Crème brûlée

She transports me to magical places
Red roses
Crème brûlée
Bonefish ambiance
Heathers artful gift
Leaking eyes
As we absorbed “The Notebook”
Seven years significance
So worth the wait
My how the candlelight
Dances through her loving eyes
Velvet touch
Soothing admiration
As only she can offer
Trust grows
Where fear once reigned
Emotional surrender
I need her now
I wanted her back then
Such is her impact upon my heart
Her sensitive ways
More I crave sweet Mel
His gentle proof
Deftly woven
Through His holy orchestration
No rejection baby
Only love
In it’s deepest form
As it was meant to be


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

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SATAN’S WORLD (A song about reality)

Promised wealth in lethal doses
Violated trust
Perpetual lies
False prosperity
Placing human faith
In the wrong entity
Bombarded by the apathy
Hard to swallow at times
So many desperate souls
Searching for a better way
Silent
Shy
Far too many die
I witness fear
Deep within sad eyes
Sincere anguish
Satan’s world is brutal man
Please believe me when I say
I’ve danced with him a time or two
Fresh new sound
Founded on frustration
Poignant truth
In your face urgency
No need to condescend
Recommend
Try to comprehend
The hope of Jesus Christ
His vision drives my soul
Ever forward
No longer looking back
My frail human shell
I’m not forever young
Not a flipping chance
Aging rapidly
Hardly gracefully
Unceremoniously
Nuclear weapons can’t save me
Neither can one man
Holy assurance
His day approaches
Fulfilling destiny
All the words will have been said
Listen now
With ears that can still hear
Compassion erupts within me
Like flowing lava
My gig is to spread His love
If you don’t dig it
That’s OK
I have to shout it anyway


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

50 YEARS ALONG

Grandiose ideas
Intuitive actions
A thousand good intentions
No need for human blueprint
Chartered course to misery
I’ve memorized your words
Pointed incantations
Shallow creeds of fear
My eyes
Closed in peaceful ease
Need no mortal sight
Higher road to travel
Children thrive in wonder
Innocence
Authentic fascination
50 years along
That’s good enough for me


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

AMBIVALENT

Broken dreams
Empty ambition
Crestfallen mindset
Solemn privacy
Death surrounds me
Amusing at times
No fear for the record
Merely spitting truth
Selfishness
Shallow people
Take my breath at times
Surrounded by grace
Blessed beyond my worth
Life
Blasting holes in my lucidity
Connection with a sacred few
Reaching out to millions
Alone in so many ways
Solitary journey
Perhaps my destiny
My brain
Filled with words to share
My heart
Weary
Hesitant
Ambivalent


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

SEDUCTIVE NONCHALANCE

Strange place
Behind her haunting eyes
Foreign land
Forbidden to any man
Addictive DNA
Intoxicating touch
Seductive nonchalance
Solitary room
Restrictive walls within
No need for explanation
Too heavy for my drifting mind
Brains on the sidewalk
Or simply beyond reach
It matters not today
I just don’t care no more
Moving on is a bitch
Growth
Hurts like death at times
But so necessary
For facile sanity
Loneliness is King
In her land of good intentions


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

DOOMED LOVE

They met in a tropical storm
Lovers once
Best of friends perhaps
His sour mash temper
No match for tragic tears
Acid avalanche
Stark reality
Reared its ugly head
She told him to go to hell
I’ve been there already said he
Her coal black eyes
Piercing
Filled with seething rage
Subtle hint of fear
Melancholy gaze
No answers found that day
Only more confusion
Rueful disconnect
Mindless admiration
Severely dashed hopes
Sacred dreams
Lay bleeding in the city street
She simply walked away
As if she were invincible
A soul must be set free
Or it shall cease to be


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

MIRROR

I wash my face in nostalgia
Take my place in line
With a diametric few
Stars in the heavens
Some in narcissistic minds
Falling rapidly
This day our Lord has prepared
Accustomed rhetoric
Programmed behavior
Acceptance
Patience
Winding road to resolution
Ways of providence
Never crystal clear
Endearing
Enduring
Wayward thoughts
Never meant to comprehend
Second chance at reason
Comes with a lofty price
No longer seeking answers
Simple peace shall do
For some
I am a mirror
Reflections of reality
Unfolding pages
Plastic minds
Hearts of fragile glass
My whiteness
Grows ever beige
Chameleon hues at times
Art
Must be defended
Savored
Dissected carefully
Word by soulful word
Framed by measured care
A poets bleeding prose
Eyes closed
Open mind
Gemstone lines magnified
You can’t stop the flow
Merely absorb it
Seeds of life
Suppressed
Endings are beginnings
My belly full
Still I hunger
Seeking deepest truth


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009