Yesterday is wrapped loosely
in the barbs and silky vapor of memory
Tomorrow is a Mahogony wall of steep hope
slippery anxiety -
the what if ascensions and virtual vertical falls
the Present is a awkward roll on an ocean
of crimson crests and sable troughs
perfumed sails and bow crushing sirens
flashes of flippers and fins-
sudden slashes and clicks
the tapestry of grand sudden sorrow.
"Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue." - Mason Cooley
Dark are the eyes of my love -
dark like freshly brewed coffee
brimming with the lust for life
Dark is the skin of my love -
dark like a beautiful ebony night
and velvet to my touch
Dark is the hair of my love -
dark like soft, rich sable
through which I tenderly run my fingers
Dark is the mahogony obsidian chakra of my love
which empowers him with strength and sensuality,
and mesmerizes me with the poetry of his soul
The winged heart of truth hovers the seeker's sea.
A prayers length beyond breakers and dream.
In a star dust nest roosting forever patiently.
Immune to sirens and those dark art dancers.
A golden mist never grasped by fiery hands.
Never to be plucked and caged in selfish bowls.
Always beyond the seeker's water colored alone.
Blooming and glowing in accepting heart gardens.
Mahogony strong in whirlpools of dorsal finned doubt.
Only purified souls can taste the angelic fruit of truth.
A platoon of fools will never tempt its gilded scales.
FACE PAINT
Will ART take me back to my maker again ?
My last breath goes..... as mahogony waits.
Scriptures I know have laid paths now and then
Gather not roses but thoughts of my face.
Shadows are cast as my sods they sink low.
I followed the cross with faith and despair.
Reckless at times with much sadness bestowed.
Drunken nights vexed, I was not always there.
Feasting myself on loose women and wine.
Cocktails with Satan, I'm sorry were supped.
Friends tried their damnest to keep me in line.
Values once held are now covered in muck
Was sweetness had, as a sinner and saint ?
When you see my face, which one will you PAINT ?
William Willis
DETECTED DECEIPT
at last
i detect the delectable aroma of the past
the shine of her perfume
whils't i stroked her golden hair humbled by the loom
at last i need sleep no more
for she hast walked back in my door
with a muffled rap on mahogony and pine
for once again the lovely be claimed as mine
bejeweled and beddazzling whist bethothed to beauty alone
i gazed into whisome eyes that always and ever shone
she'd look at me from across a kitchen table
and i would catch my breath if i were able
at last i detected the odor of yesterday
and recalled nearly everythiing the lady had to say
then i remembered the flash of her anger and ire
and now i detect the odor of a smoldeirng fire
so go once again and leave your scent behind
for i don't need to see you or have you inhabit my mind
beause the aroma was sweet as tupulo honey harvested from a vista vast
but now you're gone again.......at fu**ing last
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