The First Time

New technology so advanced
Pictures on walls paraded they danced
Erotic displays of contrast a gun
Or perhaps a water pistol not to stun

Such weapon of delectable destruction
Or simply a virtue of sweet seduction
No need for such steel devices
Only enhances evil its vices

My wife she did seek to clarify
Not all it seems is on the eye
Plastic and unintentional deceit
Not convinced my heart still skips a beat

Words of reaction it did provoke
A comment expected of many a bloke
Enticed by suggestive human skin
Primitive perhaps not a complete sin

An intervention it did require
For such comment alone one may decipher
Words of construction may lead to confusion
A wire is threaded to ease the delusion

Words were indeed profoundly written
Received with intent to openly listen
Words were indeed profoundly replied
And so it begins the quill of first time

MCARB 2011

Sweet Words

Sweet words, oh sweet words
What purpose do you serve
To lure, to tempt, to simply state
Sweet words, oh sweet words

The quill has now stopped
The elevation has been dropped
A simple fact alters direction
Changing his faltering affection

The human skin he cannot resist
A male why should he so desist
The lion roams his field so wide
Free to move like rhythm and tide

The word ‘friendship’ used in distinct ways
A guise, a mask, to hide true pains
A clever device keeps open the doors
The space it creates the endless shores

A fool am I for being so blind
My eyes could not see beyond such kind
Yet all makes sense in retrospect
The irony I shall never forget

Sweet words, oh sweet words
The power and force of your deceit
A weapon my heart it feels such defeat
Sweet words, oh sweet words

The quill has stopped.

MCARB 2011

400 Billion Stars

The quill has recommenced
Of boundary or of fence
The universe has realigned
The murky waters its sublime

Four hundred billion stars exist
Float free from all it can resist
Marked with a name they do become
A message of truth it will succumb

The stars they hold a story you see
The light it shines words do decree
What is written is not for us to know
For each step we walk is each word we stow

Our eyes are yet to share a glance
Our bodies yet to make the dance
His words tame my ego and my heart
Of brevity no less it is a start

The quill is free to scribe once more
The stars they guide an open door
For all is written so high above
All living things such bond they love

MCARB 2011