I walk the hot rails in the blazing Sun
No sign of shade, breeze, and I've just begun
I long for her smile, her touch, and her hug
As I fan away green summer june bugs
Only sixteen and I yearn for this day
In deep,deep love, and she feels the same way
Butterflies fill my stomach , there's her house
Will see her face soon, oh I want to shout!
I knock on her door, oh love, please be there
Egyptian Mau cat eyes, and honey brown hair
Hand in hand as the Sun bath our faces
Want to be here, and no other places
Left Boxcars on rail, we venture inside
For stolen kisses, a secret we hide
About the Creator
Anderson Loyd
Atlanta Institute of Music & Media Graduate...,Audio Post...,Musician..., Song writer...,Author..., Film Director..., Film Editor...,Studio Producer.
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The ONYX BIRTH
I was taught that the Earth carried a deep dark silence, even non-exsiting before that state. No Sun, no Moon nor Stars... . It would be made perfect and inhabited. The North, South, East and West winds would emerge and find their way across the firmaments which divided large mask of water. Once the Creator added the Sun, Moon and Stars..., that became the first day. The Creator then reached deep down into the black surface horizon, enriched with organic carbon and took that soil and formed man. Breathed into his nostrils the breathe of life, and the soil would enbody the soul. The Creator would later place the man into a deep sleep, so that a rib would be taken from him in order to make him a companion of his own. They were to be fruitful. As generations and more generations pass, I would be spawn from the nector of man. Coming from this origin, I exsits. From the dark soil from which they came, the pure color of black can exist in nature without any light at all. My blackness is symbolic of power, mystery, elegance and sophistication. Not just one dimensional, but of Onyx, black olive, charcoal, and Jet. Vantablack..., which absorbs 99% of light, the darkest pigment on Earth. (Oh what power! ) My large dark hands and feet, make me capable of doing all things. The thick threadlike outgrowth from my head, is my crown. It is also full and black. It matches my skin, black on black. Full of melanin pigments which provide protection against the deleterious effects of ultraviolet radiation, given at birth. I say above all things and this black body, is my beating heart that beats the rhythm of all those that came before me. Being taught that their blackness was a curse, but the truth lies within.
By Anderson Loyd3 years ago in Poets
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