Don’t Be Judging Me
Lost in your cavalier dream,
Thinking you’re so righteous
You are not versed
About how I am living;
Until you’ve had a moment,
To live my sentence,
You’ve got no business,
Judging my repercussions.
Some dealt a harsher beat.
And it just ain’t right,
To wield your perception,
Of others you don’t know,
Living within different means.
Hold your tongue!
Even in the same house,
Reside different minds.
Maybe I got a heavy load,
More than weary limbs can bear,
Better to lend a hand,
Than turn a dim eye.
You be judging another,
Instead of dealing grace.
It’s time to remove your shades,
Become reacquainted with the truth.
Perhaps it’s time to receive,
Someone else’s story.
‘If you only knew’
Maybe I can enlighten;
A difference of opinion,
Cannot be your reason,
For judging a neighbor,
Better to lend sympathy.
Who we become emanates,
From our life’s duldroms,
You musta had it easy
Doesn’t mean I’m rabble.
You think you’re a saint;
Try to view me at an angle,
Then maybe you’ll see,
Where you’ve strayed.
Freedom in who we are,
That is a far better gift,
Let go of your judgment,
Give room for another view,
Best always to forgive,
What you think is a sin.
It’s conceivable your lack of strife,
Makes you more wicked.
View me from another lens,
Maybe my soul’s purely genuine.
Who are you to judge another?
Falling in My Dream
Nightmares come to me even when I am not sleeping
Fire laps away at sweet thoughts turning them into ash
Away in a dream of gentle landscape I flee
Playing with fairies and heroes in my secret garden
Soft velvet touch of petal on my nose
I desired to suck in that fragrance
so it would fill my soul
It was sweet and I closed my eyes
Dance I did upon the page of music
To and fro moving with the melody light as air
That feeling of floating where nothing can touch me
Only sweet fragrance and kind melody
No longer do my eyes see
In the dark I play where memories fade
Floating in space where hands cannot find
I could fall forever and be so content
Only the wind to embrace me
Fire chases me and singes my fingertips
Blackened are what used to love
Bared teeth of demons snap
Petals open to reveal dead skin
What scent was sweet is now cinders of sulfur
The notes upon which I danced
dropped from the stanza
Songs disappeared and smoke remained
Holding onto to the last note
I lost desire to fall
With sudden discovery with no one to catch me
I would never sing again
All the Things Women are Afraid to Say
Is there only business left between us?
All we have left is to linger over mundane plans of regular life?
I long for the day of dreamier exchanges
Of the slut and smut that once existed between us
What happened to the seductive intimacies?
Why can’t we just skip the proper polite exchanges
And return once again to the excitement of desires we once shared
I tire of the day to day
I wish to linger in the nights of fire
Can’t we return to our delights?
I want to ravage and satiate savage heat of fantasy
I still feel the burn of desire within when I gaze upon you
I still dream wet dreams of experiencing you
The rare instances we cross paths
You still are aroused by me
And I remember again why I yearn to feel you so when we are apart
Because it is almost more than I can endure when I feel you inside
How quickly that moment seems to be forgotten in the days to come
I want to return to the days
When our conversations centered on our lust
It’s not that I do not care about how you are
Or the success of your pursuits
And I do have pride in your accomplishments
But I tire of the business of it all and
It’s just that I ache for heated exchange
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