They both need some work but they are good enough at the moment to post..but they will be tweaked in the near future!
Gaijin
A rose in the land of the rising sun
Potted in concrete and pollution
The saccharine fragrance is fading fast
Petals wilted and dehydrated
Suffocating in the darkness
Thorns bloated with emptiness
There’s an nectar of melancholy
That trickles through an emaciated stem
But its tainted with rage
Fertilizing the roots with emotional chaos.
A rose is the land of the rising sun
Speaks in dead tongues
Talk to me
Water me
Stroke me
Feed me
Love me
Shelter me
Humor me
Deaf ears and blinders ignoring the pain.
In the Land of the Rising sun
A rose is foreign to the natives
Foreign is exploited yet unwanted
Coveting yet isolating
Thoughtless thoughts of thoughtfulness
A constant ray of insanity
Morning mantras of negativity
Fragments of a once beautiful self
Elementally broken and unstable.
2004 v.andre'a
One Night Scent
Excuse me Miss
You smell like someone I want to take home
Maybe we can talk and proceed to bone
Little miss has an agenda of her own
she dreams of creating a happy home
with picket fences, little feet tracking mud onto the floor
She takes this proposition as the magical cure
So instead of acknowledging the illusion
She disregards all the possible conclusions
Hope and faith strings her out
Holding her soul desire of this life’s clout
Her smell is suffocatingly strong
causing a release of slow leaking moans
Breathing is a fetish for him
He steps out on a limb
As he reaches for her arm
And embrace her with his whispered charm
The air shifts ever so slightly
He licks his lips lightly
As she melts into the wetness
As his arms wrap around her
they dance in various speeds of lust
the confused wonderment of each other
she is tucked into a magical tomorrow
only to wake up holding a question mark in her hand
periods are stamped across his forehead
replacing yesterday’s exclamations
hyphenated with the finality of her once heady whiff.
she drags herself away in a trance
reliving last night’s dance
the felt deja vu was the clue
Dropping hints in his flared nostils
The adams apple bobbing
in a crazed gasp for one last breathe
the effect remains the same
it goes by life’s hindsight’s name
bottle it up so it fades undetected
engineered to kill andthen repent
Lord, discontinue this one night scent.
2005 v.andre’a
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