80% perspiration

A slice of lemon shaped moon Squeezed into the blue gray sky, Eyeing the depressed sun; head bowed. A flicker of starlight Diamonds on velvet hair, Hanging down her back; The moon, I mean. Woven until morn, Waiting for her darling sun, Waiting and waning and wasting away.

I lie in wait, Deep within chill depths. Smoke, drooling from my lips; Chill dew, leaching my skin. Soon, I am chosen. Soon, I am revealed. My innards -spilled; My soul -emptied.

This poem was written a long time ago. Like most of the poems i have posted so far, it was written at the beginning of my foray into poetry writing. It is actually a poem written for a woman, who i consider to be one of the most awesome of the beautiful ladies i have had cause to be in love with over time. She influenced the way i relate with people in a huge way and i am always grateful. I have sought her blessings to post this poem here, and she gave them. Unfortunately though, i gave her the first verse, she has never seen the second. hehehe....Do enjoy.

Introduction I have been quite busy for some days now, thus the absence of posts here. well am back again and got some new stuff to weaken your knees as we continue our exploration of the dark parts of man.  I have two poems today, submitted by good friends of mine. I hope they reach you where ever you may be. The first is by Eucharistus Valentino Omamogho, He is a really good poet (my personal opinion) and i do hope he would have the time and patience to contribute to this project of mine. His works can be found on voicesnet.com and on his facebook wall. He titles this one, Reach. Eucharistus Valentino Omamogho