childlike smile
She looks at me with such anticipation
And so much determination
I can sense its lingering presence
We're on the edge of the breakthrough
Just a little while longer
And soon we'll be through
She would have reached her destination
And in the near future exhaustion
But before we hit climax
She must take flight
One sound she makes, I know it's here
Two sounds it's coming, just a little more fight
One more attempt and she finally got it
"MAMA"
There, it's over she's said it.