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Cheap Sexual Me

She only came to me when she wanted wine
Meeting at a bar could do that, tainting each meeting
I always had a bottle of her favorite wine ready
She was rich, married and miserable 
But beautiful.

She had a key to my apartment 
Never knocked just walks in with pain
Holding a cigarette to her mouth
Calling my darling, followed by Hi
She smelt of roses, and gun powder
What a woman.

Sip and sip and we talk and talked
Pain caress her tongue linked to hate
Hate towards him, the husband
After she stained the wine glass
With red lips, she would break them

Throwing them across the room
Loving the noise of glass breaking
We made love when they broke
Then she always leaves with little words
But leaving 200 dollars on the table.

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What If There Were No Black People

As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.

Are you happy now?

Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.

"Revelation 13:1-18"

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One Last Tear

The saddest tears to me are from the eyes of a clown.
What does he have to cry about? When his job 
Is to bring many happiness. I always hated my job.
Kids and balloons and cake that breaks me out.
Parents lying to like me only for my clown services.
My life is linked to popped balloons.

I cried and got fired all in one day at a kid’s birthday party.
Black tears from my eye liner drip on a white paste cheek.
Followed by a red nose that honked if you squeezed it hard enough.
An orange curly haired wig that covered such a tragic mind.
A poke- a -dot costume that covered a broken heart.
Who sees a clown’s pain, When it’s covered in laughter.

I’ve always wondered when I would have my last laugh
With this job. But today all I noticed is my last tear.

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I Fell In Love With a Suicidal Girl

I only tell of sunny hours due to sunny wanting days
Her sandy brown skin and melting baby blue eyes
Told a story of sorrow. I only tell of sunny hours
Due to sunny wanting days, a haunting of shame
Manages to storm her mental mind. Kicking out 
The sunlight that would save her. 

I only tell of sunny hours due to sunny wanting days
Rushing her in and out the dark places and shadows 
Called a hospital. Bloody love is what she called us
Pills that targeted her throat that were linked to the dark
I only tell of sunny hours due to sunny wanting days
For the sunlight would save her, I’d praise.

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One Leg Boy

Standing on one leg
With spit running down my face
My fist balled up with anger and shame
They did not care to much for my emotions.
Although, a little white girl smiled at me 
From a window in a saloon.

She was the daughter to the Sheriff of our town
Beautiful young but white. I ugly young and black
We just don't mix boy, is what the town screamed in my face
Throwing rocks and pouring buckets of horse piss on my head
I would ask questions in my head whispering Why not?
Is love colorful? or colored one color?

As my leg grew tired so did my wanting to live
I started to cry and the town started to laugh
They whispered in my ear. Feeling lonely boy?
I couldn't speak the hot sun dried out my body
Then I finally fell to both blacken knee's 
Then she came. The beautiful young white girl.

She said little words
But her crying eyes watered my dry body
I stood back up on my one leg 
And my chain up hands reaching to hold her
Whip and whip is what I felt next 
The sting of the whip from her father
The towns sheriff.

Whip and whip and whip
She was taken away and told 
To not leave her room again
But she could watch the  boy
Die alone for wanting to love her
She cried harder as they whipped me more.

I've been standing on this wooden block
For 10 hours and the sun hasn't let up
Nor did the town. The rope like hoop
Was thrown at my feet. And a voice spoke
Time to meet the devil boy. I closed my eyes
I begin to dream standing on my one leg.

I dreamed of her
How we would kiss behind thick trees
How we would hold hands when the town was sleeping
And how she would kiss my one leg giving it a blessing
She adored me lack of my leg and skin tone
As the rope caress my neck. I kept my eyes closed

The crowed of the town chanted die  boy
One leg monster. Black and white don't mix.
I kept my eyes closed and begin to do something
I never done. I prayed to her
I said in prayer to her. My white angel
I will always be with you.

Cry for me only today
And bottle memories forever
This world isn't for me 
But the next world will be for us both
I wait for you standing this time on 
both legs.

I love you.

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I Sit and Wish I Was a Kid Again

As bill’s begin, to create a mountain
My son also creates a fort out of them as well
My wife is worried in tears as she goes into work
I lost my job, so I am Mr. Daddy day care today
As my son whom is 3 years old poops with a smile
I smile back and I sit and wish I was a kid again.

No worries of a wonder, just smiles of fun
Cartoons and video games and sticky sweets
Bicycle riding and play grounds with monkey bars
Movies and popcorn and a soda pop was a treat
Late night dreams linked to fairy tales of animals
I sit and wish I was a kid again.

As the night comes and my son is fast asleep
My wife is sleep faced in her work at her desk as well
I tip toe to the living room and turn on the tele 
Tip toe to the kitchen and grab a big bowl and spoon
Grab my favorite cereal “Waffle Crisp” 
Then the milk rains down onto the spoon.
I sit and wish I was a kid again.

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Whisper of Love

She came to me in a dream one night
The last time I dreamt I was only 10
She floated through my bedroom window
with a smile and little to say, so beautiful 
She was. I lay still and solid like brick
Afraid to speak and whispering a prayer
In my head to God if its a dream only
Please never wake me. My life in reality
Only consist of an 9 to 5 job I hate
And coming home to Netflix and Max
My dog.

She moved closer to me and kissed me
With big beautiful full lips like a sliced peach
Her skin of mahogany brown and soft like
A rose petal. She whispered in my ear
"I'm Your Love Story" Then she kissed me 
On my forehead and floated back to my
Bedroom window, she turned back to me
Whispering to me "Love is not an illusion"
It's very real if you believe in fairy tales.

I dreamed in a dream that very moment
When I was a kid my mother read to me
A book called Jasmine. A woman who spreads
Love to the world because love heals all
I remember how Jasmine looked from the
Book. She looked like the whispering woman
In my dreams, that now are dreams of love
That I hold and take with me in reality
Living in a world drowning in so much hate.

Still praying to God daily if I ever have
Another dream of love, Promise me
You won't wake me.

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I Dreamed a Dream

I dreamed a dream that I fell in love with the moon.
Her eyes were white, and jade like with a touch of blue.
The body of a woman who would ever knew.
The stars begin to grow jealous of how we shined
The dark skies whistled love tunes for us
The sea water would create waves crashing in the sand
I dreamed a dream that I fell in love with the moon.

The night is forever young, for we are forever young at heart
I whispered to her in her soft ear. She smiled and kissed me
I grew chills that danced bumpy like on my skin
We danced on Mars, we chased each other on Saturn
We hugged on Jupiter and cuddled on Venus
Finally fell asleep on Pluto. 

The earth begun to shake, and dark rocks begin to fall
The dark sky was falling apart, and the moon was to
She crumbled right in my arms like thin glass
I started to cry crystal tears that shined strongly
I awake on the soft night sands of the beach of Hawaii
Gazing into this huge white baseball without the red stitching
Stuck in the dark skies with stars as cousins. 

It was only a dream. I dreamed a dream that I fell in love with the moon
If it happens again, please pretty please do not wake me.

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I See You

Let the music play and dance for me
Without covering up your stomach
We came to my place to create beauty
This date has been more than that
I love it when you blush.

Stop going to the bathroom to check on your make up
And again, move your hand from your stomach
I stare without blinking at times to never let a second waste
There goes that loving blushing smile once again
Take this towel and wipe all that “not you” off your face.

Wow! All that unknown beauty stands before me
Finally, your hand is at your side. Now you can blush
Your beauty dances in your eyes and sings in your smile
I don’t care what he said, he is the true definition of the past
We right now in this moment are the definition of everlasting love

Never dance with me with a past mind
But always with a loving smile if earned.

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Bottled Memories

As I sit on the beach
With a empty glass coke bottle
The wind is blowing and so is my thoughts
The sand is cool, The waves whisper your name
The dark skies are empty of stars, But full of night.

I begin to cry, Watery tears 
But I dare not to waste them
Each one that falls from my cheeks
The empty glass coke bottle 
catches each drop.

For each drop is a memory
of our love.

Rest in heaven my dear.