Beyond The Horizon

Once upon a time there was a handsome king living in a magnificent garden with his beautiful wife

They enjoyed stunning sunrises and breathtaking sunsets together

He spoke to her heart with abundant love and dedication

Her beauty wasn’t obvious like the fine gold-trimmed China sitting on the glass shelves in her dining room cabinet

Nor did it resemble the blooming sunlit flowers in the well manicured garden outside of her bedroom window

Her beauty was more like that of a wild animal, untamed and unmanaged by societal norms

Yet men found attractiveness in her uncluttered face

void of frosted red cheeks and over glossed lips

Internally craving external beauty she never discovered inside of her

tears stayed welled up in her eyes

like a fountain overflowing from one too many pennies

and one too many wishes unfulfilled

One day this woman found herself beyond the horizon comforted in the arms of a man whose beauty escaped him too

And although he was dedicated to her happiness and lavished expensive and thoughtful gifts at her feet, he was unable to speak to her heart with the richness of her true king

Let Go My Ego

All of these women reaching for the same man

He pokes out his chest

loving the attention

of a woman he found crying between the shadows of old tall brick buildings

named for former city mayors who had forgotten about her plight

a familiar project whore looking for light

in the form of a man

some armored knight to lift her up

and take her three children with different fathers farther than the linked chained fences and worn out patches of grass glooming outside of her window

opening her legs blinding men in the tunnel of her self-neglect was her style

see she had lost respect for herself, her children, her neighbor

a black spider lurking in murky room corners looking for light

in the form of a man

some deep pocket to fall into

someone to screw

All of these women reaching for the same man

He pokes out his chest

loving the attention

of a woman he found between stacks of books in a dusty library basement

calling attention to the glasses she wore between classes, first class, middle class, upper class

a debutante snob looking for light

in the form of a man

some wise king to reign over her

and take her social consciousness to heights beyond the words on pages in the books she read while sitting on manicured lawns and benches in the park

All of these women reaching for the same man

He pokes out his chest

loving the attention

of a woman standing on the beach within arms reach of the coconut tree

staring out at the ocean and feeling the breeze of Oya swaying giant palm leaves

a spirit child looking for light

in the form of a man

some nurturing God to enlighten her

and move her feet when the weight of the world on her shoulders caused her knees to lock

frozen and unable to travel forward

Loving the attention of these woman
He pokes out his chest