Damascus Queen

roadside she stood

shrouded in a cloak of Passion, Pride & Purple-Blue Grape Flavored Bruises reminiscent of Flower Blossoms...

jet black tangled braids covered in green cast-armored head dressings

towering flagrant in her flamboyance

she was statuesque & sensational but meek in manner & humble in demeanor

dictated in dominance by the dimensional standards of what was never excepted

she was professing I am only that I am...nothing more

her posture spoke a passive & unobtrusive riddle

standing in avoidance through her down-turned eyes focused on the road

she spoke & told me that she can see my thoughts & felt love when she touched my words

but I heard nothing...

she was a tall, brutal & voluptuous figure

pronounced unwaivering

but held not an inkling of incline or aggression

I knew that there was more...

I knew that All I was witnessing was only the beginning of a Journey where the Destination was of no concern...

I wanted her to roll this road with me...

I asked if she was here for me...

she only declared that "I am here Forever"

(to be continued)

daydreamer

my daydreams are like an outer body experience...

wishing i could witness u in real life at every moment... 

wishing to see what your doing now...

in the daylight with a flashlight

she had a flashlight in the daylight...

high noon hanging outsiders without a rope...

deep sea diving & admiring brilliantly beautiful options in speechless water life

she passed outsider off like rugby laterals

skating circles around outlined images of her in thoughts...

NO,

she was not looking for it...

but she still stalked it...

illuminated by her own spotlight & theme music

red carpet statuesque magnificence was only magnified by the flashlight she had in the daylight

she said she saw me

but she would not let me speak b4 I was hung like an outsider at high noon

at first thought

we exchanged vows of loyalty without a witnesses to be seen

crossed hand over heart because i could not find my bible

we exchanged vows of trust but there was not a witness in sight

deep weary late night eye contact pledged honesty though she did not want it

we exchanged vows of monogamy although I was the only one in the room, complexed of why you were not there

ignoring the reality that I could be here without what is deserved

what is desired & what is not seen

& u are what I have been eluding for over 30 years

everything that I should be half of

all that should make the whole that I am if I am to be...

at 1st thought I awaken to what u are & the romanticism that I have conceived...

Be Real

& I will Vow & Pledge Everything that "I AM"

She Speaks w/Me...

Conception of Heaven told timeless stories in her eyes...

Her voice sang soft words spoken...

"Good Evening Brother"

My Heart skipped & sputtered like it lacked Fuel...

Energy Low & my knees wobbled...

I swallowed pride & said I just want to listen as she spoke timeless stories with her eyes of how Heaven was Conceived inside Her...