Cupid, The Devil and An Angel Read online

  Am I dreaming? Do not wake me

  From this harmonious heavenly bliss

  You, my queen, I bejewel you

  With every special thing

  Priceless gems to adorn your ring

  Whisk me away on exclusive wings

  As my vibrant, intoxicated heart sings

  It is on its reckless way

  Hell bound to its keeper

  REASON TO LIVE

  Give me all the right reasons to live

  Give me the right reason to be a part of life

  Give me a reason to want to go on

  Give me a reason to excel

  Give me a reason to trust

  Give me a reason why should I

  Demand and give respect?

  Give me a reason to love

  Give me a reason to be happy

  Give me a reason to be proud

  Give me a reason not to sit by the wayside

  Give me a reason not to

  Carry a loaf of bread under my arm

  Give me a reason to groom my hair

  Give me a reason to put clean clothes on

  Give me a reason to turn the other cheek

  Give me a reason not to beat him to a pulp

  Give me a reason to share my precious possessions

  Give me a reason why I should be disciplined

  Give me a reason to be punctual

  Give me a reason to be patriotic

  Give me a reason why I should be a steward of the world

  Give me a reason to follow rules and regulations

  Give me a reason why the illiterate teach the literate

  Give me a reason and do not act like a fool

  Otherwise I am sending you right back to school

  On the back of a damned pack mule, so cool

  PROMISE

  A promise, so they say

  Is always a comfort

  Do not accept or let it rest with you

  It will only bring out the fool

  A promise is supposed to be obligatory

  Accepting a promise demonstrates trust

  From those credible, trustworthy, and reliable

  And should be upheld and respected

  A promise made in good faith

  Must be binding and unbreakable

  It separates the fox from the wolves

  They promise they will pay

  Maybe money, work, or kind

  Or come back, be faithful

  Something of the mind

  They cannot be trusted, so they say

  It is never a good time

  Never a good day

  You will be the fool

  Come what may

  CROWNING WONDER

  Glittering, glittery, shiny, new

  Embellished, subtle, sparkly, and bright

  Bejeweled, elegant, pricey crown

  Galaxy of sparkling, shimmering light

  Of delightful, stimulating, sensitive might

  A style that is soothing and spectacular

  Awe-inspiring jewel, elegant allure

  The beauty of music from songbirds

  Tranquil country landscapes

  Of wonderful charm and beauty

  Lighted silhouette, stimulating, sensitive

  A twinkling, flickering, glistening sight

  Of magnificent proportion

  This extravagant headband

  With sequins brightly adorn

  Rests atop your sober, contrite head

  You are a king, this is said

  Thou shall wear it even when in bed

  The power of the lustrous gems

  Will give you imposing strength and resolve

  Amazing knowledge, impressive wisdom

  To rule this diverse world wisely

  With grace and conviction

  ROLY-POLY

  They are in love with you,

  They like you, yes, so true

  Everything you give

  All the things you do

  The time you spend with me

  Is time without end?

  My god sends so big

  So large I take you a little bit

  A little piece all of the time

  CHORUS

  My big girl with the big heart

  I have loved you right from the start

  This I know sincerely

  We will never be apart

  I just love my big girl

  The big, big girl with

  All the right things

  And all the right parts

  In all the right places

  You are roly-poly, the wide, wide girl

  So wide, they call you broadside

  You’re broad like the trailer home

  But this one is double wide

  You’re as thick as the bacon on my hog back

  You waddle like a duck, only no quack

  Of free spirit and kind heart

  You are beautiful in every part

  On the inside, on the outside

  It is here in the eyes of the lustful greedy

  Always wanting, want more galore

  I have what you want here in store

  You should never ever be needy

  PARENTING

  Most times, it starts with a date

  They will go to the altar or

  Maybe so anxious, just cannot wait

  Then there are the tender moments

  And the exploratory fooling around

  Messing in each other’s business

  Until there is an accident or maybe intent

  It starts with a bump to the stomach

  As inflation rises to a new high

  The pivotal point of no return reached

  There are dilations and contractions

  Then that involuntary push

  Tommy takes a dive, dear Jesus

  And comes headfirst, crying

  For dear and precious life

  Then for a while he is in heaven

  As he feasts on milk and gurgles

  For that moment he is

  Sweet, cuddly, cute, a bundle of joy

  Tommy will put his parents to the test

  As he grows through preschool

  Kindergarten, elementary, and the rest

  Bestowed with all this energy and zest

  He will bring about so much stress

  Naughty, rude, hard of hearing

  That leaves the parents in a binding mess

  Hopping mad, angry, and staring

  Thinking maybe we are not blessed

  Visits to the principal’s office

  Police precincts, jail, rehab centers

  They are sad, heartbroken, obsessed

  He may strive for excellence

  Good traits he does possess

  Gifted, bright, on the honor roll

  Be academically rewarded

  These parents are proud souls

  Like peacocks on parade morning

  He brought pain and sorrow

  Joy and happiness in abundance

  Above all, he brought so much love

  Too soon, Tommy is gone

  His once pulsating room stands empty

  Parents stand there looking in

  Wondering where did all the time

  And the little one go?

  SCAM ARTISTS

  Like a bee making honey

  You can make money

  Thousands of dollars in hour
s

  Let me tell you how to extract

  Attract romance just like a magnet

  I am going to tell you an even better secret

  You will be the perfection of good health

  Have unlimited person power in your life

  Be tremendously happy

  Way beyond belief or reality

  You will overcome all of life’s

  Adversity and disappointments

  Turn them around so they face you

  Make them work to your advantage

  You will eliminate drudgery

  All emotional pain and trauma

  Use the magic words and eradicate

  All your debts in one glorious night

  You will be all mighty and powerful

  Predicting future with uncanny accuracy

  Reading people’s simple minds

  Controlling all impaling situations

  Wiping out stress, anxiety, fear

  Become the confident, self-assured

  Person you are supposed to be

  Having a lifestyle of freedom

  That which you always wanted

  In possession of your own

  Aladdin’s lamp and genie

  They will grant you your every wish

  All the things you so desire light up your life

  Your little heart and soul ablaze with fire

  With all this success you will be

  Lucky and happy in your joyous life

  They will all come to pass

  First, give me what you’ve got.

  THE BASTARD

  He should have expressed his emotion

  In other ways, but he did not know

  He did not know how to cry anymore

  He had cultivated a high threshold for pain,

  Rough, tough, coarse, crude, scarred knuckles

  Bullying tactics, independent, vain

  Living on the edge, fighting doggedly

  For survival with a will to keep sane

  Do not be sorry, you are not to blame

  It goes back to a time and two daring people

  Sweating and panting there in the woods

  Not thinking about the consequences

  Of their actions as they carried on

  Nine months later without fanfare you came

  Yes, you were born not on a bed but

  Beneath a shed at the back of a manicured lawn

  Into a conceited, selfish, unloving world

  They called you a bastard and a prawn

  You never knew your father Shawn

  He left a long unrepentant time ago

  Time of the distant golden moon

  Before you were here, gone too soon

  Your mother was disgraced and turned away

  No one took time to care or share

  She was resilient and strong but

  Only so much she could bear

  They found her one morning bare

  Trapped, crushed within the jaws of a snare

  You became a man that day and did things

  The only way you knew how, your way

  Having lost the only person who loved and shared

  Your survival was now built around your

  Fists, agility, brains, wits, and so you swear

  With the uncanny ability not to fear

  And your heart grew hard, cold

  As you pound upon your chest

  With rough-hewn fists, you look down now

  On that mound there on the ground

  There is no other pertinent sound

  And you hope your mother is there

  Free, unshackled, unfitted, unbound

  NOTHINGNESS

  As she sat there staring into nothingness

  A hole opened, and there was

  A void where her heart was

  She is full of hopelessness

  A sense of despair, tugging, pulling so strong

  Made her want to go out and do wrong

  Yesterday she was happy and sang songs

  Happy, vibrant, joyous songs

  With a heart filled with gladness

  Merriment, joy, and happiness

  How was she to have known?

  As the bright day ends and the light changes

  It brings the ugly darkness of night

  There was no way to know

  No apprehension of this plight

  How was she to know?

  When he made such a show

  Of helping her grow

  What he did was plant a seed

  New one, now starting to grow

  I told him of my plight today

  He turned his back, raised his hand

  And calmly, deliberately walked away

  I should have stayed in school

  Not play around like a fool

  How do I face my parents?

  What do I say to those

  Who had high hopes and

  Lavished me with all their love?

  And the disappointment and resentment

  Tears at delicate organs and entrails

  Unbearable, and she held her tummy

  And cried “Wahhhhhh! Wahhhhhh!”

  SNAKES IN THE GRASS

  They are everywhere; we are constantly

  surrounded by them

  They are acquaintances always pleasant

  and smiling

  Willing to give a helping hand to get close

  to you

  As soon as your back is turned

  The corner of their upraised lips goes down

  into a frown

  Their just-friendly demeanor takes a terrible

  turn

  Contorting their features as they scheme

  and plan

  How to make you half a man

  Turn unexpectedly, and they are once more

  a swan

  But as you turn once more, they become

  what they really are

  Cold-blooded reptile of the lowest form

  Slithering at the lowest point on their stomach

  Fangs bared, ready for the surprise kill

  Always be on guard, be ready

  When you stomp, do not stomp on its tail

  The head will come back at you like a

  revengeful boomerang

  Your number one duty to you is to protect you

  Stomp on its head

  You owe yourself a life of success without

  misgivings and regrets

  Then leave it where it belongs

  There secreted in the tall grass.

  VIRGIN

  Maybe you can, maybe not

  It may be okay, but by golly! Is it a sin?

  Unchartered waters hold mystery, a lot therein

  Tempted, scared, a coward within

  To explore things of which you are unsure

  Chaste and pure, not knowing how to make a score

  Love yourself, keep being wholesome until you are sure

  That special someone will come along

  Singing words of an unwritten song

  Fabricate words of love and endearment

  Upon the delicate walls of your heart

  Get you involved, starting to play a part?

  All it now takes is a big thing, a simple start

  Cultivate good sense and be smart

  Respect yourself the way you always have

  Hold yourself in high esteem

  Do not
get carried away by the wretched curse

  Virginity is a sanctuary implying purity

  Of vain hope, respect, and ambition

  To lose it is to liberate yourself

  Into a world of romance, forward play

  Orgamistic playing in minor and major keys

  As well as frustration, hurt, and pain

  One thing’s for sure for now and evermore

  Your life cannot and will never be the same

  For those who are gifted and fortunate

  They are happy and careful how they play

  Life’s most delightful indulgent game

  Think and think hard before playing a part

  RAGE IN RUSH HOUR

  My lips bleed as I clench my teeth

  Hang my head through the window

  Point at the sky and cuss some more

  These bleeding drivers pushing me over the brink

  Like them, want me go through

  The cotton-picking rails end up in the drink

  My eyes narrow, they glint like steel

  As I grip the leather of the goddamn steering wheel

  This driver, him a peel right in front of me

  No blinking blinker hunch over his wheel

  Almost rub off my color, expose my steel

  Have mercy, this one, what the hell is he doing

  In front of me just a brake, brake and slowing

  If my middle finger did not hurt

  Maybe I would stick it and show him

  Oh, my dinky dink, what this one think he’s doing

  Push me stars and pound signs off the road

  My head hurts, frothing at the mouth

  Feel like turning around, head the hell south

  Behind me this one he sticks on me ass

  Give him the sign and by

  Chinese language and chopsticks

  Him no want to pass my rassss