Nothing seemed peculiar or out of place.
Just another day at her workspace.
Bright and early at 7 am, she clocked in.
It was
Friday, a time for some productive work before the weekend.
She had plans to work and return home.
But angels had other plans for Ms. Prudhomme.
From her cubicle, she quietly took flight,
Away from the daily grind and futile fight.
For four days, her avatar sat alone,
No more life, no more earth to call home.
For four days, nobody came to see about her.
Maybe there was a phone call, text, or email, but there was nothing after.
Nothing peculiar or out of place,
Just another day at the workspace.
She only wanted a kind soul to hold her hand
Remembering what life is, but forgetting why
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land
A solitary desert footprints lost in the sand
The journey impossible but still she'll try
She only wants a kind soul to hold her hand
She feels lost in this vast and lonely land
So much despair still her eyes remain dry
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land
Confused asking what will happiness demand
She continues steadfast and she will not cry
She only wanted a kind soul to hold her hand
Looking for the strength to make her stand
Always some truths that she cannot deny
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land
Time reveals two paths one bland one grand
A single star luminates in a pitch black sky
She only wanted a kind soul to hold her hand
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
I felt the loss of myself as the dark hours passed
Will this wanting ever end, how could I let it start
You were so clever slowly breaking me part by part
Brief moments of euphoria that never seem to last
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
Now I’m a donkey and for a carrot I’ll pull the cart
Slave to a cruel master and forever I will be outcast
Will this wanting ever end, how could I let it start
A wise fool I am, confessing myself I’m so smart
Foolishness displayed by the useless questions I ask
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
If you’re confessing your weakness, I’ll cast a dart
You feel the sting, and my words make you aghast
Will this wanting end, how could I let is even start
You want reality to be one glorious work of art
Out of that, only shame and regret have amassed
You invigorated my mind, then followed my heart
Will this wanting ever end, how could I let it start
As stated this was inspired by Denise Narayadu's poem. Denise is a wonderful poet who's work I recently discovered, she's gaining momentum quickly.
Denise
(D)evoted daugther, mother, wife, grandmother.
(E)goistic not in your description.
(N)ice caring loving person.
(I)ntelligent educated beautiful woman you are.
(S)uccessful. So many ways you been blessed.
(E)ver lasting phenomenal woman. my mother.
Amid 240 units of toil
Reigns my Connie
Where she walks
Is blessed soil
California sun
To match her hair,
No nature's beauty
Could compare
Sitting at a table,
With her friend Denise,
Mulling over a
Possible lease...
To an Indian
named Cochise...
Will he pay in wampum
Or scalps he'd taken,
Or Indian souvenirs,
Or maybe he's fakin'
Maybe he's
really from Jersey
Or maybe he's not...
Will he want
To keep buffalo
In the parking lot?
Will arrows fly
When he gets mad?
Will he smoke
odd stuff
When he is sad?
Erect a teepee
In his living room?
Keep six squaws
To dispell his gloom?
Ride his horse
bareback to work...?
Feathered head
that he can shake?
Or suit and tie,
Briefcase at his side,??
Laptop computer
Covered in cowhide??
It's a mystery,
As you can see...
Time will soon tell
What will be.
I'll let you know
how it turns out,
And even though
You likely doubt,
This story that
I'm telling you...
Yet, it's possible,
that it just might
be true.
Your the one that set my heart aflame,
Every time I hear your name;
The flame grows brighter, my heart grows
lighter,DENISE my heartbeat.
Your the gardener that sews the seed,
Your the flower that I need;
The seed grows longer, my heart beats
stronger,DENISE my white rose.
Upon my face,your a summer breeze,
Setting my soul and mind at ease;
The light breeze blowing,my heart all
knowing,DENISE my wind chime.
Your the one that sets my soul on fire,
Your my soul's only desire;
The fire,hot embers,my heart still
remembers,DENISE my candle of life.
As a river flowing to the sea,
DENISE is a living part of me,together
Forever we shall flow free;In the river
of life for Eternity.
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
An attractive woman like you
gets the attention of all men under thirty;
Denise,I don't expect you
to dress like a convent nun...
There are other ways to look sexy;
beside the latest fashion clothes
and glamorous,irresistible looks...
Denise,youcan still have fun!
Many are the dangers outhere,
some of the guys will hurt you with lies...
not this guy you refuse to talk to!
A sudden,unwise decision
will influence your attitude,
then your freedom will shred
into a thousand pieces
and disappear into thin air!
It's time you used some wisdom
and showed some consideration!
Denise,put all your trust in me...
I've dated girls who had gotten
in unpleasant situations,
because of their silly intentions;
don't be like them,Denise...
turn around and listen to me,
and you won't be entrapped again!
Oh,Denise...beautiful Denise,
I kissed you first in the April moonlight;
and I hate see another hold you in that light!
Oh,Denise...beautiful Denise,
our dream can't crumble before our very eyes;
give it a new life...so that it can shine like stars!
You made me feel confident abut myself.
You began to love me like noone else.
I am glad I could be myself around you,
you made me feel like there was nothing i could not do.
You made me realize that there was more to life than the eye can see.
You made me realize that without you i could not be.
The Love we had will forever remain in my heart.
I will Love you forever even though we are apart.
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