That which hurts is so easy to say
but that which comforts
needs careful consideration
we can blurt out what hurts
but what comforts
needs time for some thought
the one is always loaded
ready to fire
the other needs priming
consideration and thought
the one is delivered
with forcefulness and thunder
asking no quarter
the other
with a tentative smile
and that obligatory affirmation
“Nooo, I mean it.”
the one tears deep
the other uplifts
we know this
because we all have been
bedevilled by both
we have delivered both
and we have received both
yet nothing has changed
one cannot help thinking
that it never will change
why is that
I wonder.
Red rays paint the sky,
every minute colors change;
Our hearts slowly sync;
Within the shadow of night
the flow’s constant, easy;
Panoramic gaze,
gold curtains lift on the stars;
Natural limelight
bathes the buzz of eager eyes
revealing all of their pizazz;
So very potent!
Captured by a tractor beam
ever glowing vibes;
Forcefulness beyond question;
Perfect sunset here with you.
My love frisks the ground
With a white cane
Owing to its poor sight
Its patience has stumbled
Its kindness stammered
And slipped.
But, Your beauty is my lens
Your strength is a beaming lust
Your lips as amplified as a yellow sunflower
and embellished like a vibrant lily
It got the drip like the morning dew
Your body like the horizons curves
Your Mountains providing security
Your Valley bringing comfort
Her skin a flowing river
Down the hill side
Your trees is like kinks rooted from heads of black women that rocks it’s curl in society and whose twist do not conform
I long to watch Your sun set
Her dark brown eyes as majestic as the civil dusk
Your smile satellites My World
like the moon
Its forcefulness like moon phases
It pulls and captures my love
And takes it closer to shore
And no one can separate us
Amid Your essence of beauty
My love needs no walking aid
It now walks by faith
And hope follows...step by step.
With Your beauty
My love can see to eternity
Inner
With a luscious fullness
It emerged
Striking nooks and corners
With it penetrating forcefulness
Enveloping the evolving clouds
Concealing the flustering desire
Shadowing doubts then guilt
As l muse to ponder
Plundering the doubts
As it surfaced with a formidable chunk
Pounding the chunking doubts
Again and again
With precise willfulness
Prising it to a priceless grit
Quenching the rising tension.
You are in a rage of huff
Being very strongly gruff
The abruptness in your voice
Is not leaving me a choice
I've been down this road before
Knowing what pain is in store
If i stay with one more chance
You are giving me that glance
Thinking eye contact will be
Weakening me instantly
I have to be strong and not
Let you put pain in my heart
Like you've done time and again
I need my life to begin
Without these torturous days
Your tempers been in the way
Of our happy life together
Thinking back I thought whatever
Came our way we'd work it out
With compassion--you just shout
Screaming words right in my face
That take me to a darker place
Than the brightened one we shared
With love showing we both cared
I have to leave for my own safety
Before all your forcefulness breaks me
Truth was on our side,
Lay with us in sprightliness;
The natural relegated itself,
To machinery and forcefulness.
Guns and ammunition raged,
Tanks threw balls galore,
Necessity was with the engineers,
And not abundant nature’s store.
But nature consolidated and was with us,
For though winds blew and we did hide,
We did not ever too deeply question them,
Because they never questioned our pride.
There can be no redder flower,
Than the poppy, steady and strong,
Alluding to life-cycle continuation,
By germination certain and long.
Hope lies with our thoughts,
Our desire for peace and love,
And in the poppy we can hope,
That animosity we come above.
WHAT DESTINY DOTH DECIDE
I may not have tomorrow
But at least I have today
I may discover sorrow
If you dare to walk away
Today may be my very last
No one ever knows for sure
I’ve learned little from my past
But I know the way I can endure
I simply walk on through grey shadows
And stroll on even when sadness calls
I walk on even when the road narrows
And rise whenever a weary man like me falls
I may falter along my chosen path
I may even have to alter my course
I may run into a vengeful kind of wrath
But I will forever fight on with force
Forcefulness may finally defeat my foe
Strength may stand me in good stead
Power may provide what I need to grow
And I shall grow so long as I am not dead
So now I have today strolling with you
And I also have yesterday’s vision
We know not what fate might do
But together we will discover destiny’s decision
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HUSH, CAN YOU HEAR THE DARK BARK?
I dream of darkness
i dream within darkness
my dreams ARE darkness
black born and begotten by beleaguering and backward visions
visions which reverse reality with retrograde remorsefulness
and fretfully frightful forcefulness
vision of coal colored clouds floating amidst an infallable fog
as I attempt to fight my way out of that fog with fists flailing in failure
while the slaying of sunshine makes misery its mark
my dreams are stark
my dreams are dark
i am darkness
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Our passion wanes as time persists
A forcefulness, it pushes forth
All my advances, you so resist
Is this just the natural course?
Are we destined to not meet,
Bodies one on astral plains?
Are our days of love complete?
Are we now in doldrums rains?
Let not our love be over now
There, in your heart, I know it burns
I’ll do my best…I will somehow
For you my love, my heart still yearns
We will… make again a life
So filled with love and true desire
Yes, I, this man and you, the wife
Will reignite the dormant fire
You are a mental giant but an emotional atavist.
Like the old cliche,
your forcefulness of personality hit me over the head
and you dragged me back to your dank, primordial mind cave,
By the hair of course.
And you also took me, consumed me and
made me bleed...
with my dark hair in your fists
your lips on my throat
all the while promising a
steady diet of wooly mammoths
a bear-skin bed
and the eternally-burning fire
on which we would toast teradactyl wings
and warm our dirty feet.
Only you knew all the while
you would eventually tire,
find another victim,
ban me from your cave
and toss me to
saber-toothed tigers,
having gotten exactly what you wanted.
Ignorant to the depths
of my unbounded devotion to you,
(what you once called my
candor and tenderness
with poetic grunts)
you are now doomed
to forever be concerned
only with your neanderthal needs
and your immature, primal
self.
My darling cro-magnon,
reflecting in the clarity of the sunshine and
inspired by the warmth of meat-scented breath on my face,
I have decided that
my priestess womb
will no longer be the petri dish
for your long overdue evolution.
Defined by the wind and clouds
The violent storm came upon the shore
As waves crested against the dry sand
Leaving evidence of forcefulness
As tracks from wind and water
Gave way to new topography
Standing on the dunes, mesmerized,
I then realized change itself is imminent
There are actions for everything
There are, in turn, reactions
Define not, the source of change,
But define the effect, to understand
Time and again,
life is as capricious as the current of air,
yet right now, I sense a nocturnal, harmonious blending.
The upper, black immensity is leaning over the sedated shore,
night is lukewarm, timely, gentle winds are pleasing,
the circular moon is distant, lit with a full lustrous face
and hemmed in by spangling stars all about.
Tightly clutched not only to nightfall's control,
but also, to its seeping of a tranquil embrace,
taking on, the inexpressible charge that I experience
while walking in the cool, effortless hours.
The euphonious deep, dark as crimson-red wine,
salts the atmosphere to preserve a worthy indulgence.
As it rolls toward me
through its appealing surges of approachable exchange,
it sees where I am encumbered.
Here in the billowing dusk, the massive deep
is a gentle maker of musical melange;
inserting a bliss of solitude
and sounds of clarity to linger on.
To this night I cannot come back to,
but I can consume and savor all of its assets;
the visible, the audible.
Forcefulness, Influence and Mastery;
the soothing and stimulating ocean strokes.