Loose lips have often sunk ships
from the shores of my observatory
While some wait frantic manifesting their own frustration & worry
Well whats to come of small boats
Solitude and faith have always seemed to keep them afloat
Bearing away from the apparent while steering closer to greatness
Furled away with the rest of those burdens taking note
A captain of my own..what have these galleys steamed today
For fate is only a figment of a Catamaran that’s been cast away.
Show me the way to be a better man to you,
I know I’m useful but may not be quite what you’re used to
Mold me as I mold you, don’t scold me because I would never scold you
I mean, when you speak I listen,
Although my thoughts you keep dismissing
I’ve tried to make you understand I’m not perfect
But know that you have my undivided…attention
Not to mention…your semblance places me in another dimension
And it doesn’t even compare to your intellect & grace
When I look into your face…. I see my Earth Tone Queen
I mean, I see a star…
I see a flower…beautifully blossomed
And yet so solemn, without a caretaker to render
The proper nurturing…I am
Don’t deny me, help me to refine thee….
Fertilize my soul, together as we grow old
I see you as the fruit sowed while I am groomed,
To be a better provider
Its more than just a seed planted
and sowed, more like living in the Now
I see the reason I have always appreciated your smile.
Evening sunset in Negril
Still going…
…almost gone
Perched abreast the runways of my heart in her favorite Giuseppe
Passion, lust, love… all such funny things
Reminiscing on the first time you wore those
orange Monika Chiang last spring
The eradicated spirals of a downhill past
While her grace feathers through
the soles of those pink Vera Wang
Maybe it’s the sway of her hips in fantasy
wearing those fire Red Bottoms
echoing thru hardwood some would find so deafening
It was those late nights and imprints
of her Pour La Victoire that made me strong.
And those pheromones near the piers of a solemn moon
Then in came you wearing those Kate Spades
I still remember how they always soothe.
.
It has to be the assorted combinations of Jimmy Choo straying
in my mind aside the addiction to daydreams
of her lips sending chills under the moon
as she tip toes close in those Prada delights
glimpsing fetishes of one man’s observation may consume
Or perhaps it is those toes bare that I tend to captivate and stare
At your every step near and far in this season’s Christian Louboutin
The many walks of life and steps day by day
I’m humbled in a pair of Chuck Taylor’s
worn soul was still able to guide that path into you that day…
A Soul Driven Mind... 