fade a way

i have a friend who's stuck in the past

she's going insane and she can't get away

from memories that make her miserable.

i wish i knew what to say to make her day a little brighter...

now..i see

when i see him smile

a light lights up in me

making me shine...

i love him.

everything he is

and will become is beautiful to me

the man that cradles my body

and massages my feet

sweet, like sugarcane

soft and hard at the same

time arms enfolding mine

this man is wonderful

makes my soul sing to the music

he is listening to me breathe

and i believe he was made to be

with me.

black bird

oh the black bird

perched high up

in the tree

sings so beautifully

about the beauty

of the morning

the black birds sings

cause the sun is shining

and not one thing's

wrong with that

the black birds crows

and runs across the roof

spreading the news of

the new dawning

she's happy

that black bird

chirping away

not a care or worry

about what lies ahead today

just singing that happy song

encouraging others to sing along

and join her in

loud chorus

oh that black bird sings

every single morning

around 5:30

while i'm still sleeping

gosh i love that bird

for making my mornings noisy

and not a care nor clue

'bout the extra 2 hours i'm due

damn that bird!

i can make you feel loved

oh lonely lost souls

walking down dark roads

looking for a mother's hand to hold

there is a light shining for you down hope road.

we are all cut from that same thread

be filled with the water and the bread

for now. i can hear your cries in my head

at night when i pray for you in my bed.

cause the butterflies float through the night air

bringing colour and laughter to your faithless ear

do you hear? do you hear?

they're singing your prayers

yes they are.

as the circle of life still looms

and the witches have all gone off on their brooms

let the children walk around the room if they want too

their time to shine is soon.

and i can't wait to see them fly.

poem 4

no spoon

no golden ticket

no lucky 7

no jiminy cricket

no sunken treasure

no gone till september

just dried up weeds

and forgotten tomorrows..

poem 3

see me

not the

slur in my speech

limp in my walk

threads in my frock

woman i'm not

colour of my skin

texture of my hair

company that i keep

cross that i bear

look closely

tell me what you see

as i've forgotten

who i am...

poem 2

soft silky hugs

chocolate arms

enfolding my spirit

sweet smells of man..

poem 1

i woke up today

in my bed

in my room

in my house

in my clothes

in my toes

while CNN reported

my sisters and brothers

have nothing

and i only just remembered

to say thank you..

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