Urban Geometry: Before Assimilation

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Before Assimilation

Complexities define me
For none know my next move
I need what soon I will see
Until then I leave no clue
Will she stand beside me
Or cross a busy street
Her scent evokes a wildness
For which I must compete
For will I take her briskly
Or move upon the next
Each time it becomes risky
Or now I could reject
To go upon resistance
Walk away in simulation
Let her feel safe
Before assimilation
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

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AnonymousJune 21, 2009 at 7:39 PM
Another stunning work, my friend!
I liked the way it started with a chaotic backdrop....
Keep at it!!
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JeevesJune 21, 2009 at 9:10 PM
Lovely..Good read...
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Quiet PathsJune 23, 2009 at 9:20 AM
This is a good read; I can feel the deep tensions.
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Luther James SpellsJune 23, 2009 at 3:57 PM
I am happy folks have found my work not specifically linked to One Single Impression's prompt of the week. I find it difficult to only produce one poem per week. I even enjoy taking the prompts to different levels and do several poems using them. Thanks to you three for finding and commenting on this entry. I am pleased I have touched you!
LJSIII
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Shadow Of Desires

Conductor say sit right there boy
So I know it time to deploy
I see the man rolling down the isle
Looking at me and checkin my style
Now I jump to the ground
With a bone cracking sound
And run on up over to the big glass door
And spot me some luggage there on the floor
I reads the tags but don't know what they say
Ask the young lady to give me her key
As she turns it over and stares at my gat
I remember I must have forgotten my hat
So she see me and likely will identify
And I take her with me and off we fly
To the hood where she live and I leave her off there
With her eyes in my pocket in a dead cold stare.
I brought the bleach and used it to mask
The fruit of my flight; the proof of my task.
And there at the walk are two beautiful children
Who beg me to come see the the fort they are building
Into the house I slink quietly forth
Making sure to secure the big wooden front doors
To the kitchen I slip for some insipitation
And find this computer next to the gestation
Into the room bursts a beautiful sight
A young white woman clad ever so tight
I take her into my arms and hold her with passion
And slowly peel away her formal tight fashion
We lay to the floor, her head against the tile
I feed her my love as she rests for a while
Suddenly he bursts into the room
To find he has finally met his early doom
I fix him a meal of Luther brand Class
And beat his ever loving white ass
She awakens and I give to her again
A foot long of loving and put her in zen
We bask in the glow of wide eyed dead stares
While I hunt for the keys to finally declare
My freedom and liberty soon to be seen
And wipe off the prints and bleach it all clean.
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Before Assimilation

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