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unique she is my beautiful violet rose
standing there peacefully a gracious pose
such precious beauty shes one of a kind
forever shes imbedded in my loving mind

her petals do shine with a bright glow
i will love and protect for her to grow
she has this wonderful aromatic smell
gives you a feeling of a magical spell

she has this warmth that fills up your heart
the strength in her soul will never depart
her wonderful spirit you can feel its power
she has blossomed into a beautiful flower

to have her in my life is a treasured romance
i enjoy this pleasure with a song and a dance
standing in my arms with her gracious pose
she will always be my beautiful violet rose

Overwhelmed with fear
I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses,
Giving in to the gray
Tearing down all of my shelter
within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence
gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids
with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from hell
and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass
watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream
now that my colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise
of uncertainties rearranged
Damning my emotions,
lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart
in the sobering autumn rain
I'm disarmed and defenseless,
... Giving in to the gray

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~

Walking hand and hand on the beach
Eyes sparkling with a lover’s speech
It was a beautiful moonlit night
Everything in their world was more than alright

The sand shone a brilliant white
In the background a bird hollered in mid-flight
All alone in their lover’s world
As the ocean’s waves twirled and swirled

Looking deep with wonder in each others eyes
The depth of their feelings seemed a surprise
The rest of the world slowly faded away
Their shining faces lit by the moon’s bright rays

The moonbeam shining thru the tree touched their face
The tree leaves shading the light like lace
Leaning towards each other just before their lips met
She woke from her dream no longer part of a duet

Missing her loved one with feelings so deep
She tried and tried to go back to sleep
Wanting to go back to reunite with her love again
To escape the feeling of great loss with such pain

She started slowly slipping back to sleep
So she and her beloved could again meet
Seeing his face appear shining in the moonbeam
She wanted to live forever in this beautiful dream

Oh wail thy beauty, heart and souls broken

Ravaged yet again by a mark of terror

Land of sunshine, land of dreams

Awful sight splattered amongst the greens

None yet has equaled such a scheme

Do we deserve to suffer these pains?

Oh Orlando, an oasis of awakening




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He found her, on other side of earth

He read her writings and with just few words

He was intoxicated...

He thought she was a perfect dream,
too far she was and yet too close,
an image of perfection,
light and charity.


And she was waiting, counting the days
He was her dream, a man from far away

A man who cares, who protects, who loves
A man who goes out of his way
to find her, on other side of earth...

I ride the city bus
the vast bowl of Biloxi
spreading out on horizon
mannequins in windows
homeless people babbling...

Maybe life
is like riding a bus
God is the driver
I am the passenger...

Perhaps I could
have ridden the bus
with Rosa Parks
sit in the front with her..

If I were
to have ridden
with Rosa Parks
I would have thanked her

For sitting next to me
for thinking of me..

On the city bus
you can be anyone
a Taliban terrorist
taking the bus into town..

I am anyone
on the bus
I know deep
down inside

I am no one
going nowhere
while children outside
ride broken back bicycles

in the empty mall
parking lot.....

Should we keep our minds

Unspoken

So the world thrives

In ignorance

Or should we undo

our silence

So the corrupt

Ends their arrogance?

don't pretend
like you never felt
the depth and sting
of my pain

you painted my sorrows
in bleeding colors
with your raw hands
and dig in my flesh
like sheared talons

I begged all the angels
to redeem me
but even them looked
too drugged in your vanity

stark naked in the shadow
even the moon lit up
your punitive piercing eyes
crushing my pride

and as the night bathed
in my shattered soul
redemption, you laughed
is but a figment
of the mind of a fool

I will remain shackled
in the claw of your
cold and unforgiving world

but giving up
is no longer my choice
I will find my way out
I will.

And the hollow face
That stared empty out of the box
Would beg to say
Pa will we eat today
In that well known place
Called Hooverville
:
And watery soup
Was the order of the day
If you was lucky
To be inline they say
The jazz had gone
That flight of fancy
The band could no longer play
:
And the gangsters groaned
For their own self pity
Box cars were full
Of the wandering dead
Going nowhere to work
To the evicted homestead
:
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
Where paper wealth
Always seemed to tread
And where was your pity
For the wandering dead
:
And the towers of greed
Built of paper Mache
Would crumble and fall
When foundations folded
And left the hapless to bleed
:
But times were good
Of that we knew
As the suicides rose
No more the wandering dead
And the politicians preached
Nothing bad with Hoover stew

For I know that I am drowning
It is a wondrous death
As I gaze upon your beauty
So soft and gentle, as you
Where the whirlpools of your eyes
Draw me in, ever deeper and deeper
But I have no fear
For I can see only you
It is not the stars in your eyes
Nor the ruby roses of your smile
Or the silky pallor of you skin
Nay it is none of these
As fine as they are
For I have been taken
And forever lost
Within the depth of your soul