As the blood stained tears run down her face
eyes full of sorrow Longing for the last kiss
she leans towards in hope theres no tomorrow
falling deeper clinging like a wilting rose
she gives her lover one last kiss
as gently they embrace
before she leaves she bears her lips
upon his pale face.
Cutting deep she fills with blood within herself
she lies dying insearch of her own race,
Once a gentle breeze upon the night
From a whisper witihin the trees,
Rage seeps within dark skies
she dreams as time flies by.
Darker the Night Falls
tormented by her vicious soul
she tears away through endless pain
and creeps the walls
Left out to taste the rain
she wants to cry,all alone she wonders why?
Leaning forward bearing hands upon her head
Longing for exquisit taste her eyes turn red
she turns in haste for more blood
only deeper it runs through her veins
Silently she creeps away
as she gone insane?
once loved, is now set free
from all pain
she doesnt want you to see
dusk sets the morning dew hits the air
gone to a state of sleep
Of where shes meant to be..
This is Norfolk
Feet stamp the sidewalk
Flap flap flapping
Off to somewhere, anywhere
A hot summer day in the city
With nothing and everything to do
Streets cars people buzz, a sturdy hive
All I hear is the wind across my water bottle
Humming a melody of the distant seas
Of sailors’ tales new and old
Far from this life on the brink of the ghetto
Cool water brings relief from the southern swelter
This is Norfolk
Azalea buds roll by
Like fuschia hipsters on a mission
Too focused on the next big thing
Nor pay mind to a country girl like me
Nothing and everything here is like home
Comfortably unfamiliar
A longing for the simplest gesture of welcome
Just like these streets I am
Caught in the middle of fitting in and belonging
Too misused to be treasured, yet too offbeat to be forgotten
My potato and your grits make an unconventional union
This is my Norfolk.
A little stream of bubbling sizzles,
Came near my toes and through my fingers.
As I was watching the air flow,
My heart was racing, then went slow.
I couldn’t cope with all the stress;
This anxious, noisy, grey regress.
The aching longing for a breeze,
Even the slight wind of a sneeze,
Would calm the skin and the forehead
And rinse the heat with chill instead.
If jumping clouds would cure this mood,
And concrete buildings stripped to nude…
Blow ice drops near the neck, oh Pole!
Cover this rock’s feeble shield’s hole!
Make streets gently slide and noses frost,
Take the breath of the core home at last!
Fly to the far corners of both Norths,
Bombard the middle with freezing slopes!