Poetry

Spiritual Dilemma

I hear his voice calling out loud Rolling my name around his tongue Seductive whispers, a softness that's hard to resist Yet loud enough to drown out all other voices Of reason, of sanity, of maturity and spirituality A jealous lover, yearning to have me all to himself To hold tight and together, explore forbidden lands Blanking out all consciousness; my mind his prisoner Lust blinding my vision, so he's all I see.   Seconds of rationality tell me to halt and revert Retrace my steps and keep to the straight path A path of righteousness that'll gain me eternal favour One void of regrets, disgust and shame But I give in to the temptations of my flesh Subsequently owned by that which I own Desire overpowers me, the voice of reason fades God's forgiving nature, I take for granted As I get closer to my short-lived pleasure.

Complicated Melody (Response)

If she were a colour
she’d be a deep shade of ruby red
a passion bed of roses spread around pillows of forest green
sinking through a light screen of crystal light
if she were a number she’d be a ten
a mother hen tending to the young...the not so strong...
if she were a car...she’d be the Shelby GT500
cruising on tarred highways of pure delight
she’d bend around tight corners
and still carry that proud traditional beauty
with only one passenger’s seat to cruise with her...
covered to shield from the sharp pain of sunlight...
with an engine that roars as it soars on the wind

if she were a song she’d be the soulful sounds of jazz
deep from Africa’s bowels
mixing and blending the beautiful sounds of thought with the joyful sound of the sax
driving anyone who cares to listen...