Sunday, July 17, 2011

CITY OF MIRANDA - A FOOL'S PARADISE

Locked and compelling deep soul arising.
New fresh words flying fast and hard pain lashing
those deep within with each verbal thrust.
Waves of anger crashing a mad chaotic symphony.
Slash slash pain to love and see them writhe in agony.
Clash Clash races will fovever more til judgment clock runneth out.
Sick twisted knarl perverted will fall side side worry not sea times.
Up clock clock nasty stinker die many times before rush.
Abomination runneth a theory of superiority imagine that rush.
Sodomy law say abolish destroy really we rejoice truly we will sea.
Morals gone in world gone ape sick or not? You question I question law
loose for some strident and cruel for blacks supposedly.
Simple is a simple clock past the midnight flour paste made hollow man large and small.
Water to paste destroy distress spine jelly of creature foul as offal. Paid
dividends equate to bribe sold soul worthless anyway left right who cares.
Interchangeable words embellished and relished by pale unwanted packages rejected plain poorly shaped used fruitfully.
Pluck and reflect that imagine it screwed shafted rejected all ways - he ha.
Feelings of regret not nothingless in their eyes sad day wave cresendo thundering past.
Warned and forewarned should heed a sayer's call warn you once, twice, thrice over over again.
Fresh ice spiral down a pigeon's back silent as ways of flight and death unite.
Forlorn and lovelorn tears course a bright silent but cold hard path cheeks pale death.
Lips trembling cries unanswered blue as night mind fresh cold and numb with disbelief.
Sticken dumb with hard facts sad crash topple happy is schemer bled red for all got go.
Cool look delivered way not fresh proclaim smell and reject poor used pawns of love.
Fresh flesh of heart withers turn to ash chains arms chained fright savage white blossoms falling from lifeless tree stumped stalled done.
Thiefs run deep crush life from unwary steal and sell anything found .. people sold as sexual trash life gone.

By Felicia McCaw

A BIKE FOR LITTLE SWEET

Little tears ran down a dear face.
Round and sweet her cherub.
I want a bike cried my Little Sweet.
Baby, baby, Momma does not have money today.
Mom, Mom she cried everyone has one.
A rainbow appeared from nowhere.
Up and up Momma and Little Sweet went.
Clouds, clouds fluffy and heavy they stepped upon.
Wrapped in tendrils of love a golden and red bike sat.
Running happily toward the bike Little Sweet grasped the
bike and said "mine".
Momma cried and weeped tears of joy.
Circle, circle her and daughter dance around.
Thank you they cried and descended down.
Little Sweet riding fast and giggling happily.

By Felicia McCaw

VOYAGES

Looking across the river of land.
Life endless journey questing and learning never fulfilled.
My life humble and sweet but never traveled.
Lounging and dreaming of places wide and far of people
strange different fascinate the mind.

Customs strange and yet intriguing of wonders known
and kept silent.

Wise is the owl who holds time. Knowledge deep as father
of gifts.

Seeketh the way path difficult made. Life revolving deep
swirl of mystery shush deep within magic grotto.
Mindless travel a tingle feet click click on paths gone crazy.
Here there see sea mad sane crazy must travel on voyages many.
Look my mind gone visions appear of strange lands and people lark sings.
Task fulfilled on voyages not explore troubles evolve solve.

By Felicia McCaw

VALLEY OH OH VALLEY SWEET? I THINK NOT.

Small kingdom large a bevy of beautys dwell fine and sweet
question I deep.

My mind borders on frustration at this sweet place of refined
scents?

Quiet not but sears the nose it will especially the evening
will cast a mean spell early morning crave death and early evening
say kill me knave for I need to breath fresh air before I truly die.
Knave says kill thee I not. Too bad we blame on you.

A chilling migraine strikes between the eye when heat stirs foul stale air die I internally little by little.

Ripe as hell this scent makes the skin crawl and wish hell doors open.
Cast forth the true perpetrators of the scent look even the doors of hell
say reject no entry for them.

If wine is fermented what ails the unknown participants who give mercy to none too developed and ripe say I help help help die I from reeks of unknown casts of
foulness of stale air.

Lord it creeps along floor to floor with hate and malice pounding unmercifully at all.

Malignant rancid attacks all dwell torture torture us savagely by blow blow and on and on and on.

Shame shame even the walls say I am game I plead treaty treaty gave I up. Desire to study flee when wifts slay soul assunder and create an abyss no one dare cross.

Noses down averted grimaces hidden teeth knash a knot in half with supposed disdain.
Flee flee I am from this foulness that killeth me. Slowly Slowly die die die.
You endure you endure you endure ... cannot I this scent drive me mad a curseth malady no one should endure.

By Felicia McCaw

LOVE WORDS

Come sweet one speak to me words of love that I might
cherish in my heart.

Let thine sweetness fill the empty corners of my
heart.

See my eyes light with loves sweetest chemistry
of desire and bliss of having you near.

Feel my heart pound deep within a chest expanding
with love's fear.

My joyous thought is having you close and loving
me to my eyes close with sin's delightful sear.

Sugar and spice I am not but steel within ask God I
fathom me standfast to you I will.

Seeketh your hand sweet one reflect I clear.

Mission accomplish yet not but still buttercup find not here.
Yield I to you by loveth thee fill my heart soul reflect
to world I will.

But sorry slurs aplenty findeth thee character torn I
cherish the sweet savage play of Diana the Huntress mimic
I. Knoweth thee tender heart she - hideth lover no one know
to keep shield of pride intact she do. I will love thee and
see her my mentor she be.

By Felicia McCaw

R. Polo Not Insync with Me

Maybe life may have changed for me
Sad and happy I may be and flip flop the wheel will turn
Look far wide I see no end but reflect the world clear
Future cool with respite and might I compel the elements sea
I see a humble one a tumble tremble and cry with mean tears aglow
But never a fleeting foot a catch a thief will try to merge below
Fool others they might seek all and foolish falleth for play tonight
But never break a loaf with a crooked lying fiend that destroyeth a player game
Color fast selfish I might be now to the end watchful eyes glow within
Safer lighter a spirit because no one else load carry I load free I go
Young and old is without a clue of life mysteries that reveal all to many seek
Old Spirit am I who seeked overzealous malice jealous loath I to not jest more

Silly young turncoat sell out all himself and his cast of black intriguing not
Loyalty what is that to poor and devastated pushed manners etiquette imagine that
Money is the flavor they dance a jig to buy them all witness that five dollars credible is it not to witness such a feat marvelous just great
Old Spirit I may be money means crap to me tool is it buy me cannot achieve
Color of the betrayers love other races better than own more respect than self
Sad is day time race care of not will sell person's dignity respect for money tainted glow to destroy one but affect many
Creep show horror disdain for creature lame of thought frame pitiful structure sag falter like spidery lies become elusive tragic flashing knives
Original people start motion of foolish plot love to continue the stupid play of games lies death to respect of Old Spirit gone
Flavor of the name betray your own race for color of pale olive and other of different races
What the hell life atorn they seek all the flavor of bianco and continue game of deceit more more they beacon fervishly wantonly
Flipped around before sad and happy I might be but what won't be is Ralph Polo ever being seen with me.

By Felicia McCaw

Sunday, July 10, 2011

BUTTERFLY DANCE

Sweet water fly
How does a butterfly dance?
With swirls and leaps of color true
Leaps and bounds only an astute eye can sea
She leaps with wondrous colors of rainbow twists
Sails and follys she knows not
Skimming low and high she coast the sky and land below
Coo coo look at me I sail high as the never ending sky
My life free and sweet I trace folly not
Sad not me happy trails of the vivid color I bring
My wings of color are fair as me
I twist and twirl and swirl my pretty wings of lovers delight
My heart is his and claim forever I be
Hist strong colorful wings bring me near and I shelter within
My face endearing and sweet look within his eyes I loose my heart
Forever we fly and sail on the wings of lover
Cherish and petted I abide by his side forever til we live again

By Felicia McCaw