Hello, Sistar Sapio
Can I have a moment of your time?
I just want to express what's on my mind
I would like to know,
Can you go?
Better yet, will you come with me?
To a place where our minds can be free
My dearest, let's just zoom away
Far from here to a place of sagacious interplay
I would love for us to heave way up yonder
To a celestial space where few go and wander
A place where we can talk about 6 protons, 6 neutrons, and 6 electrons
True biology and kemistry, exploring the nature of carbon
You shine like a diamond
Beautifully glistening in my mind
An effervescent erudite
Just bubbling with light
I love the way your synapses and dendrites spark
A beaming light in a world so dark
Well-read, well-traveled and so versed in history
You turn on my love light when you speak about our story
Yes! Your elocution is second to none
Taming tongue twisters like a tornado that has spun
Sapiosexual I'm feeling...
your beautiful mind got me reeling
Your hippocampus is like a bottomless pit...
where loads and loads of information sit
Sistar Sapio, you're such an alluring cutie...
the more I see, the more I want to study
I miss the longing of our love
When it walked on babies legs
And you clung to me
Like I learned to cling to you
Before dreams of shattered teeth
Before my heart bore you to sleep
With falsely warm arms wrapped around my chest
Do You Love Me Anymore?
To nights sleepless in Berlin
And early morning sunrises
And the most pleasant surprise
That you hadn't left me after all
Now you don't even call
Even ask
So I fall apart
far from your eyes
For now, to see me, they must beg and seek
My ego, shriveled back in its shell
I tried to warn you, Erudite
Loving a child never ends well.
THE EURIDITE MONK
(Apropos Thelonious)
The misunderstood rhapsody
of the ebony-ivory union
reflects a oneness of time
and space fathomed
but to the freed ears
picking up the syncopation
of mind body and soul
of the sellers and the sold;
While gyrating auction block
crescendos split crazy melodies
shoveling shattered shackles sliding
sliding between the mosaic beauty
of the whining keys echoing echoes of echoes.
Let your ears blink
and it all slips sleekly by
and the uninformed cannot comprehend
the beat of rhythmic thoughts meandering
a melodious mind leaving mental footprints
tap dancing on seasoned tympanums
vibrating blue notes between bebop bars:
harmonious inertia movements
challenging a decrescendo fading
of the monk’s mosaic mastery.
You are an erudite in disguise
dawn to dusk I dive in your blue eyes
You inspire even the legends
Breaking the rules of the established trends
Carving a niche, With your poetic weave
I fall for your truism, the intense criticism
Cannot conceal your Talent; for you are the gifted one
In due course of time all platonic art will fade away
The charm in your poetry would rise beyond the horizon of perfection !
Years , decades and the centuries will sing of your glory
human life is uncertain but your verses shall be chanted by rivers and mountains
I shall sleep with your immortal soul but Will you think of my soul ?
Walk unpacified strides gently down the way
Moves unpredescented glides gently for the foray
Eyes locked,gaze in a lustful guise
Black gentility melange smiling eyes with a touch of topaz
Fingers tiny in a sexy set unison of a kind
Beautifully and wonderfully made
Longing to disappear
Flee with lips spitting "hi's"
The golden turn,smile of an angel
Oh,what a beauty Monalisa would chide from
Ravishingly raw wound with strewn muscles
Drew me closer than I ever thought
My erudite scholar won't you read me?
Read me like your long long array of books
Shelved and stashed away in places you alone can reach
I noticed you from go...
The day the mountain came to Mohammed
Ever,ever fresh in memory for keeps
As I'm carefully left alone to sort out
The left over of my thoughts
Would I ever let go of you?
I wonder
When at wit's end with seemingly no way out,
every decision is questioned with fear and doubt.
I take a step back and assess who I am,
only to find out that my heart and mind are condemned.
Nobody to blame but myself,
for ignoring the problems when I needed help.
Five years of chronic misery,
denial to accept the end, to scared to see.
I'm on the outside looking in,
while crawling out of my skin.
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