Read Your Mind*
Each thought is intricate
words and actions intertwine
lips moving, no comprehension
and I can't read your mind.
You tell me secrets
we converse to unwind
they don't know your feelings
but I can't read your mind.
Late night phone calls
texts to waste the time
you hide pieces of the puzzle
so I can't read your mind.
I ask so many questions
you answer with one line
mysterious in all your ways
I'll never read your mind.
~cdw~
12.17.08
*This poem was used as lyrics for a song composed by AVG Trio*
Just add songwriting to my repertoire. :-)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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THE REVOLUTION
My ear is to the streets
Raised voices
Marching feet
The restless cry of the weary
is a never-ending beat
The triumph over evil
A never-ending feat
The spilled blood of black innocence
The crimson red of beets
Put your cheek to the ground
Feel vibrations
Absorb the sound
Sneakers to pavement
Pound after pound
Like African drums
Round after bloody round
Feel the treble
Hear the bass
Keep the time
Step up the pace
The metaphorical march
of a sick and tired Race
It has begun
Wield your gun
The battle has not been won
Shielded in Ephesian armor
Heads lifted to the sun
and Son
Press on for the children
The generations to come
Never accepting defeat
I keep my ear to the streets.
~cdw
03.09.2009
My ear is to the streets
Raised voices
Marching feet
The restless cry of the weary
is a never-ending beat
The triumph over evil
A never-ending feat
The spilled blood of black innocence
The crimson red of beets
Put your cheek to the ground
Feel vibrations
Absorb the sound
Sneakers to pavement
Pound after pound
Like African drums
Round after bloody round
Feel the treble
Hear the bass
Keep the time
Step up the pace
The metaphorical march
of a sick and tired Race
It has begun
Wield your gun
The battle has not been won
Shielded in Ephesian armor
Heads lifted to the sun
and Son
Press on for the children
The generations to come
Never accepting defeat
I keep my ear to the streets.
~cdw
03.09.2009
Mr. Unexpected
Mr. Unexpected
I am looking for Mr. Right
when I should not be looking for
Mr. Unexpected.
I look for the former around the corner,
but he is never there.
Meanwhile,
the latter is behind me
sight unseen
because my eyes don't sit
in the back of my head.
Mr. Right is usually unavailable
or late for a dinner date,
so Mr. Wrong shows up in his place.
Meanwhile,
Mr. Unexpected is on the other side of town
drowning the stresses of his day
in soft jazz and red wine,
NeoSoul and a home-cooked meal --
that's the stuff I like.
Now Mr. Right is no longer
on the market.
He recently got engaged
to his college sweetheart.
And Mr. Wrong won't
stop calling --
I had Verizon block his number.
But Mr. Unexpected isn't in
my phonebook
or call log.
I accidentally deleted his digits.
It is when I stop waiting
by the phone
that it will ring again.
-- "Hello. This is Mr. Unexpected."
-- "Who?"
(Don't hang up. Just keep talking.)
He comes in stealth,
like a thief in the night,
to marry his bride
in the morning.
~cdw
5.9.09
I am looking for Mr. Right
when I should not be looking for
Mr. Unexpected.
I look for the former around the corner,
but he is never there.
Meanwhile,
the latter is behind me
sight unseen
because my eyes don't sit
in the back of my head.
Mr. Right is usually unavailable
or late for a dinner date,
so Mr. Wrong shows up in his place.
Meanwhile,
Mr. Unexpected is on the other side of town
drowning the stresses of his day
in soft jazz and red wine,
NeoSoul and a home-cooked meal --
that's the stuff I like.
Now Mr. Right is no longer
on the market.
He recently got engaged
to his college sweetheart.
And Mr. Wrong won't
stop calling --
I had Verizon block his number.
But Mr. Unexpected isn't in
my phonebook
or call log.
I accidentally deleted his digits.
It is when I stop waiting
by the phone
that it will ring again.
-- "Hello. This is Mr. Unexpected."
-- "Who?"
(Don't hang up. Just keep talking.)
He comes in stealth,
like a thief in the night,
to marry his bride
in the morning.
~cdw
5.9.09
Curly Kinks
Curly Kinks
Sitting in the beauty chair
I watched my hair
long and golden brown
fall to the ground
in three to four inch clumps
No more strands
to keep my neck warm
and for your hands
to run through
Now it hits above the nape
and curves the contours
of my face
Soon
it will no longer be straight
The curly kinks
will come through
from the roots
Month after month
day after day
Snip after snip
Relaxed strands
will be swept into
the dust pan
and the natural me
will be liberated
in Afro form
or two-strand twists
or straw-set curls
And on and on, and on and on
Transitioning from chemicals
is where I'm headed
Healthy pure and 'naptural.'
~cdw
Sitting in the beauty chair
I watched my hair
long and golden brown
fall to the ground
in three to four inch clumps
No more strands
to keep my neck warm
and for your hands
to run through
Now it hits above the nape
and curves the contours
of my face
Soon
it will no longer be straight
The curly kinks
will come through
from the roots
Month after month
day after day
Snip after snip
Relaxed strands
will be swept into
the dust pan
and the natural me
will be liberated
in Afro form
or two-strand twists
or straw-set curls
And on and on, and on and on
Transitioning from chemicals
is where I'm headed
Healthy pure and 'naptural.'
~cdw
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