POETRY THURSDAY

LOOKING DOWN AT YOU

Looking down at you,
I see God's Love and God's Light
I see perfection and all that is right
I see your father and I see his wife
I see the very reason I'd give my life
Looking down at you,
I see the sum of all our years
I see pure innocence and a few fears
 I see a future of uncertainty inside those curious eyes
I see the rarest of loves, which is the devil's demise
Looking down at you,
I see generations of faith and strength
I see an angel's reflection at arm's length
I see everything that is wonderful in this world
I am finally looking at our beautiful baby girl
Looking down at you,
I see a joy I've never known
I see my lover's first born
I see the completion of our trinity
& As my tears begin to fall,
I see YOU looking back up at me!

©2007 B.DeVINE







So Far Gone

I can't go to sleep.
The foul stench of truth forbids.
Even if I could it wouldn't do a bit of good.
I would only be taunted by the visions that await my arrival,
And spend hours in thought trying to decipher their true meaning.


It's funny how the mind plays tricks on you.
Making you think you're everything that you're not.
Hyping you up for a moment that will never come.
I heard all the horror stories before,
but never believed.
I thought that it would never find me,
but it sought me out,
Making me it's newest conquest.


All my life I've been told to be different,
To do something greater than those who came before me,
To be a leader among leaders,
To take the road less travelled.
I listened.
I have taken the road less travelled,
And it got me nowhere quicker than anywhere I've ever been before.


This was over long before it even started.
Predetermined failure since day one.
I should have  BEEN so much better.
I should have DONE so much more.
I should have thought.
I should have tried.
I should have trained.
I should have laughed.
I should have cried.
I should have ran.
I should have done a lot,
But I didn't.
The world was ripe for the taking,
But I couldn't bring myself to grasp.


I used to feel like a someone.
Abundant with the ambitions of greatness,
Of being the great one...
Now I feel useless,
Living in the moment,
Waiting for the unknown.


I hate the unknown.
I hate not knowing.
I hate the feelings I get from not knowing.
I'm losing precious moments waiting for the other shoe to drop,
Shattering everything that is good in it's vicious wake.
I know it's coming,
It never fails.


These are truly troubling times.
Covered by a blanket of uncertainty.
I seek words of wisdom,
Hoping that they point me in the right direction,
But I only find more elaborate questions.


I wish I could show the emotions that dwell deep inside,
But I can't.
Something won't let me.
Maybe I'm secretly a glutton for emotional punishment,
Who lets things go until there's no way back.
Maybe things would be better if my emotions escaped,
Allowing crucial words to be spoken,
Feelings to be felt,
Individualistic dreams to become reality,
and everyday life to be lived normally.



Thanks,
Demetrice D. Prince
DPrinceWrites
http://www.demetriceprince.com

Cloven (Two Pieces of My Heart)

 

BY FIRECRACKER

 

Desire I must admit I have been thinking of you....... My mind swirling with thoughts of the passion that resided between us. I beg you to drink the aroma of my skin. Be sure to soak every nuance and hidden scent through every pore of your body. Don't miss a trace of my flesh that moistens for you. It's as if my skin cannot do a thing yet crave you. It hungers for your finger tips to graze all of the dripping places To quench the carnal desire of the covetous empty places. For I am certain your touch would send chills down every inch of moistened skin on my spine. My back would arch towards you and long for your girth. The Yearning But yet I lay here alone in my bed and tears for the love I just couldn't quite grasp fall softly on my pillowcase. It seemingly slipped right through my fingertips like silk. Still I cry tears for the sadness Tears for the loss Tears for the bridges I wish we together could have crossed. Tears for the ocean that lies in expanse between us. Your words renew and ignite my flame. They inspire me to write love songs and poems to you my sweet. They are the breath of the spirit that pick me up like the wind and carry me. Without your eloquent words to lead and shelter me I am lost at sea. I have no beacon to guide me nor lighthouse to run to. I have only my vague memories that seem frozen beyond the mist. I can barely see your form, your elegant jaw, your face. Yet my connection to you rages on with passionate flames. I know that you feel it. I know I hear your words carried by the wind.