The secret I retain no more, in the shelves of my soul,
The tales and scales of our moments,
The darkest passion, with no comparison,
The craziest glamour, sired illicitly,
The brawniest mystical portion,
I never drunk from any pot but yours,
Whether they were a passing wind or infatuation,
I care not, for this is my proclivity,
This distance and silence, running deep and scary,
Hopelessly gripping to it, to cleanse dark crimes,
I still miss you in that silence and distance,
You are still here, beside me,
I miss you Ms. Faustin.
Categories:
brawniest, anxiety, black love, mystery,
Form: Free verse
I swear the stars that shine above
could make a grown man cry;
the twinkle that they boast each night
could turn the lion shy
and of the hare, the fox's pray,
make beast of brawniest back,
and of the fox make worthless mutt,
distracted from the track.
These stars I swear could bring
a tyrant, high upon his throne,
down to his knees in humbled state
to think more than his own.
A toad, or other beast of swamp,
made ugly by cruel fate,
would feel the breeze of beauty sway him
into dreamy-state.
It's no exaggeration
that these stars are heaven's eyes,
windows made of glass so clear
from 20 yards you'd spot the lies!
For truly lustrous things they are,
laid all around night's sun
Wish I'd brought my fishin' pole,
'cause I'd like to catch just one...
Categories:
brawniest, animals, nature, spacestars,
Form: Lyric