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Monday, December 12, 2016

My Mona Lisa


She lives in this little thing that I type into so madly
She is a dime store novel queen
Black as coal with hair of purple curl
She calls herself Jennifer but inside I think she's really Danny 
She works at the local barbershop cutting hair for twenty dollars 
Putting gel in people's hair is her calling
She smokes her cigarette as we talk the old man and this queen of barbers
I'm afraid to think of what she looks like without her makeup and her wig
So I won't I'll just imagine that her beauty is for real 
Cause it really doesn't matter
She comes from Ethiopia her husband brought her here
To wash and clean his clothes and make his supper
He told her that he loved her while seeing someone else
Another woman in the apartment right above her
Now her kids are grown and she lives alone
In the midst of Prince George's County
This refugee with purple hair who cuts hair for twenty dollars 
Everybody loves somebody sometime
And everybody has something to say
I wonder if she noticed that I didn't need a haircut 
When I walked into the barber shop today

Robert 

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Russian Hackers

Russian hackers go away, find somebody else to fuck with!

Robert

Thats All I Have To Say (RIP Leonard Cohen)


Some people come to you in life and some people come to you in death I'm gonna love you baby until my dying breath

I wanna thank you all for leading me to the hole I wanna thank you all for not showing me the door I'm gonna love you baby until I ain't around no more

I don't know where I'm going but I sure know where I'm from I'd like to think that it's from heaven not from being oh so dumb I'm gonna love you baby as I ride off in the sun


I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
I'm always gonna love you

That's all I have to say

Some people say I'm crazy for all the things I do and say I just want to tell you baby right here this very day I'm gonna love you baby every night and every way

What a fool I've been to think that love plays no part in all the things that I have done and that I'll be forgiven by every mothers son I'm gonna love you baby while I'm out here on the run

There no end in sight there no where to turn it's only love that always seems to be the main concern I'm gonna love you baby is the only lesson that I've learned

I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
I'm always gonna love you

That's all I have to say


I can't stand the pain as I stand here in the rain why did you have to tell me that love would never be for us again I'm gonna love you baby cause I know it ain't no sin

If you don't want me baby I have nowhere else to go it's been you for so long and all I've ever known I'm gonna love you baby until the end of the show

Sitting by the river down here by the shore where there ain't no one to talk to and there ain't no one to love I'm gonna love you baby like I never have before

I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
Until my dying day

That's all I have to say


Robert
2016


Write That Shit Down


As I gaze out at the stars across the river wide
I think of her so far away yet always by my side
I met her when I needed to be loved
I feel her in my heart here with me now
underneath these stars above 
River wide river deep
my lovers heart
please dream of me while you sleep

I find it easy to tell her how I feel

When you awaken and begin to write think of me I'll be lying in my bed writing to you I have been waiting for you for a long time and so glad that you are here I know this sounds very strange but there are only certain times in each of our lives when we meet someone who has the courage to say hello or to leave a card or to want to talk those moments of attraction cannot be overlooked and should be treated with the urgent nature which they require it is in those moments when the magic of life and love happens it is in those moments when people make the connection that will direct and shape their entire future it is those moments when love happens you can feel it maybe not right away but you can feel the energy passing from one to another the energy that ties all things in the universe together the energy that you feel while making love the energy that you feel when having an intense conversation the energy that you feel when you are born and first open your eyes it is that connection that energy which I have always been searching for and found with you if only for a brief passing moment but a moment that I will remember forever it is possible to love and it is possible to feel if you allow yourself the freedom to live in the moment please forgive me I love you I always have and always will I know no other way it is my curse and my joy that I bring to everyone that I meet I wish only to find peace in this lifetime and in any others that may proceed I want to feel the raw edgy you the you before you've had time to think the you that I want to wake up next too the you that I want to make love too the you that I want to be with in this moment the you that loves the you that feels the you that wants and hopes and dreams the you that is only you and no one else before coffee before makeup before clothes naked is what I want not many people can give me that but I believe that you can you already have now write that shit down...

You asked...


Robert
2016

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Bed of Lonliness


Wearing only
stockings of white lace
she gazes into
a mirrored page
that lies between naked skin
and sheets,
searching for true loves face.

Upon this bed of
faded black and white
lies a book of poems
and a photograph,
she slowly starts
to read the words
so patiently to her I write.

As she enters
into a flowered pastel state,
passions fire
is undraped, exposed,
uncovered
from the waist.

Lightly touching parted lips,
I find
a tender place to kiss,
and guide my
gentle
love inside
her bed of loneliness.


Robert

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Writing and a Reading

He had laid down on the floor not knowing what he'd done while time fell slowly all around believing that no one loved him had taken all the life in him away but he knew in his heart that love was somewhere out there looking to be found

As his strength slowly returned and he got his wits about him he picked himself up and walked away the drugs and booze had not killed him and he would live to love and fight another day

She had a way about her of telling him the truth about life and things he could not figure out and she could sense when he was crying and tell when he was trying to ask her what life was all about

Some days it feels like life ain't worth living and some days it all comes crashing down. it's those days when it's good to know that you are loved and have your friends around

He met her in a bookstore in the little town of Durham while walking with Virginia to see a friend never in a million years or an eternity of lifetimes did he ever think anyone like her he would ever meet again

She was writing and a reading
And feeling like she was needed
And thinking that all of her tomorrows would come true
When that fella smiled at her and with his open heart said
"I Love You..."


Robert 

Fall Turned To Winter

I've spent a lifetime dreaming and
I've spent a lifetime thinking that
I could be something that I'm not
when all along never really liking
who or accepting what I was

Then she died of cancer and fall turned to winter

My disposition got worst never better
I would not look into a mirror or take a picture
What I saw was me but it looked like someone that I did not know

in my mind I thought I could change
I could be the one that I admired
I could be a knight or a star
I could be someone's lover

Then he had a heart attack and fall turned to winter

Why when I start to feel like someone that I'm not
I'm always reminded
When someone takes a photograph
And I see who I really am
On the outside a shell a body and a face
If someone who should see
That this is not the real me
That the picture is not complete

Then you died in a car and fall turned to winter

And another part of me was taken from the picture
And I grew tired and I grew weary
The photographs began to turn dark and ugly
I did not like what I saw but it was me
Losing all the parts that were attractive
To time and to the people who I had lost
That were so dear to me
I came here as a child I leave here as a man
Never learning the difference
Never being who I am
But always wanting to be more

Then I died

Robert