July 30, 2014 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

Thoughtful Invocation

I took the time to wait

and for that it was all in vain

I ran another dollar to my thoughts

they too ended in shame

I gave it a little more time

walked alone to fuel these determined woes

If time ever reveals an answer

It is in this life I would prefer it chose

One day long gone after a bid complete

the mirror will reveal those angles so sweet

Knowing left from right to face reality again

I’ll realize just what made Life a treat…

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July 24, 2014 by A*Manswell - 2 Comments

High Notes of A Melodic Flow…

Her melody sways with the curvature of her hips,
Embellishing the silhouette of her lips.
It’s something about that masterpiece type vibe,
Similar to the Symphony 9…she has a Melodic Flow.
Cascading thru the Jones of my bones, I can’t seem
to stay focused,
For every time she walks by… the clef notes of my heart seem to notice.
She has a Melodic Flow….let me know when you ready
for me to record.
We can play the C scale as I find your G spot,
As the rhythm of our bodies play non-stop.
Girl….you got that Melodic Flow…should I start off slow,
Or fast forward to the end, press rewind and do it
all over again.
The way her smile seems to collide with mine, as her notes keep me high.
She has a Melodic Flow…baby flow on…let me know if
I need to record.
It’s just something special when we’re both on the
same accord.

January 23, 2014 by A*Manswell - 10 Comments

Web Of Our Existence…Speak Louder, Take Action

Words that are never heard seem to mean the most
Only because it is a reflection of life’s pivot on a scale of Hope emancipated by true Justice
Visions of unity assimilated by gladness is only a foundation of the competition and madness
Who knows what it holds in this web of existence as we walk frailly through the doorway of faith
Many times we fail to see truth simple because we’ve missed it
Other times the distractions of shadow games, blind thoughts, and misguided factions cause us to simply resist it
Yet amongst these actions, how can one define speaking louder than words?
Funny that all we’ve strived for still seems to end up scuffed and unheard
More burdens, no laughter…Another day, another chapter… through the rubble we maintain focus…in Life’s book
Only the wise will realize wishing and waiting does nothing
Is it the evil within ourselves that has scathed myopic views and trivial pursuits
Or perhaps it is our own darkness tucked away deep down in memories that we rebuke?