THE WOMAN HE NEVER LOVED

In the dark shadows,
where self and friend solitude meet,
in the serenating tupac vocals,
among the shushing whispers of the night,
i thought of her.......

She was of tender skin,
a well roast of the coastal heat,
her eyes were of earth,
and well punched in,
i thought of her....

Her weight was feather,
of many men,dreamed,
yet none her seas could sail ,
but one.....

But he that was him or maybe I,
born a man of no heart...

A rider of pain,
not an emotion could take..

And so to a season of cold he disappered,
and her left in teary pours,
and she took it in,
that her was,
would,
and in whispers,
the woman he never loved

(Poetìc Eve)

soon such love he may neva find
so fine a sea he may neva sail
in the season of cold..
... and so many lost love
he may return
..yet to find..she lost that love
to one that could not wish to lose her
it wil be too late..
...and her tears will be sunshine
and her smile..as the horizon

(Skillz Tha Poet)

yes it may vanish to the horizon,
there where golden rays lie..
and to many a lost he shall not return,
but grin to the touching skies,
for then she shall be happy,
and such his joy

(Poetìc Eve)

such his joy..what a loss
finding love...letting it out...
may never  find such
she will smile with new life
while he smiles at the touching skies
too far to console him...
beneath all he may wish a return...
maybe too late...
but love is denied..likewise embraced

(Skillz Tha Poet)

and such joy rings merry bells,
for he let a bird go,
maybe his was true,
and to say console turns the winds,
chases the rains
and so saddens the moons,
for he saw a star,
and gave it out to another,
a man so true

©2012

seeptember 2

this day shall come to be,

and on it will pass like the rest,

for time is just but a tick on the clock,

there shall be no candles to blow,

nor will there be cakes to cut,

or wishes to make on closed eyes,

for a cursed day they said it is,

but the sun will rise and set,

just like it did the day before,

and  moon shall rule when nite falls,

and on that branch i will sit,

on that old tree that gaze to the cemetery,

counting the stars and the spaces they leave,

and the number will still be like before,

and the loneliness shall ride on,

a night of no armor it is ,

and sorrow will stare at me,

but there will be no tears to shed,

for many i have done before,

but of broken hearts i shall sing,

in heavy a sad tone it will be,

onto the cold that blows with no pity,

to the step i take closer to that grave....