...come on back
to your comforted
   zones
and experience
my piece
   of peace
once more...
...come on back
to your comforted
   moans
and let me
whisper insignificant
sweet nothings
into your
deaf ears
...once more...
  time doesn't
matter really
  much...
when all
you have
is...unadulterated
  touch  seconds...
to live
  outside of
bounded limits...
...come  racing
   darling
like a long distanced
   voyager
into my minute
   minutes...
once more
 with "fool"
well
   knowing
  how
well
  you 
"no"
  "me"

  

I am trying to make amends
What do you want
me to do?
Wither up and die
right before
your eyes...
Corrected vision
Is something
that I cannot see...
Especially, when
it is right in front of me...
... and my hindsight isn't
much clearer...all I know for sure
is that it is in my arrears...
That do not completely, absolve
any of my complexed fears
that you can't even begin
to comprehend, my dear...

I hope that you are safe
   can feel my prayers, comrade...
You chose to equate
   the lies with hypocritical alibis...
Lieing to yourself, Sir...is a Godly
  given choice, that you have chosen
Time and time again...
 and he is not mine nor the bottomed
Line that has to be crossed in confused
  crossroaded directions...and
I shouldn't be caring that much about
  anyone, right now...especially a friend
Like you...whose knows the value that
  cracked, black pepper has on life...and
Freewill of hear, here and hereafter...baptised, Baptist
  sliced and diced feelings and fillings
Of coursely, ground, yellow Grits...brought
  home via, a damn Deep Run, gapped, Grubbed path...
Swallowed down with "pot lick her" lick her or liquor
  whatever...your palate should or would, be...on a New
Years Day, kissed in, on the Eve of  black-eyed-peas...
  and hung over with one "I" wide open
and wanting only to please...and "I" wish
 Eyes could puke it all
right out of the gist of me...

...so you liked my soul
it was a good one to hold
...but not forever onto...

 ...so why
did you ever
show me your awe
if you didn't
really want
from me
my all?
...i so don't
understand
the messages
that you
are trying to transend...
directly to my simple,
hearing ears...are you
deaf or is it me
that cannot hear?
the answers
to the questions
that are asked?
your click...
followed by dial toned airs
sent waves, beyond
misconsceived, misperceived
nonreceptive, nonresponsed
and my silly little heart still beats
in a rythum that is so messed up
thumpty, thumpty
 bump, bump
whenever i think of you...
 

well...
i never heard
those kind of words, before
especially from you...
a man, that rivaled a mann
and...
i felt for the first time
a like deeper
than love
could ever penetrate
thrust thru
the very soul
of my womanhood...you are
a true gentleman...sir
and surely, you feel my womanly
appreciations of your unrivaled
soul...

  you were ...
different for a while
you even made me smile
a time or two or three or four...
maybe more, i don't really keep
count anymore, because it makes
no difference at all in the end...
which always, in all ways, seems to come...
  so sad, so blue and it is because of the
control mood...you have over me...and i just smile
politely like a true southern belle and move on
in my head to another difference that will make
me smile a time or two or three or four...
with hopes in the end that I keep score...
and smile a permanent grin, with a true southern gent
differently... 

i know
that i don't have to
answer
to you
or you
or you
or anyone
else...
for all that matters...
so why?
put me on
the defensive end
of your non receiving
powers?
go figure?

randomed thoughts
 strung out of my head
...and if i could truly have
 anyone that i truly wanted
it would be you...
...and all the others would
be my empty feelers that never
 ever could fill your void...
...there weren't enough hours
 in this day to do
   all that i wanted
nor enough right words to write
 what i wanted to say
... and the sad thing is
there were no
minute minutes spent
of time with you...
...and we ended
another day in wasted  haste
alone...

...ok
  i see
how you
  do me...
but, it's what
  i don't
hear...
  that really
gets to
me...

...see
  i felt
that
   you felt
something, too...
 but ...
i must have been
  mistaken...
because it was
  only i...
that sensed the
  difference...
of what you
  were wanting to
hear...and what i
  wantonly, wanted...
to feel...

...and yes
   i so
confuse it all
  with deep thoughts
that  you seem 
  to comprehend..and
i so
   appreciate
all of your efforts
  to make
amends
...and yes
 i so
 love you
deeply...
because you
seem to understand
me,
love...