you entrenched me in

subliminal erotic fantasies

with alien like obscurity

then through the post

you sent me

a box of scented

pink hankies

from a distance

you were training me

to become

a lonely self abuser

I always knew

you got off on the word

Isolation

so now I’ll get down

on my bloody and scarred knees

I’ll say please

and squeeze

if you whisper me some dirty words

Taxi of fools, pulls up, outside the front door.

But I’m yet dead, upon the floor.

It wasn’t me, who made the call.

I’m still alive, and shall not take the fall.

My life has been full, thats not an excuse.

And there is no good reason, why I should lose.

Why must I forfeit, my life to you?

When I know my years and months, are not yet through.

Driver return your cab to base.

You have the wrong address, and your in the wrong place.

I’ll let you know when, I’m ready to make the call.

Crystal dreams.

Lights in beams.

A crystal leaded rainbow.

From lights reflect.

Not what we expect.

Yellow gold.

Colors bold.

Bright and shining not for old.

Sheep returning to the fold.

Fleece a lacquered Rainbow.

Silver streaming.

Cups a gleaming.

Aye but I said.

I knew that man was dead.

Something to do the way he looked.

There was no chance that I mistook.

The expression on his face.

I’m sure he wished that he was in some other place.

But no, he was lying there staring into to space.

A body dead , no grace.

It was sorta funny, in a funny sorta way.

There was I full, optimism ready to play.

Baby in your nightmare dream.

I hold your hand, and it may seem.

You are all alone, with no one there.

But I am here, to love and care.

With your murmurings, and soft moans.

Ill chase away, those weary groans.

I am here to share, with you.

The horrors, of your nightmare blue.

I am brave, and do not easily scare.

So be assured, I‘m here to care.

I have been here, all your life.

To protect and shield you, from life’s strife.

To hold you lovingly, and say.

From your side, I shall not stray.

Crazy Lady, Shady past.

Broken fingers, arm in a cast.

The streets aren’t like they used to be.

Dangerous and barbarous, for a woman like she.

Judgement bad, mind has gone.

John in the car looking for the bone.

Body overused.

Tempers fused.

Then came the violence.

Take the beating, keep the silence.

He walked away.

For him just another day.

Used to be good.

Payed very well.

Had plenty of food.

Maybe its just a bad spell.

Dance inside a crystal ball.

Throw a shadow across the wall.

Make the shadows ,dance to the pipers tune.

To the light that cast from the silvery moon.

Shadows dance and spin around.

From the ceiling to the ground.

Holding hands then curtsey, and bow.

The dance of the shadows, the time is now.

Dance to the rhythm, Sway round and round.

As if they were dancing, to a silent sound.

Whereas there is no sound, the music is loud.

Always look at your self in a positive way.

And take each day a step at a time.

In your heart you know you are good.

Never allow your self to be misunderstood.

Look at yourself in the mirror, smile.

Flow like a new morn stream

Be proud

Ceaselessly believe in your dream.

Your "wonderful" yes shout it aloud.

Today is the first day of  the rest of your life.

Believe all in front of you is not strife.

Remember as person you are complete.

Who am I, who is me. .

Looks in the mirror to try and see.

The reflection that looks back.

As a matter of fact.

I thought I was white, not black?

My skin is ,well lets just say not very white?

It came as such a shock, day turning to night.

How will those around me treat me.

Now I know,  I’m not the same.

But is there anyone to blame.

I really should have known?

But then others around must have recognized.

And strange as it may be, they  haven’t criticized.

In the autumn , of their lives.

They sit, reflecting a wonderful past.

Its been a good, she has been a good wife.

As the sun cast it shadow, which will last.

They sit, in humble thankfulness.

The music has long since faded.

Anniversary party, gratefulness

A life, that nothing has shaded.

He looks into her eyes.

A flash of tears gently cries.

Tears of happiness.

Tears of fruitfulness.

Gently, he holds her hand.

Squeezing it, with a firm reassurance.