WRITE NIGHT

Gone days, pen to paper, words are now soft keys.

They never worried, I depend on electricity.

Fingers and thoughts cooperate, quills their ways.

Wick or torch lights, mine is neon or cell energy.

We wrote in the dark, imagination fell up,

Observing sundown, welcoming dawn,

Sneezing, coughing, blots and edits, half-sleep,

We both shared things far deeper to be said.

Fonts changed with mood, nouns or adjectives

Displaced as verbs conjoined with pronouns,

Looking at the surface as the stars see us,

Was there a much secret being present?

In that slow of insects, mammals also the reptiles,

We wrote as if obligated to life, words ran for miles,

So in sleep our sub-conscious prevails,

To compose what you will read in the morning.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

WITHIN WITHOUT

Homes with; water, electricity and gates

Without affection in the family,

Why eat, sleep or laugh?

Without discouragement, lies

Blood seeking and greed

Within minds and chest,

Would be; prudence,

Decisiveness and trust.

Without knowledge of soul,

Devoid of purpose of spirit,

They cannot fathom personas.

So emotions dictate moods,

Which fuel demeanor that fluctuate?

Inwardly I invoke, investigation

Outwardly I provoke scrutiny.

No judgment before self-analysis.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

VIRGIN LIPS

Repeated delicacy in amylase,

From covers I keep her,

A place of dim light,

I observe, can tongue touch gems?

Color; not crimson or pink guava,

I rescind pick or say,

For my act is in delay…

While she prays, for pure play.

Chords of expression, arms

Round arcs and plain, areas of

Reaction and results, allowed

I am to beat my heart around

Her mentmotions, up, down

Side to sway, palms roam

Slow is pace, gentle face.

Seen is the scene of deep.

Presenting, hungry thirst,

Pangs of need to taste,

Minerals up on clouds,

Preciousness carried away.

Only I know, treasures are true

My chest is purified, so I’m restricted,

Restraint orders freedom,

“It must end where it starts.”

Your lips graze over mine;

Honey or scented petals,

Spices or spring water

She evokes, tamed passion,

Her depth, found in the gaps

Of her addictive air.

So she proves that;

Virginity and chastity are opposites.

Carswell evoL aka M.O.O 

TO WHAT I SEE

What is attraction?
“What they want is under,” they said.
I could smile,
“After that they change,” they chuckled.
Twice I frowned,
“Anon they leave without word,” said woman.
Back to the genesis.

Sight, selective fit mind, best from better,
Vision has a sort of reverse code,
Hence why there is the mutual attraction,
I note the skin tone and tenderness,
Well chiseled cheeks and curves,
Happenstance firmness of breast,
The hair is natural as artificial is counterfeit.

Why does she complain?
Yet they too are attracted to the materials.


M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

TO MY NAME

Cease to exist, I never was,

Will they change my name?

To something that suits claim…

A rebel; anti- this and that…

They will brand me;

Bird flu, small pox, EBOLA,

AIDS, SARS, anthrax,

MALARIA, polio and CANCER,

Forgetting my surnames;

Starvation, thirst and unhygienic

Homeless, nudity and hopeless.

Add these as my last names;

Pollution, war and terror,

They accuse me of inception,

Yet the problem is;

The tribal names you have.

Add betrayal and treachery too.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

THEN

Time heals wounds, busy trying to find.

Engaged in the things of stomach,

Then,

You crossed my mind…

Like a desert wind, across sand dunes

The heat in mind, swayed into coolness.

I came down,

Then,

Remembered your wisdom, altruism sank through,

Aware, your angel was with mine, guiding somehow,

Then, I whispered,

"You will always be my best teacher.”

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL 

THE HEAT

Struggle for the children,

Wife the inherent handler,

At ground six, I watch silently,

The arsonist vapors my bride’s pride.

All that work, equated to bleak visions,

Perseverance was the journey,

Why is failure a destination for the heirs?

A flame of pure helium, burning home,

In the inside steel and pillars melt,

The terrazzo becomes molten rubber.

Why does evil befall the grandchildren?

Why can’t someone save my family?

Will it hold any longer beyond the now?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL