Poetry: Players And Pimps

Those rays of sun
Bounce off your bronze skin
At just the right angle
Just the right moment
You shine above the rest
Standing at attention
Guarding your heart
The gatekeeper is on her job
To keep out players
Pimps, and other undesirables
You can't be bought
Or wooed with gold
You can't be crossed
Because you won't go down that road
A strong woman
With her eyes on the prize
You don't need a man
He needs you in his life
That's right!

Poetry: In Captivity

In captivity we remain
Slaves to each other
Complete with a ball and chain
With no way out, we constantly seek

Not happy with commitment
So we find reasons to cheat
Gossip fuels fights in the night
Calling each other liars

Shouting matches burst into fires
Locked on your target and taking aim
A random " I love you."
Extinguishes the flames

A look of disgust on your face
How could I do such a thing?
You're my everything deep down in my heart
Together at last, we won't be apart

Poetry: Happy Times

Happy times is what life is all about
Hold these things close to your heart
It can be as small as finding money on the ground
Overjoyed that you bought that new house

Mounds of dough in your bank account
A fighting couple that worked things out
Happiness is certainly this I know
Sharing a passionate kiss under the mistletoe

Snowing on a winter day, while all the kids just play
A brand new car when you graduate
In a world so cold, it's not spoken of
The guns and violence has broken us

You're rewarded for doing wrong
Most people come from broken homes
I don't want to keep going on and on, but
Happy times show people in their rarest form