Ignorance

Yes!I would like to trade this pair of shoes, for a pair of Timberlands
They were my Grandfather's marching shoes, he passed them down to me
told me that they would help me take a stand

Said he marched in those shoes until they open the school doors to
educate the black man.

He said he marched in those shoes until he had the right to vote
Democrat or Republican.

He said he marched in those shoes until they had grass and mud stains
from all over America's land

He said he marched in those shoes while being hit with bricks and
bottles because he had some demands

He said he wanted to be able to drink from any water fountain his
thrist commanded.

My Grandfather did a lot of marching in those shoes just to prove
the black man was a man.

I would not do that to my Timberlands

Copyright © Simone Byer, 2007

Our Universe (Orion's Belt, part ii)

I want to intoxicate you with thoughts of me
Or maybe of what you and me
can be
Together.
I want to fulfil all your dreams
As you sink into my inner self,
Connecting your soul to mine
Until there’s nothing left of Ours to hide
From you...

Or

me.

He asks………how do I make u feel
I pause………….I blink rapidly………then…….I smile
………I close my eyes and
I picture deep dark purple skies
decorated with silver liquid stars
Dripping into a spherical reservoir

One
Drip
At
A
Time

Creating tiny ripples that disperse
Separate
But still connect
Those tiny droplets cause a wave [my emotions]
To flow like rapids until
My cup rennet over [see my silver tears]
And I catch droplets of mercury on my fingertip
It trickles onto my lunar surface [my skin]
Joined by other tiny droplets
They sit
Gelatinous silver semi domes
In the lightness of my land masses
They sit
Unable to be pinned down by pressure
But at the slightest touch
They multiply
And
They become……..still….yet……never stagnant
Continuing to flow from
Burgundy circles floating in ivory seas
That dilate uncovering the view to my soul
My black pools reflecting
Sliver liquids flowing to and fro
Forming beautiful shapes ever changing
Never remaining the same
Yet
Essentially at their core
Oh………so familiar
Contracting in the cold
Expanding in the warmth [of your voice]
SilkySatinyFragileIndestructibleStrongSoftUnbreakable
I answer………come……wade with me in pools of silver liquid stars
……and experience how you make me feel…….

INEXPLICABLE BEAUTY

© Byer S., 2009