KHALILAH YASMIN©

“Serenade”©2004

To serenade is to seduce with one’s voice;
To seduce is to invite the mate of your choice.
His lyrics were the voice of his serenade,
His serenade was the invitation he made.
His lips were slow and I was enchanted,
Admired by mystery; his presence was magic.
His fingers massaged the keys on the piano,
He whispered his notes; bass, alto, soprano.
His body glided as he moved with the beat,
His serenade was enticing as he thumped his feet.
His hair; bounced as his body waked,
he looked at me and my soul shaked.
Addicting to hear what line sang next;
An orgasm of music without having sex.
His cheeks were blossomed as his words bloomed,
I was dreaming; or so I assumed.
His eyes closed and awoke to lock with mine;
I was in awe; like seeing for the very first time.

My ears were virgins; and I was seduced,
By the serenade his body produced.
His words were his own; a song he had written;
My mouth sore; my lip had been bitten.
His lips shined, between revival from his tongue,
I leaned on the piano, my heart was hung.
His voice was lifted unto the chandelier
Intriguingly conversating and romancing my ear.
It felt like a passionate escapade;
I was the star of his serenade.
He leaned back and his mustache prepared,
For the lyrics as he sat and I stared.
Envying the stool; he rested his thigh,
I was amazed and wanted to cry.

He bellowed and wooed, I smiled with disbelief,
He was a beautiful man with a piano beneath.
The piano played and he filled his lungs,
Words produced by no other tongues.
His hands glided like skating on ice,
Awe, amaze, mystery, entice.
The keys of black and white,
Danced profoundly on the frosty night.
He was the star; that played the piano,
He whispered to me in bass, alto, soprano.

To serenade is to seduce with one’s voice,
To seduce is to invite the mate of your choice.
His lyrics were the voice of his serenade,
His serenade was the invitation he made.
His lips were slow and I was enchanted,
Admired by mystery, his presence was magic.
I was the diamond, shined out of a jade,
I fell for him, during the serenade.

“Dark -Light” © Khalilah Yasmin 2008

Can somebody help me,
out of the darkness,
I found while I was looking for the light,
It follows me, into sunshine,
and wants me to die.
I run but find you~
there,
in every empty memory
pretending like you care…
It’s not fair,…
The Darkness has a shadow over my soul,
Glowing darker as I grow old…  Then I see you. and..

I blame you, it’s your fault,
because you gave me life,
with life, you gave darkness
and you shut out all the lights.

I blame you it’s your fault,

Why did you give me life…
what did you sacrifice…?
I blame you, it’s your fault

You hate me, …cause love if present
it wouldn’t allow you to make me grieve,
I wipe my blood and tears upon your sleeve.
I blame you it’s your fault.

Can somebody see me,
I’m drowning in an ocean, that has no ground,
Swimming, calling, but my screams they have no sound..
Kicking, Screaming, with No One around.
And then I see you, and you watch me,
I sink deeper, and you let me,
fuck you and forget me.

I blame you, it’s your fault,
because you gave me life,
with life, you gave darkness
and you shut out all the lights.

I blame you it’s your fault,

Why did you give me life…
what did you sacrifice…?
I blame you, it’s your fault
You hate me, …cause love if present
it wouldn’t allow you to make me grieve,
I wipe my blood and tears upon your sleeve.
I blame you it’s your fault.

Can somebody hear me,
I’m expression in a world that speaks monotone,
Alone while I watch you with your love to hold,
You dance in the heated sun, watching me freezing cold.
Innocent I was, until knowing who you were,
the desert is numbing my soul, as I watch you dance with her.
The child you loved, while I needed you most,
it’s too late, cause to me now you’re a ghost.
You don’t hear me….  You’ll never be near me…

I no longer care what you think,
drowning deeper as I sink,
if you would have put your DICK away,
maybe you and I wouldn’t have ended up this way..

I’ve no more to say…  so with you now I trade my place

I blame you, it’s your fault,
because you gave me life,
with life, you gave darkness
and you shut out all the lights.

I blame you it’s your fault,

It’s fucked up, that sperm was your only sacrifice,
you’re the darkness, and I AM the light.

And I survived.

“Insanity” ©

Love is a violent rainstorm in hopes of a rainbow,
it’s the darkness in search of light,
the drought in trail of snow…

Love is the empty room, in which companion is filled,
it’s the resurrection of sanity, when all hope is killed.

Love is belief, when surrounded by doubt,
Love is the silence once the secret’s out.
It’s the blood from which the heart breathes life,
it’s the second chance, the selfless sacrifice.

Love, Is by definition, insanity,
for you lose yourself, and identity,
hoping for something that may not hope for you…
temptation, addictive, of a dream to come true…

Love is, the Rose, that grew, in solemn dirt,
it’s the healing that came when all one knew was hurt.
It’s the submission to boundless boundaries,
throwing in a gamble with no real guarantees.

Love is not always beautiful, to some is never kind,
Love was my rainstorm, yet you never were mine…

“Forever” Khalilah~Yasmin ©