D.Greaves http://dgreaves.posterous.com Well Veresed. Never Rehearsed. posterous.com Fri, 11 Mar 2011 12:01:00 -0800 CONFLICTING VIBES http://dgreaves.posterous.com/conflicting-vibes http://dgreaves.posterous.com/conflicting-vibes

Conflict

laughter filled nights

serious days

comedic acts

dramatic plays

i move out

you walk in

the ending

of our beginning

sending

conflicting vibes

let us give it one more try

hello

goodbye

witnessing the rising

of the setting sun

walking into our destiny

away from destiny we run

defining time when yesterday ends

today beginning as lovers

tomorrow wanting  to be friends

can friends ever be lovers

if we pretend

to ignore the conflicting vibes

inside of us

enjoying the amusement of the park

with bemusement

casually ignoring the darkness of our hearts

living love on a roller coaster

of love so new

ending 

when we are beginning

yet not through

our aurora borealis

actually a will o the wisp

once celestial brightness

now a blighted light flickering

in the ghostly mist

tear stained pillows

once saturated with the salty sweat

of our shared passion

now we ration

emotion

downsize

devotion

speaking of getting away

yet giving into the notion

of living separate but equal lives

husband and wife in name only

sleeping together

yet forever lonely

two distant islands joined only

by our tears forming a bitter stream

what does it all mean

i say love is sweet

you say it is rather sour

both powerless

yet in need of power

a king and a queen

of separate countries

with no discernable populations

truth becoming insinuations

facts forming into factless abominations

until a once beautiful situation

now permanently resides

within the conflicting vibes

inside of us

as you and i wave a fond farwell

to trust

 

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Sat, 05 Feb 2011 06:19:00 -0800 MAHOGANY CHAISE(4 JUSTINA) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mahogany-chaise4-justina http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mahogany-chaise4-justina

Piano

Awakened by a chorus

from the whipporwills

in a dreamscape

I see you and I

walking through a lush meadow

in the andean hills

 

Bless my foolish heart

as it beats with anticipation

yet my reality reduced

to an amalgamation

of past love sensation

a secret visitation

upon the eve of our wedding vows

pausing to dab perspiration

from your lovely brow

 

I wake up and walk

into the kitchen cove

and set water to boil

on the antique stove

our love assailants

too numerous to defend

plucking from the cupboard

your favorite african blend

 

The aroma cascades

like a mountain stream

trickling into a reservoir

of my memories

macbethian tragedies

our camelot made of wood

burning ferociously

sparked by the careless embers

of my petty jealousies

 

How ironic that in the midst

of war we were so close

our love that once spoke so eloquently

now refuses to be verbose

I settle in my favorite chair

and peer across the room

the early morning gloaming casting

a shadow upon my gloom

from the loom 

of love we weaved our tapestry

and now scene three

of our tragedy

to be or not to be

I pour a cup of freshly brewed coffee

the dark hue reminding me

of loves evil face

a drop of sweet cream

a teaspoon of carribean sugar

sweeten to my taste

yet still tears saturate

my ebony face

as your robe rests  forlornly

upon your favorite mahagony chaise

 

Ignoring messages

received the previous night

only bowing to exhaustion

for sleep is a demon 

i valiantly fight

for when i close my eyes

I only think of you

and even now when sipping a cup

of your favorite african brew

 

I remember old school romance

from the tip of your fountain pen

I see you cuddled in your afghan

such blissful love vibes 

your body would send

yet 

like falling rain

from the gravier romance tome

the downpour of romance is falling

but you are not at home

 

Our fate in lockstep

with Phillip and Nicole

the characters in your book

remember when in the Andean Hills

we kissed in perfect syncopation

with a babbling brook

but alas

the earth shook

and dislodged our hearts 

once so secure

i close my eyes and imagine you

walking in the door

 

where loyalties lie

hearts know not

as time passes by

time ebbs and flows

the passion

the throes 

regret cannot quantify

oh how i wish 

we could have remained

isolated from the restless horde

you my queen of romance

i your knight holding aloft

my righteous sword

 

uncanny how fiction

starts to resemble our reality

twisting the script 

on a timeless bond of intimacy

two hearts befouled

by siren songs in the mist

faded images of moonlight escapades

and sublime romantic trysts

 

Can a screenplay

ever hope to convey

the depth of our sacred love

when the heavens opened

and our names written in the clouds above

the whipporwills

cease their melodic song

and fly away in haste

as your robe rests forlornly

upon your favorite mahogany chaise

 

 

 

I dedicate this piece to justina wheelock

my dear sister whose inspiration to my muse

cannot be measured

justina wheelock is the author

of the black romance novels

 

Like Falling Rain

Where Loyalties Lie

Twisting the Script

 

In addition my dear sister is a marvelous 

screenwriter and poetess

Lady Justina

from dgreaves the poet

to you with admiration

affection and absolute respect

chao

chao

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Fri, 04 Feb 2011 14:57:00 -0800 MENTAL BOMB BLAST (i.e. the end of innocence) http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mental-bomb-blast-ie-the-end-of-innocence http://dgreaves.posterous.com/mental-bomb-blast-ie-the-end-of-innocence

Blackman

It's a Friday night

and here I am

Damn!

trying to recover enough mental ram

2 convince myself that I am myself

despite the last

22 hours

2 minuets

and 22 seconds

aka

the half life of a mental atomic bomb blast

but I'm real enough 2 know

ain't no flags gonna fly at half mast

not for a fool

they only make statues of them

with a gold tear placed

2 honor every tear he shed

right David Ruffin

that man sang that song like he once posed

4 the sculptor of the statue

I ain't posin 4 a damn statue

but I will seek a statute of limitations

on my heart's deprivation

maybe I will find a sympathetic judge

lest you be judged right baby

but right now you ain't worrying about me

you probably eating fudge

because

I was the one who said it's over

and why

I can't deny

once the words escaped my mouth

I wondered what the heck you sayin Dee

but yeah

it was me

see

I always prefer a quick death

2 a long drawn out homily

all that leaves is more animosity

than you're feeling right now

I was taught a man accepts

blame 4 being

it doesn't matter what his lady says

or what she is seeing

because anger makes a woman's eyes

lie

and say things she can't quantify

men have always said it's a woman being

emotional

and as a man you have two choices

smoke a dub

go 2 the club

and drown your pain

in the healing game

i.e.

find a femme

fuck a femme

or say

but that ain't me

I let my Playa Card expire

in my grandiose delusions

I thought

yes thought

despite my obvious faults

that I was represneting

the

Black Male Aesthetic

or more accurately defined as

the study of sensori-emotional values

Big azz VAL on the youse

sometimes called judgement of sentiment

i.e.

being a predator is easy

4 men like me

but my word is my veracity

my bond

ain't no magic wand

gonna cure all that a heart accumulates

not when stake after stake

has been driven into its center

funny what a person remembers at times like this

a teacher in high school once said

in describing the impact and power of an atomic blast

that sand fuses into glass

I wonder if it's the kind of glass you can

toast life with

or if it reflects a life at the epicenter of a mental bomb blast

I seem 2 recall I did rather well in his class

never wanted the bell 2 ring

or the history lessons 2 end

you see

history or her-story is a friend

that will, in times of emergency

defend

motives and debunk assumptions

so with the resumption

of your life, and yes it will commence

the hurt doesn't just dissipate

but the pain makes sense

everybody who been down that road

shake your head one time

in the affirmative

like yes I can

yes I will

no I won't

no I can't

yes I can live and love again

yes I will believe in the power of love

no I won't be afraid of being hurt by love again

no I can't stop believing in the power of love 2 heal

truth be told my love is not incarcerated

but it is out on apppeal

so

check it out dawg

it's a Friday night

and my main man just called

asked whazzup

I said everything and nothing Bond

he sighed

and said quitely

yo..time 2 ride

or emotionally die

so I'm going out

but I've put myself on emotional house arrest

so I got the ankle joint

what's the point

motivation and expectation man

see

I have made it this far being Dee

not predatory

I mean

damn the club does have a Unisex lavatory

i.e.

woman and man

like a helluva lot mo goings onwnnn up in 'dere than

ummmm...washing hands

like glands

and..y'all get the picture

my mental restrictor

ain't but 4 one reason and one reason only

because when a dude is in predatory mode

all he wanna do is find a femme

and..ahem

shoot his load

and man I don't wanna see the hurt on another woman's face

the disgrace

when she wakes

and I'm like you ready to leave

trust and believe

I'm tempted as Hey-yell

but she

i.e.

the prey

might just say

around mid day

why did you hurt me like this

what did I do 2 deserve this.....disssss

and I would ask myself

Brotha Dee

what happened 2 class

and dignity

and respect

so I am gonna come correct

no pun or fun intended at all

the game

that's what it's called

but dawg

it ain't a damn game

when a woman is tryin 2 find her panties

hangin her head in shame

nah..

then it's real as rain

and just as fuckin slippery

i.e.

slimy

slithery

fake

like a maa'fuckin snake

in the garden of good and evil

and I gots 2 be good

'cuz see

I'm on appeal

and God is the judge

lest I be judged

unworthy of being

DEE

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