DANCE
MOVE AROUND AND THROW
OUT THE RUBBISH, AFTER ALL IT’S ONLY TRASH
THINGS YOU’LL
REMEMBER ANYWAY, SO WHY KEEP IT FOR A STASH
TAKE HOLD OF THOSE
MEMORIES AND GO FORTH TO MAKE MORE
GREAT TIMES, CELEBRATORY
TIMES, OLD FUN TIMES OF YORE
MOVE A LITTLE CLOSER
TO LIVING THE REAL YOU, NOT WHAT YOU’VE BEEN
MOVE TO BE COMFORTABLE
IN ALL YOU DO, THE PERSON YOU’VE NEVER SEEN
DANCE, MOVE, DANCE,
MOVE IT’S ALL IN YOUR ACTIONS
IF YOU SIT BACK AND
GRUMBLE, YOU’RE LEFT WITH NO SATISFACTION
YOU’VE ALREADY
BEEN THERE CHASING AND RUNNING DOWN YOUR EMOTIONS
DANCE, MOVE, MOVE,
MOVE TO ANOTHER HEIGHT
YOUR LIFE WILL ONLY
TAKE OFF IF YOU TAKE FLIGHT
Originally DaMoment
I chased you
I Chased You
I
was fine as all get out,
most definitely without a doubt
Honing
in on men that I
wanted to take out
My
heart was never in dismay
For
“they want you” is what
I often heard them say
One
guy in particular, a
good ol’ boy, had no idea I wanted a menage a’ trois
With
his paper sack brown
skin, I was raging within
It
was crazy, it was down
right mad
Anticipating
sex I hadn’t
had
Although
you laid low, your
green eyes gave me the go
Once
we got started, I knew
you wanted mo
I
called a friend in order to
begin, a threesome it was to the exasperating end
A
fantasy in my mind, I
could only pretend
In
my mind, I chased you
Originally
DaMoment
Birds did no longer sing
No blooming flowers in the spring
There was no sun to shine
There was no clock to give time
There were no places to go
No cars going to and fro
No moon to give the earth a glow
No grass to graze, no grass to mow
My heart stopped,
My pulse dropped
Silently, it all was over
-Originally DaMoment
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Can’t read
Won’t lead
Stays in bed
Under the bedspread
Fear raises its ugly head
Taking me back to the Armistead
Life I dread
Because of aforesaid
Memories of bloodshed
Not male or female, but coed
Hauling all away on a flatbed
Seeing the tears my mother shed
Dreaming of America, a better homestead
Originally DaMoment
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Can you
help me find my way? My sense of direction has died, I have no emotional bearings
inside. I am lost.
Open your heart that you may see my soul resting upon yours
and our intimacy will direct our feet to the fields of passion, unknowingly becoming what we have come to call home.
I painted the picture that you had envisioned but I chose chalk
and acrylic skies to capture what remains of your heart. The essence of your love pierced through the layers of my skin hoping to gain understanding
of things I have buried inside. I can see how heaven feel.
Yes!
And oh how the clouds pounce off one another with the air of God's nectar, dissipating through the nostrils of desire, culminating
in a bond on His right side living forever more.
Originally DaMoment
Damn Awful
S – Suffocated
H - Hated
A - Annihilated
M - Manipulated
E - Equivocated
Damn Shame.
A - Adulterated
D - Deteriorated
V - Violated
I - Impregnated
C - Complicated
E - Exaggerated
Awful advice.
-Originally DaMoment
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I Don't Drink Anymore
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I used to get a heavy head
To the bottle, my feet led
I got so delirious
Never one time, curious
My hormones raged with so much fuel
My hormones were sex inside a capsule
Ultimately where my knees buckled
On the bed I laid plainly humbled
Actually it is known as being numb
Not giving a thought to what the alcohol had done
I got cirrhosis, a liver disease
Just think, all I used to say was “pass the bottle please”
Depression raised its ugly head
A mirror
of the life I had led
Prozac and Zoloft, to name two
Antidepressants the doc said may do
What the alcohol did to my state of mind
Wore on my body over some time
Now with the medication I now take
A mixed drink I no longer make
To the bottle, I’m no longer a whore
For life’s
sake, I don’t drink anymore
-Originally DaMoment
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I’m Not Jealous
Don’t believe the hype, I’m not the jealous type.
You can’t tell me you didn’t sin, you screwed around again and again.
Our marriage was made with a vow, although with a moody distemper
With all the lovely words you said, it’s obvious you didn’t remember
With your friends, you’d hang out all night; with women in tow, it wasn’t right.
You’d party past the break of dawn, coming in late became the norm.
You acted like you had a live-in friend; wake up my brother, this has to end.
You dressed with bling and the like, out singing karaoke taking over the mic.
Home you came with lipstick on your collar, it was another woman, I’d bet my last dollar.
Oh no, not from me arguments you heard, I would not give in to you getting the last word.
I stuck it out ‘til what I would call the end, I got my divorce with a subtle grin.
I didn’t hate, for my vows were true, but you messing up, just wouldn’t do.
I gave what you wanted, furniture and all, for all I wanted was freedom and ass I’d haul.
Time has past, but you’re still the same man, sitting back pondering your next plan.
I have to pray for the victim, for smart she can’t be, never been on the inside - the true you she doesn’t
see.
I’ve moved on based on my suspicion, pursuing hopeful opportunities, needless to mention.
So when “I’m not jealous”, is what I said, believe it ‘cause if it was true you’d be
dead.
Thankfully, I’m not the jealous type.
-Originally DaMoment
You Are Nuts!
You come along singing a song
Like you’ve got nothing to do all day
long
You expect to waited on hand
and foot
Wake up fool and take another look
Look at your life for your
past has been
A waste of time with no drive within
You’re a parasite, a
pig, and a moocher
Can you at least get a job, I mean just could
ya?
I don’t understand how
useless you can be
Take off those rosy
colored glasses and see what I see
A man with no rhythm for life, no hearing for sound
I’m sorry, but
a sweet momma, you aint found
You’ve hit up the whole
entire family
But for some reason you seem
to cling only to me
Go muster up, shave, and get your ass in gear
Read a book; learn some words
an employer wants to hear
I pay my taxes and you take
them away
Sitting on your ass doing
nothing all day
Then you bitch about not getting
unemployment
It’s not a gift; it’s
a benefit not for your enjoyment
You are nuts and someone has
to tell you the truth
Right
now my friend you have absolutely no clue
I’m so glad welfare has a limit, for people like you it would be infinite
So shoo, go away; do something, produce
Go wash your face, comb your
hair, add a little mousse’
If my efforts don’t make you change
I can only not say you’re
nuts, but you’re insane.
- Originally DaMoment
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