True Love

Nosily Brook

Nosily Brook had his nose in a book

Quite often it stuck in an updraft

So often he took under nose, in a nook,

a book that looked like a mustache

The fewest like Freud, even Lewis,

avoided the shaving of Shavian signatures.

When posher, like Chaucer and Shakespeare,

this face here has character bound like a ligature.

The pages and face’s accessory worn

on students and well informed teachers.

“I prefer this mustache and plus it has such class.

I love this librarian’s feature.”

The ABCs of Leaving a Mark

A is for the alphabet, though syllabaries work too

B are the blocks in a printing press’s use

C are the characters engraved on the stone

D are diacritics that give each word tone

E is for etching the image in sight

F gives us fonts we can choose when we type

G is the grapheme and graffiti on the wall

H is for history, write it or draw

I makes the ink, on mediums far and wide

J is for jot, the act of the scribe

K is for kiln and kintsugi dynamic

L are the lines and designs on ceramics

M is for memory, the reason we write

N are the nocturnal who write through the night

O are the oils in ink and in paint

P are the pigments produced by the saint

Q is the quill that is dipped in the well

R is the ruler that straightened the spell

S is for spray paint, stickers, and stencils

T are the tags in the tunnel made a temple

U are the various range of utensils

V are the values applied with a pencil

W is for writer, whether author or artist

X is the mark disrespecting a target

Y is the yellowing varnish on canvas

Z is the zig zag pattern in hand script

Candles

I've heard my candle burns, quickly

What passion burns in the heat of the moment

Melted

So fast, the light is more like a flash

And now I return to the darkness

The old familiar darkness

Imposter Syndrome

Sometimes I don't know who I am

Or what I pretend to be

Even while I'm doing the dance

It doesn't make sense to me

I worry I'll fail my ventures

Years of training don't feel like enough

It feels like I don't belong here

My confidence feels like a bluff

I'd like to meet all my heroes

But our differences are more likely

I'd like to be like my champions

Knowing well they aren't like me

Am I lying to the people around me

Or am I just lying to myself

I'm too old to feel this new

And too visible to hide in stealth

True Love

It's you and me til the end
everybody wants you like their family and friends
with the ultimate persona
Captivating aroma
down to Earth from the Heavens she stems

and I know I must admit
that I often tend to flip
when you're caught up in a twist
never to offend me
but you get greenish with envy
I don't need another girl
it's you and me against the world

when we're lying on the bed I roll you over
I pucker up my lips then I kiss
as we venture to the sofa

we can do it out in public
I know that you will love it

on the patio in the barrio
on the car hood in the hood
I'll take you to the shower
but the bath is sounding good

a warm bathing by candle light
is something you can handle right?

Euphoric feelings in my brain
from the mind you make my change
I'm taming my insane
frame by frame from the reign
so please don't go away
I'm calling you by name
I place no one above you
cus I love you
Mary Jane

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