Poetry of Lisa M Brown

MEN AND THEIR DESIRES

WHY DO MEN

ALWAYS WANT TO SPICE THINGS UP

AND WHY THE HELL

DO THEY WANT TO HIT A HOME RUN IN YOUR ASS

STRECH OUT, WHATS NOT MEANT TO BE STRETCHED

RIPPED PAIN

WHERE NONE SHOULD BE

MAYBE ITS THE HOMOSEXUAL ON THE DOWN LOW

PEEKING THROUGH

SMACKING ME, WHILE DREAMING OF ANOTHER

EVERYTHING IS NORMAL

WHATS A LITTLE ANAL SEX BETWEEN LOVERS

BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN, ALL ACTS ARE DOABLE

WHILE SECRETLY COVETING THEMSELVES

A MIRROR IMAGE TWINED

RIDING ANOTHER MAN

SECRETLY THE DARK KNOWS TO WELL

WALKING ABOUT IN MAN CLOTHES

WHILE FOLLOWING THE SHADOW MAN

HIS TRUE SELF COMING THROUGH

HE STANDS IN DERISION,

WHILE SECRETLY PLEASURING HIMSELF

THE SMALLER THE HOLE, THE MORE FORCE USED

THEY GO OUT OF THEIR WAY

TO MAKE A POINT IN USING OUR ASSES

TALKING ABOUT ALL THE PLEASURE WE WILL FEEL

WHILE PAINFULLY MAKING THEIR INTO YOU

IT WONT BE JUST A NOW AND THEN TREAT

BUT A EVERYDAY VIOLATION

GIVE IN ONCE, YOU CAN NEVER RETREAT

BETWEEN A MAN AND WOMAN

LAY THE WOMAN, HE WILL  OPEN TO HIS PASSION

BETWEEN A MAN AND WOMAN

IN HIS DESIRES, FLOW THE STUFF NIGHTMARES ARE MADE FROM

DESIRE FLOW BETWEEN THEM, AND BACK TO ITS SOURCE.

 

A DAUGHTERS DILEMMA

 

SHE WAS DEAD TO ME BEFORE THE ACTUAL EVENT

A FADING GHOST HAUNTING MY DAYS

SHE  STARES ME DOWN WITH A LOOK  MEDUSA WISHED FOR

I TURN TO STONE UNMOVABLE UNDER HER GAZE

SHE INFLUENCED ME BY HER ABSENCE

HER LIKE OF LOVE HATCHES STILL

I MISS WHAT SHE NEVER WAS

AN EMPTY HOLE NEVER FILLED

I LONGED FOR THE DAY I COULD FORCE YOUR WORDS DOWN YOUR THROAT

MAKE YOU EAT YOUR HATE

TASTE THE ANGER YOU FILLED ME WITH

WATCH YOU CHOKE ON THEM

SHE SPOON FEED A LITTLE OF THEM EVERYTIME I SAW HER

SHE  BRISTLE  MORE WITH HATE OF ME

FINDING WAYS TO DISOWN ME  CRUELER WITH EACH BREATH

YOUR DEATH LEAVES ME AN OPEN WOUND

ALWAYS OPEN TO YOUR INFECTION

YOU DENIED MY  TRUE SELF

YOU WENT AS FAR AS TO DENY ME LIFE

YOUR ONLY JOY FOUND IN MY TEARS

YOUR  SPITEFULNESS BIRTHED WHO I HAVE BECOME

YOU ARE THE EVIL THAT SOMETIMES IN THE MIDDLE OF WHAT I DOING

YOU COME THROUGH

YOU FORCED ME TO SHARE MY MISERY

YOU TRIED TO BREAK ME INTO MYSELF

WHAT YOU REALLY FELT FOR ME ALWAYS BETWEEN US

I TREAD THE SURFACE OF YOUR HATE

NOT DROWNING IN IT

NOT GOING UNDER JUST TO SPITE YOU

DEATH IS A DOOR CLOSED TIGHT TO FINALITY

NO AMOUNT OF EFFORT CAN PRY A CRACK

YOU ARE FOREVER CLOSED OFF TO ME

IT KEEPS ME FROM REHASHING THE PAST

WE FOREVER SHADOW EACH OTHER

SO FAR APART FOREVER TIED TO EACH OTHER

YOU CHALLENGE ME

TO BE THE MOTHER YOU NEVER COULD BE

YOU COLOR THE WAY I LOVE WITH MISTRUST

FOR THIS DAUGHTER

YOUR DEATH

IS THE DILEMMA I CANNOT SOLVE

 

THE SLOW WALK TO THE GRAVE

 

THE MINUTE WE DRAW OUR FIRST BREATH

WE ARE IN FACT DYING

A DEATH  RATTLE THAT COMES OUT AS A CRY

EVERY DAY THAT WE THINK WE ARE LIVING

WE ARE ALREADY ON A SLOW WALK TO THE GRAVE

WE ARE BUSY TRYING TO PROLONG LIFE

WHEN ALL ALONG ARE CHASING DEATH

IT SHADOWS OUR DAYS

NUMBERING US AMONG THE LOST

WE REACH FOR DEATH AS IT REACHES BACK FOR US

TRYING TO OUTDANCE ITS SLOW PACE

TO CATCH UP WITH US

A QUICK DISSOLVING VAPOR

TOUCHING EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

DISPLACED DISREMEMBERED AIR

NOTHING MORE THAN PASSED AIR

IN THE  SCHEME OF THINGS

DEATH RIDES MY DAD

LIKE A WELL LOVED FRIEND

LEAVING NOTHING UNTOUCHED

HE SHOWS MORE DEATH, THAN DEATH DOES

HE HOLDS DEATH CLOSE IN A STRONG EMBRACE

MORE OF HIM GOES EACH DAY

WEAKER STANDING IN DEATHS SHADOW

WHICH TAKES OVER HIS

CHASING DOOM WITH EACH STEP

I WATCH AND KNOW TIME IS WINDING DOWN

BUT LIE TO MYSELF ABOUT THE WRECKAGE DEATH IS DOING

I CLING MORE TO HIS LIFE THAN HE DOES

HE REMINDS ME   AS I TRY TO HOLD ON

THE MINUTE WE TAKE OUR FIRST BREATH

WE EXHALE DEATH INTO OUR LIVES

 

love has its reasons

 

love is never a sure thing

we place our bets

most times we fritter it away

but love is still as love goes

the heart has its reasons

which sometimes make no sense

but love still finds its way

we love through t he cloudy days

where no sun can be found

seeing only each other

we love when it rains and storm

finding shelter in each other

we love through the frozen days

thawing only in each other

we love when it hurts to hard to breath

we love the pain away

we slip and slide holding on to each other

falling only into each other

we love even when distance keeps us at bay

love is a miracle healing all hurts

nothing and no one can stand in its way

it opens gates of change

love is never sure

but find its self in love despite this

love changes day by day

the only sure thing is the love its self

it breaks with the dawn

chases the moon to rest

each day another chance to love

love will always find its way

nothing can derail its sure embrace

the heart has its reasons

kept close to the breast

its secret only open to the loved one

a choice to choose

or hold your peace with its choice

 

Lisa M Brown lives in Oklahoma City, writing poetry.

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