Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith
Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you.
Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.
Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.
On the day of the Lord the human shall fear,
A terrifying god whom will Christians duly Peer,
The dead shall live again - the Christian tear,
A monopolising Christianity that cannot hear.
With, or without, all people are flatly, truly loved,
Without malice or tub, to jingle coyly ungloved,
Whatever the decade, decision, rubbed, tugged,
A transcendental god shall ring these beloved.
Talking clouds blown by earth’s graphic might,
Pose for the distant, scathed by a distinct light:
Enemies rise n’ fall as if tugging the dark night,
Offsetting the juggernaut of the ready birthrite.
A thought for people, bound, wet in eye-glare,
Principles, claims and chains won’t be the fare;
Nothing will work except behaviour and blare,
To suggest an ascent coloured by another wear.
All people are of inherent and fully equal worth,
God dies again for the decliner’s identity of birth,
Inside - not as proactive, with his mobile hearth,
A blacklist deceives those fleeing their childbirth.
Dominique Webb
Push- by Dominique Smith
Push through they say, keep pushing my way, dark cold wet sorrows and woes, spring comes for flowers and pressed for beauty. Hold on not yet, push down and keep it there.
Others aren't watching no one cares. That's not true or fair enough to get yourself near some warmth. So many lives are effected by lies and rejection. I try so hard, smile as the world throws eggs and expensive items in your face body and hair. Push through they say they have to keep you at a distance why patting your back. They have lives and they share but your story is for bed time and the snores you hear.
Keep it pushing, A saying in itself. Meaning I dont have the time to pretend I feel your pain. I don't celebrate your wins but I touch your shoulder to give you the illusion that I didn't know your failure was close. Like the shadow in the corner that followed you since the moment you were pushed into the spring from the cold dark wet obiss
Pulling the thread - Dominique Smith
Go a head ,Do it. You can, no one has to know. You could keep it to yourself, so go on. Make yourself pull that thread, What would happen? Would the world implode? Would your garments become fragile? Would the game become more specific?
Have a good time, pull the thread. Make life easier. Good morning, pull the thread. Now, break the strings intertwined with the shackles on your emotional performance. There right there pull the thread. Peel back the scab, Fogged head. Calm the purple skies of clothed hatred. The thread is loosening, pull it. Your embarrassment will be hidden. But what will happen?
Moths have come and taken interest, Gnats would be spread. The old will rewash the silks and the cotton, The new will become filth and serve as a carrier for hate.
Sit down - by Dominique Smith
Sit down! Sit yo ass down! You need to chill. What happened!? Whatever it is it's your fault. Because I see you as a problem with no solution. No one is looking at you. Sure try and say( hi) They'll think you have an attitude. You say nothing and you have a bad mood.
Sit down somewhere maybe you'll blend in, No not there, that has people. No not there either they don't know you. Smile! No not like that, you look like a murderer! Omg just sit down! Why are you shaking?! You're too old for this ! Damnit pull it together and sit down. You look lost and stupid! This is why you got what you got as a kid. You cant go home now! You just got here! You're too sweaty! For sake smile!!! HEY! shut the up!
You're doing great. Just pick a spot and sit down. You look amazing and you're the one In control. Remember that you are great. I love you so much, you make you're own sunshine! Now take your seat and sit down.
Why is a word that can cause an argument. Why do I get stuck in the my head? Why do I have labels on my skin? Why are you being so dramatic? Why do talk that? Why aren't you happy? Why are you happy? Why do ask so many questions? Why can't you be like the others? Why cant you sit still? Why don't you just shut up and get over it?
Why would you say that? Why is he doing this that to me? Why won't he stop? Why am I wearing clothes associated with my age yet he sees me as an adult? Why is this a tradition? Why is it common? Why won't she be nice to me? Why won't she just love me as a sister and not as a punching bag a reminder of the past the face she saw crying in the back as the show goes on!?
Why do strangers get the love of a blood when I get the fat that's collected when separated!? Why do I have to yell the same only to be met with confusion expression and laughter? Why do I get the feeling of being selfish when I always had my self and why do I have to be the bigger person with smallest number out of three?
I guess the biggest why is ( why me?).
Was it the Longfellow Bridge? Massachusetts?
One night we crossed a bridge on foot,
Dominique, my travel friend this summer 1989,
And seated we contemplated Boston at night,
Summer was hot, the city friendly and joyful,
We talked two hours about this new country,
The lights of Boston were full of Promises,
There was something soothing about America.
Était-ce le pont de Longfellow ? Massachussetts ?
Une nuit nous avons franchi un pont à pied,
Dominique, mon amie de voyage cet été 1989,
Et assis nous avons contemplé Boston la nuit,
L’été était chaud, la ville amicale et joyeuse,
Nous avons parlé deux heures de ce nouveau pays,
Les lumières de Boston étaient pleines de Promesses,
Il y avait quelque chose d’apaisant en Amérique.
PS, un souvenir qui est resté dans mon coeur,
bisous
One Love
By Rebecca Dominique Morris
What’s the difference between you and me
Why can’t we be who we were meant to be
Is it because your black and I’m white?
Because your complexions darker and mine is light?
Do we not all bleed the same blood?
Why is my race a barrier and something that can’t be understood?
Just because we were born of different origin
Doesn’t mean you should judge me because of the colour of my skin
Our differences shouldn’t define what our souls feel
Is what we feel not real ?are we not both human and do our hearts not beat the same way?
Do we not live in the same world where the sun rises and falls each day ? Is it not the same god to who we pray?
Why aren’t our minds and body allowed to connect
Why is that something that we have to forget
That people tell us they cannot accept and therefore we should regret
Was love not created to unite
Denial of a basic human right
So why allow it to be defined
As despite my complexion , we are all gods creation and one mankind
Happy Ever After
By Rebecca Dominique Morris
Two hearts entwined
Two souls aligned
Two people that now are one
On a journey that has only just begun
A life together full of joy and laughter
Your very own story and happy ever after
Two lovers who crossed paths at the right time
Two people who overcome the mountains they had to climb
A true love story that is in the mists of being written
That would have remained untold if not so smitten
A story that began with the touch of each others hands
Fate always ensures god’s plans
Two lovers caught in a gaze
Destiny enabled love to shine through in many ways
A joy brought to each other’s lives
A relationship that will continue to thrive
Two people who stand here today
Showing commitment ,love and honour on their wedding day
Two lovers who will continue to grow
And reap the love in which they sow
Two hearts that now beat together
Two souls that will always endeavour
Two people who were made for each other
One who is now a husband not just a brother
So here we all stand today
To bear witness to your wedding day.
And now as husband and wife
Here's to happy ever after for the rest of your life.
What I’d give to hear you say I love you
Just one more time
By Rebecca Dominique morris
What I’d give to hear you say I love you just one more time
To spend even just a few more hours and make those memories mine
What I’d give to just hear your voice and you call me sweetheart like you did
To be able to just express all these emotions I feel
God forbid
What id give to hear you call me princess and say goodnight
To have no darkness and only have light
What I’d give to turn back the clock
And for it to be my front door not heavens where you next knock
They say time is precious and once you lose it you can never get it back
Memories , videos, pictures and songs on repeat but more time, we lack
There was still so much for us to say and there wasn’t enough time
The road ahead now long and a hard climb
How could you leave us behind ?
Because please tell me how I even say goodbye, to someone who has been with me my whole life
Who should ,but now won’t see me become a mother or a wife
God ,What id give for everything to be All okay and fine
And just hear you tell me you love me, please just one more time.
Here’s your perfect
By Rebecca Dominique #ladyarabella
I remember the day that we first met
I never knew then how much I wish I could press reset
Oh how I tried and I tried to be perfect for you
Do you even recognise how you’ve hurt me and have a clue ?
I tried and I tried to make us great
But all you did was take take take
I remember the day that I actually fell for you
For some reason that I can’t forget even if I wanted to
I’ve realised now I’ve had time , My best was just fine
But we were flawed by design and you couldn’t help but cross that line
So you won’t see me reach out and break
Because this one is your mistake
One thing I asked was for you to never lie
Oh the times you’ve made me cry !
The fact I still care and want you to be happy drives me insane
Even after all this pain
See I know that I’m not perfect
But by design were all flawed and have a defect
But now I’ve found a perfect way to let you go
I don’t need to Say my last hello
I really hope it was all worth it
Because you’re far from “perfect”
Awaken My Soul
By Rebecca Dominique Morris
Touch me and kiss me with gentle lips
Run my hair through your fingertips
Listen when I’m silent to the words I don’t speak
It’s more than just lust that I seek
Understand me in ways no one else does
Awaken my soul ,let me feel that buzz
Realise I won’t always express how I feel
But also that I’ve only just learnt to heal
Emerge yourself in your feelings embrace the fear and don’t be scared
After All these kind of things were meant to be shared
Awaken my soul but only if you intend to stay
All I ask is for loyalty and you to not stray
Communicate your needs as my ears are open wide
Allow me to forget all the tears before I’ve cried
Awaken my soul let the passion burn
Embrace me and give to me that of which my body yearns
Let our body’s intertwine in the dead of night
Let dawn break and it go on until daylight
Awaken my soul , watch the embers burn
Allow me to live , allow me to learn
Give me passion , tell me your desires
Awaken my soul ,set it on fire
Just like a candle let the flame flicker
Go slow ,then let the pace get quicker
See me bare and fully unmasked
Awaken my soul , without me having to ask
The spine of a hedgehog,
The horn of a stag,
The teeth of an eel,
The dearth of a seal.
Inside us all, the killer whale,
Searching, fishing its bale;
Settling, cradling the loser,
In a bold, deluded red blazer.
Packing the great white,
Into cheeks’ thatched might,
Squid freezes the past time,
For one more near rhyme.
Avoiding the fiery apex,
Large seals call and flex,
Because our first thought,
Is the other I bought.
Dominique Webb
Tensing, and about to move,
Clouds hover twisting with hoof,
Lingo parapentes this flush body:
Hurling shavings’ stop the prove.
A whale, psycho or streetlight:
Moss convenes the hefty truss,
Armoured spears fling to the bat,
Frozen in time to lure the buzz.
Naked! Bereft of pen and paper -
Paparazzi’s might slithers in dipole:
Collision kills this vapour, tribe, vibe;
The soul fraps, flapping a gold taper.
Whence is thy labour parapet -
Where are your stations and grain?
Why are solid requests paraphernalia?
When adjustments are fisture gain.
How you loath me - the self, soul:
Incanting verse and troth to fight;
Whilst proxy, spread, call, sound,
Legitimise oozing, sore canons - tight.
Butterflies come from caterpillars,
The human comes from trait, said dead,
Poesy loves grammatical technology,
And diversity clothes in personal thread.
O self, worldwide! How do you drift?
The miniature scoops cleaving the spirit:
Fine detail creates the abstract flint beside,
And structure charts float the pixel’s sift.
Dominique Webb
Jean-Auguste Dominique
such perfection he did seek
So precise & mastery of line
each painting 'finish' so very fine
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