The stranger awakens from her coma
To go out like a thief in the night
With darkness as her only protection
Blanketing her nocturnal life
A sheep in wolves clothing
A design that only she could wear
To hide her true self worthiness from others
Trespassers please beware
Of the black widow spider whose poison
Is ten times worst then her very own bite
Her goal is to create an illusion
That becomes an addiction to make you feel right
Though you keep coming back for more
Like a moth drawn to the open flame
To find there is no love there
Only sexual pleasure to be gained
Like a puppet guided by strings
In many directions she is pulled
Her sexiness is a fire that with lust
Is extinguished and cooled
Ambitions, goals, aspirations
Are all hidden behind her bedroom eyes
As to not become a woman scorn
And torn by many detrimental lies
She finds her weakness great
To only intensify her passion
Not knowing what she is looking for
Just wants to explore pure satisfaction
Of a touch, of a kiss, good conversation
Not repeated by the same individual every time
She’s not searching for love
So true love she’ll never find
Just a stranger that awakes from her coma
To go out like a thief in the night
With the darkness as her only protection
Blanketing her nocturnal life
A sheep in wolves clothing
A disguise that only she could wear
To hide her true self worthiness from others
Trespassers please beware
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
Friday, January 21, 2011
Proceed with caution
The street was enclosed in an envelope of darkness
A cloud of smoke and the florescent glow of the red flare
Opened the shadowed bound area
Yellow police tape roped off the secluded crime scene
With the slow motion of every passing vehicle
It was as lifting the veil of the bride of terror
Eyes filled with emotions, as words became lost in the space of time
The expression upon one’s face, was of a façade
Deteriorating like a diseased mind
Death skated alongside the moistened surface
Structured by previously fallen rain
His cologne was of the effect of slicing onions
Creating tons of tears to fall with pain
Simultaneously, jaws began dropping like flies
To witness the children, whom amongst the ground, bodies lined
One child’s mangled body, was trapped between the car and a tree
Parents’ slain corpses hanging out the window, slashed by glass and it seems
That the one, who’s chaotic driving maneuvers influenced by alcohol, was still standing
As the police were in interrogation mode, answers they were demanding
The drunken menace folded under the pressure of guilt, as he fell to his knees
Blacked out and when he woke up, it had all been a dream
At the bar, the bartender telling him to proceed with caution
On his shoulder sat the devil and an angel of his conscience
Keys in his hands, beer on his breath, he approached the door slow
In the back of his mind, the image of his damaging dream
And the “proceed with caution” motto
As his hand pressed against the door handle, he knew too many drinks is what he had
He turned around to the bartender saying, “Man, please call me a cab.”
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
A cloud of smoke and the florescent glow of the red flare
Opened the shadowed bound area
Yellow police tape roped off the secluded crime scene
With the slow motion of every passing vehicle
It was as lifting the veil of the bride of terror
Eyes filled with emotions, as words became lost in the space of time
The expression upon one’s face, was of a façade
Deteriorating like a diseased mind
Death skated alongside the moistened surface
Structured by previously fallen rain
His cologne was of the effect of slicing onions
Creating tons of tears to fall with pain
Simultaneously, jaws began dropping like flies
To witness the children, whom amongst the ground, bodies lined
One child’s mangled body, was trapped between the car and a tree
Parents’ slain corpses hanging out the window, slashed by glass and it seems
That the one, who’s chaotic driving maneuvers influenced by alcohol, was still standing
As the police were in interrogation mode, answers they were demanding
The drunken menace folded under the pressure of guilt, as he fell to his knees
Blacked out and when he woke up, it had all been a dream
At the bar, the bartender telling him to proceed with caution
On his shoulder sat the devil and an angel of his conscience
Keys in his hands, beer on his breath, he approached the door slow
In the back of his mind, the image of his damaging dream
And the “proceed with caution” motto
As his hand pressed against the door handle, he knew too many drinks is what he had
He turned around to the bartender saying, “Man, please call me a cab.”
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
Just listen
To the water that creeps to the sandy beach
A hypnotic rhythm that’ll put one to sleep
To the crashing of the tidal waves
Can ease ones mind as the day is saved
As the hummingbird communicates finding food
A song of serenity clearing away the gloom
Sounds of bees buzzing amongst the flowers
Add the drops hitting the surface during a rain shower
Just listen, to the earth as people are in movement
A continuous gathering of traffic and confusion
Horns from cars, squealing of tires
Sirens of the trucks rushing to the fires
To the sounds of screaming children who laugh and play
To the choir singing at church today
They say silence is golden, but where would we be?
If we were to just listen, and not hear a thing
Not the water that creeps to the beach
Or crashing of tidal waves that speak
Or harmonies of the birds and bees around
Drops of rain no longer make a sound
No people in motion throughout the earth
No echoes of car horns or children’s birth
Muted sirens aren’t on their way
As the choir didn’t sing today
Take a moment and just listen
To the sounds directed to our ears
Appreciate the sounds that some of us aren’t able to hear
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
A hypnotic rhythm that’ll put one to sleep
To the crashing of the tidal waves
Can ease ones mind as the day is saved
As the hummingbird communicates finding food
A song of serenity clearing away the gloom
Sounds of bees buzzing amongst the flowers
Add the drops hitting the surface during a rain shower
Just listen, to the earth as people are in movement
A continuous gathering of traffic and confusion
Horns from cars, squealing of tires
Sirens of the trucks rushing to the fires
To the sounds of screaming children who laugh and play
To the choir singing at church today
They say silence is golden, but where would we be?
If we were to just listen, and not hear a thing
Not the water that creeps to the beach
Or crashing of tidal waves that speak
Or harmonies of the birds and bees around
Drops of rain no longer make a sound
No people in motion throughout the earth
No echoes of car horns or children’s birth
Muted sirens aren’t on their way
As the choir didn’t sing today
Take a moment and just listen
To the sounds directed to our ears
Appreciate the sounds that some of us aren’t able to hear
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
Endangered species
The wind’s currents shifted in my direction
The scent of the last man standing was at the intersection
Of the jungle, completely covered by trees and moss
Felt as though I was at a total loss of words
I could hear the sound of the birds
Guiding me to the florescent light
His aroma still present, yet far from my eye’s sight
On his trail sniffing him out, like a hound dog
Thoughts interrupted by the croak of a bullfrog
What’s that? I hear a voice behind me
But it is not a voice of a human being
On an expedition to find him, I explore
On my trail is a beast, a wild bore
How is it that the huntress becomes the hunted?
As my body gave chase
With a surefire sprint I was destined to win this race
As sure as I was in heart to catch up to this man
The hiss of the cobra snake foiled my minds well thought out plan
My body giving way, found myself on my back
With a wild bore on one end, cobra snake on the other, I was under attack
Just as I was counting my blessings I looked up at the trees
To my surprise a hand was reaching out to me
Swooped me up in the air as if I was his prey
Came to my rescue, in the darkest of my dismay
The last man on earth found me, instead of me finding he
And this endangered species and I, was about to engage in creating his new legacy
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
The scent of the last man standing was at the intersection
Of the jungle, completely covered by trees and moss
Felt as though I was at a total loss of words
I could hear the sound of the birds
Guiding me to the florescent light
His aroma still present, yet far from my eye’s sight
On his trail sniffing him out, like a hound dog
Thoughts interrupted by the croak of a bullfrog
What’s that? I hear a voice behind me
But it is not a voice of a human being
On an expedition to find him, I explore
On my trail is a beast, a wild bore
How is it that the huntress becomes the hunted?
As my body gave chase
With a surefire sprint I was destined to win this race
As sure as I was in heart to catch up to this man
The hiss of the cobra snake foiled my minds well thought out plan
My body giving way, found myself on my back
With a wild bore on one end, cobra snake on the other, I was under attack
Just as I was counting my blessings I looked up at the trees
To my surprise a hand was reaching out to me
Swooped me up in the air as if I was his prey
Came to my rescue, in the darkest of my dismay
The last man on earth found me, instead of me finding he
And this endangered species and I, was about to engage in creating his new legacy
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
When it rains
I open up the field of my mind so that you can freely run through it
Giving you the best of me, my heart you got the key to it
We’re like the sky, where the sun shines high
High above, for all to see
But suddenly, the clouds make the rays hidden
No longer can one see, clearly
As darkness spreads like a blanket across the open sky
You tell me, you love me, and I begin to cry
Wipe your eyes, you say loud
I wonder why
Telling me not to worry
For the rain is only temporary
And we are not in a hurry
To end a relationship that’s been scatter like showers
Shaken by your thunder, causing me to be out like the power
At times we are as clear as the sunny skies
But when you bite off more than you can chew
Wanna have your cake and eat it too
I become like the tree, struck by lightening preparing to die
This mind of mine that was once open like a field to you
Is drenched with the key to my heart
Lost in the puddle of your shuffle
Some pain can’t be healed like a sore
For when you rain, it pours
Leaving me yours, no more
When it rains
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
Giving you the best of me, my heart you got the key to it
We’re like the sky, where the sun shines high
High above, for all to see
But suddenly, the clouds make the rays hidden
No longer can one see, clearly
As darkness spreads like a blanket across the open sky
You tell me, you love me, and I begin to cry
Wipe your eyes, you say loud
I wonder why
Telling me not to worry
For the rain is only temporary
And we are not in a hurry
To end a relationship that’s been scatter like showers
Shaken by your thunder, causing me to be out like the power
At times we are as clear as the sunny skies
But when you bite off more than you can chew
Wanna have your cake and eat it too
I become like the tree, struck by lightening preparing to die
This mind of mine that was once open like a field to you
Is drenched with the key to my heart
Lost in the puddle of your shuffle
Some pain can’t be healed like a sore
For when you rain, it pours
Leaving me yours, no more
When it rains
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
Downloadable love
I find myself constantly downloading love songs
In a feeling of love that grows rapidly
For I am in a love that’s not wrong
With someone that my eyes barely see
Hours on end I download these love songs
With the hopes to see you soon
Yet the sadness of these songs only leaves me confused
Can true love be downloaded to a computer’s memory?
While waiting passionately for someone to call you
It’s a time that I spend beside my computer endlessly
With the hopes that you haven’t forgotten what’s true
As fast as your love has been downloaded to my heart
I’m like those love songs waiting emotionally for the first verse to start
I make love to the keys as my ears listen to the music
Imagining making love to you, why is it so confusing?
That I find myself constantly downloading love songs
In an effort of love that grows rapidly
For I am in a love that’s not wrong
With someone that my eyes barely see
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
In a feeling of love that grows rapidly
For I am in a love that’s not wrong
With someone that my eyes barely see
Hours on end I download these love songs
With the hopes to see you soon
Yet the sadness of these songs only leaves me confused
Can true love be downloaded to a computer’s memory?
While waiting passionately for someone to call you
It’s a time that I spend beside my computer endlessly
With the hopes that you haven’t forgotten what’s true
As fast as your love has been downloaded to my heart
I’m like those love songs waiting emotionally for the first verse to start
I make love to the keys as my ears listen to the music
Imagining making love to you, why is it so confusing?
That I find myself constantly downloading love songs
In an effort of love that grows rapidly
For I am in a love that’s not wrong
With someone that my eyes barely see
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
More than a title
Judge me not on what you see before your eyes
For what you see can be a sea of endless ties
A tie to her, a tie to him
A tie to me to you, a tie to them
You see, only one truly knows who I am and that would be HE
So never underestimate this pretty face that is me
Controlled by a system that leaves my pockets thin
Anorexic is my money and with my money she always wins
Pretend, I’d rather just tell you how it is
Been manipulated by many lies so honesty is where I begin
Unlike my poems, my songs, my novel, I am one you can not read
You gotta dive deeper in this sea unveiling a passion grown from a seed
Of aspiration, desperation is a place I’d rather not have occupy
My body and my soul so take a hold of your seat belt enjoy my ride
I once hid my head like an ostrich deep beneath the sands
But then I became a woman that needed more than any woman or any man
Understand, do you understand the words that are coming from my mouth?
On the outside looking in you may not comprehend what I’m talking about
In due time you will find that I am more than this body
Giving you more than your last love so much more than anybody
Can you handle this? I must ask, before we go any further
What you want to know just ask, won’t play games like a clue to be discovered
But don’t be weary bout what it is that I have to say
For my truth could hurt more than a lie could any day
More than a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, or a mother
I am more than a poem, a song, a title, or any other
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
For what you see can be a sea of endless ties
A tie to her, a tie to him
A tie to me to you, a tie to them
You see, only one truly knows who I am and that would be HE
So never underestimate this pretty face that is me
Controlled by a system that leaves my pockets thin
Anorexic is my money and with my money she always wins
Pretend, I’d rather just tell you how it is
Been manipulated by many lies so honesty is where I begin
Unlike my poems, my songs, my novel, I am one you can not read
You gotta dive deeper in this sea unveiling a passion grown from a seed
Of aspiration, desperation is a place I’d rather not have occupy
My body and my soul so take a hold of your seat belt enjoy my ride
I once hid my head like an ostrich deep beneath the sands
But then I became a woman that needed more than any woman or any man
Understand, do you understand the words that are coming from my mouth?
On the outside looking in you may not comprehend what I’m talking about
In due time you will find that I am more than this body
Giving you more than your last love so much more than anybody
Can you handle this? I must ask, before we go any further
What you want to know just ask, won’t play games like a clue to be discovered
But don’t be weary bout what it is that I have to say
For my truth could hurt more than a lie could any day
More than a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, or a mother
I am more than a poem, a song, a title, or any other
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
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