Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she was a hot woman... loving it all up
like there was no other reason to live 'without love i resound like an empty gong'
that bible says
tells us sexuality is a desire of the flesh
that sent me packing
never understood why
they lied to me that way

the love hook was on the end of a fisherman
out at sea, his wife was hungry
when he pulled up the hook
a big fish swallowed
that which had been before
landed on him in the lil boat
his wife would cook that fish
make a bunch of white rice
but not before she found the necklace
shelia had lost these kinds of things before
she seemed to think that she had gotten what she was supposed to
from these things
that poverty, hunger, sickness
had torn from many people s hands
shelia felt that she had seen this in many lands
once the fire was not in her hands
she crossed the air and found the histories in golden sand
fickle and vain she had seen the stain on her soul

the problem had been one of control




that look of pained empathy would cross her face
then it was all she could do to get some space
the thickness of the air
seemed to be like little nests in her hair
he tried as he would
to make this a fight
but she sent him crying to the light




shelia once believed that these things were all true


shelia had lost a neckless in her carelessness
doing summersaults under the sea
the rasta men came out of the cliffs and brought it from the sea floor--------------they said


'that is the woman that throws her gold to the sea, and the sea give it back'

so slick is this little number- found a buddy in these kinds of moments
where someone says ' whats your name?" and you lie
then find out it is your landlord looking for some girl juice
laughing, and always caught-in a lie
shelia just likes the disguises
her LA friend thinks everyone is interested in her
i decided not to fill her in
that no one cares K?
the sunlight is far more powerful than any mojo
drama
tall women like me trying to be invisiable
never worked
reverse this all up
switched it

Packed tight and well done.

i love this moment
more than all the lies
all the truths
when each idea becomes the light again
i search the sea like a lighthouse
for the sweetness you once had
but it rusted and left a hole in the metal

if freedom is just another word, then all I got left to lose is poetry.
thank you for writing

thank the universe for poetry and story telling or i would have had to find another way to live= the irony of writing - is in fact ===like being elbowed by someone to shut up=and yelled at to write- because that is all that matters--