Her ignorance is not his bliss


With a bittersweet smile he gazed at me

Looking like he had something he had to say to me

In my mind I wondered who his girl would be

This friend of mine who is the best there can be

Flesh and blood and loyal to a fault

If I were a man and he a lady, I would court him so.


I look at her, perfect as can be

I look at her and wonder what could be

I look at her and need to say

“Have you ever known that your plus one

Is the one?

Have you ever wanted to walk into a room

with her on your arm?

Have you ever wanted someone so much

It left a bruise on your heart?

Have you ever held the love of your whole life in your arms

Knowing you had to let go?

Hoping for a sign, a nod, an acknowledgement

With non forthcoming!

Have you ever had to sit back

While others threw their hats in the ring

While in your heart of hearts

You know that between you and she

It was meant to be

Have you ever wanted to be the sparkle in your person’s eye

See your face in your love’s child

Because I have, I do every day!”


With fleeting sadness and sorrow only I could see on his face

He proceeds to laugh of my heartfelt dismay!

“I am the rake of rakes, i would not know of such nonesense

My heart belongs to only you my love”

Was he serious ?

I don’t know

But why were his lips curved but his eyes so sad?

Looking like a man of acute illness of amore

Utterly perplexed I asked my friend

For there is no secrets between us

“Who is this lady holder of your heart?”

I would go and plead his case

Or petition for his heart release

Surely she must be ignorant not knowing she denies him his bliss

Even before my phantom there was always him

No red blooded woman could help but love him it seems.


That First Dance


He looked at me

Slate gray eyes

Dead pan face behind a phantom mask

I could swear he looked at me

Cowering away behind my intricate mask

Keeping up appearances

As any proper woman should

I could almost swear he saw the fraud in me

Mind wondering in tawdry paces

I can almost see his smirk as he acknowledges the harlot in me

Special thought crosses my mind and I gasp


My shame a public spectacle

Modesty slaps me across the face leaving me red

And deliciously ashamed

Like a predator smelling injured prey

His head cocks up in my direction

And he smiled

I know he did because my heart stopped

Like a deer in headlights I search for the hostess

Can you point me to the nearest exit please!

I am on fire!

My body screams leave

And i turn to make haste

Bid the Duchess adieu

While my heart is still intact

But alas! Etiquette betrays me

In the hour it takes to gather my skirts

You have me in your arms

A willing abductee to a charming Blackbeard

Dancing the Foxtrot at an unbecoming abandon

Pardon the blush, with you I am so wanton!

life’s wonders


thank you again, u r awesome!

Hello employer

I am checking in to earn my keep

But hello?

What is this?

Is this a wash station where i park my stallion?

Are you trying to tell me I am not fresh?

I apologize, I did not know!

Alas I will refresh

Take that extra step to be your success.

Oh What A Life!


The intricacies of a short life
Vivid death
Lackluster afterlife
Encased in a bombshell body
With tawdry mental ramblings
Oh what a life!

To be wined and dined
Praised and adored
Lavished and coddled
Utterly spoiled
Oh what a life!

To sleep on a cloud
Partake fresh from a stream
Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Pampered mercilessly by Oriental silk
Oh what a life!

What happens?


I have to thank jingle, for inspiring me and giving me that wind that my sails needed to launch my writing boat.

So tell me what happens

What happens to the damsel

Who’s distress was never heard

What happens to the damsel

Who’s prince just never came

What happens to the damsel

Who’s prince met a two-bit hussy

What happens to the damsel

In a tower straight through to old age

What happens to the damsel

Who’s dragon got hungry

What happens I ask

What happens

What happens to the damsel

Who only talks to mice and sings with birds

What happens to the damsel

In a deep sleep with a prince who wouldn’t kiss her

W hat happens to the damsel

Who was too tired to feel the pea

What happens to the damsel

Who the dwarfs did not take home

What happens to the damsel

Who planned to be married at twenty and is now still single at forty

What happens to the damsel

Who’s frog prince was just that, a prince of the ribbit realm

What happens?



I am looking

Looking for the perfect place

A place to rest my heels

A place to plant my roots

I started at the birthplace of mankind

But the coup after drought after epidemic

My delicate sensibilities was overcrowded by insecurities

Hopped the red-eye to the land of opportunities

With the opportunity to be shot by the drive by

Maybe fight in a senseless war

Being as I am not really a blood person

I figured I would scurry on down to Europe

Be sophisticated if you may

Bougie anyone?

Apparently i am not made for sophistication

Comes at too high a price for me

Drugs and bulimia

Snootieness and utter absurdity

Not for me

Now I am here with Sheik Akbar

Trying to see if maybe its less hectic here

Here there is no color coding of levels of danger

Or the hectic burden to go to war

Here you see, I have less problems

I live next to an oil well

I am a Slave


I am a slave

A slave to fashion

And yes, fashion often laughs at me

A slave to knowledge

With wisdom using me as a punchline

A slave to fantasy

And a star in reality’s thriller

A slave to reality

My individuality on life support

A slave to my skin

Chained up, whipped, bent over serving

A slave to my principles

Or is it my mother’s principles

I am waiting for a march

A declaration of emancipation

But who am i without my slavery

Freedom may be overrated.

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