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Unfilled (from the book, "Sins of a Poet")
by Rene' Rivers
The emptiness in my eyes
Is the way that I feel when I
Walk into a room and
No one notices I’m there.
I
sit at a desk in a
Nowhere job and wonder
Every passing minute why
I am even there.
And yet I come home to you
And
feel as if your
Arms don’t welcome me
At the end of a long hard day.
It’s in the fire, baby,
The
way that I cry,
When I feel so denied.
Of the love and affection
I need from you to keep going,
So unfulfilled.
So
unthrilled.
Cause you don’t impress
Yourself with the things
Going on with me
Even when I stop to breathe.
It’s
like you’re in your
Own world,
And can’t be disturbed,
So I’m left all alone
To face what I’m
going through.
The roughness in my hands,
Tell the story of hard work
With back breaking pain
When I move
to provide
For everyone inside.
The food on the table
And the roof over our heads,
Evidence of my fruits and labor
While
I’m unappreciated.
Yet, I survive with everyday
That passes by,
That’s how I live,
Fighting to keep
my head up.
To be strong and not give in
To the anger that rises,
That which I fight to keep
Down inside,
So
that no one notices
Even when I cry.
It’s in the fire, baby,
The way that I cry
When I feel so denied.
It’s
the emptiness I can’t
Pretend that does not exist,
When you turn away to
Do your own thing
That doesn’t
involve me.
So unfulfilled.
So unthrilled.
Cause you don’t impress
Yourself with my
Smile that’s
faded away,
And you don’t even
Wipe away the tears.
Just keep on walking.
And I keep on talking.
Yet,
you don’t hear the words
I speak with fire behind them.
Never mind that I’m
Not happy.
It’s
ok that I am unfulfilled
In this life I once loved
And once enjoyed.
Never mind that I walk
In circles, looking
for
That one magical moment
Where I can set aside
These feelings and move on
To happier times I know exist.
Will
you miss the food
I put on the table?
Will you shelter yourself
From the storms if I
Took away the roof
That’s
over your head?
I said,
It’s in the fire, baby,
The way that I cry
When I feel so denied.
So unfulfilled.
So
unthrilled.
Something I just can’t hide.
In the middle of the night
When sleep is not an option.
Into the
light I will travel,
To find what it is I’m missing.
Will you be at the other end
Of the road to greet me?
To
be what it is I’m missing
Or will I find something else
That will rescue me from
A burdened heart?
I’ve
become a no nonsense woman.
No time for playing games.
No time for pretentious woes.
I need to be fulfilled
In
the fire that I breathe.
2007 - Not to be copied, distributed, or used for any purpose
"My Brown Skin"
Rene' Rivers
Water glistening upon my skin
The river's drops down upon me.
In the moonlight,
Thus do I shine.
Of beauty herein.
Upon me your eyes do gaze.
I am...I am your queen.
You will kneel at my feet
You will kneel to be anointed
With the pools of my pleasure.
Of one finger you place on me,
My brown skin,
Thus do you touch ever so gently.
Inside my ivory palace,
Shall the milk of my essence flow
With grace.
Drink...
Drink...
Drink from the cups of my hands.
Taste the sweetness of my love.
Tell me of such times...
Of such delight has graced your lips
Ever before.
Feel the aura of my brown skin,
Be caught up in my revelry,
Thus do you fear.
Separate yourself from that time
In this time in which you will cherish.
The new time is now.
The new time is me,
Here before you, laid my brown skin.
A kingdom of ecstasy that awaits you,
Thus does your body desire.
Oh, of my brown skin,
Of a chocolate wonder,
Thus do you taste...
Your tongue to lick the chocolate drops
From my finger tips...
From places upon this brown skin
You long to grasp with your hands.
To pull into your chocolate palace.
~~~~~
"Secret Sigh"
Daniel James Burt
gentle whisper of gentle heart
sweet voice of promise
friendship that shall endure.
forever fresh, spring breeze
baby bird song, sung along
wing of butterfly; steady, sure.
wild flowers in the meadow
swaying grasses waist tall
white clouded crystal sky.
love resting on bent arm
touching everywhere possible
parted lips with secret sigh.
(all rights reserved 5/04)
"Singles Bar"
Dorothy Russell Benner
It sure is awful quiet,
When you're all alone in here.
Sentinels of liquor bottles,
Guard armies of half warm beer.
You miss the laughing faces,
Of lonely people, all trying to find,
The happiness they dream about,
And envision in their mind.
When the sun awakens them,
They just ache inside and cry,
"I'll never do that again"
But they do. I wonder why?
There's really nothing happy,
About this little place,
You can see the hollow loneliness,
In every single face.
But still they go on looking,
They don't see the things I do,
Or they would see the person next to them,
Is lonely and looking too.
"Mellow High"
René Rivers
In the setting of the sun,
On the breast of Heaven's horizon,
There I stood with my face
To the fading rays.
And as I cleanse my soul
Of my daily routine,
A calmness came over me.
I was embraced by a
Comforting zone
That held me in a place of
Devine refuge.
And as I closed my eyes,
To give myself to this new experience,
Nature's wind breathed new
Life into me. I was free.
I spread my wings to venture
On a magical flight,
Succumbing to a
Mellow high.
There are no voices ringing in my ears.
Not the sound of
Screeching rage racing through my veins.
I trampled over the bickering sounds
Of an angry society.
Men. women, children suddenly quiet
At my feet
And everything around me
Was calm. Silent.
Allowing me to succumb to a
Mellow high.
I walked through valleys,
With fields of dreams surrounding me.
All the things I could ever be, revealed,
There was a painted picture of Heaven's garden.
I saw no sorrow. I knew no pain.
Misery escaped me,
And tears were a thing of the past.
My laughter roared throughout
The galaxy for all to hear.
Like thunder rumbling through
A night sky.
And I accepted my place in my world.
One which I created in my own time,
My own space.
And I looked down at the little people
Standing below my feet.
I pointed at each one of them.
Everyone who represented me...
The pain. The sorrow my life once knew.
I cast them into the river,
To float to their end of time,
Away from my
Mello high.
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