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Broken Hearted: The Phoenix, Vol. 2

I gave the lady my last...
My last dollar and my last dime
My last poem and my last rhyme
I pried open the piggy bank
I siphoned the last drop from my gas tank
I walked the last mile, It might have been green
I gave her the last spot in my last dream
And now my heart bleeds...

I showed the woman all...
I showed her the sunshine in my world
I showed her the names I chose for our little girl
I showed her my eyes cry tears
I showed her my strength and revealed my fears
I showed her a true man in the flesh
I showed her my caress in my arms as she slept
And now my life is a mess...

I told this queen everything...
I told her what portion of my circle she completed
I told her when I won, and when my soul was defeated
I told her thank you every time she smiled at me
I told her I wouldn't fail if she believed in me
I told her to be patient God was still molding a man
I told her to walk beside me, loving, holding my hand
And she left and I still don't understand...


I'm coming down off a 24 month high and the grass has grown crazily around this temple and threatens to choke out the stale life that lives within. In this segment of the universe I know not the length of my existence as I write. The words spewing forth are oblivion and I am rotating at mach speed in its destructive path. She borrowed my heart without my permission and her cell phone is disconnected; that is similar to my disconnect between love and reality - a chasm I tripped into the moment I saw her sip the sweet nectar of an apple martini at Club Ambrosia. As a smile lifted the corners of her lips, my heart lifted in unison and followed her spirit for the rest of the evening. She walked around that jazz-laden, smoke-filled locale like she had laid every stone with her delicate hands. She possessed grace and a power so stiff she could put a permanent crease in your clothes with her perfume scent as she glided by. Forget us not being on the same plane, she was fine as wine and in a totally different airport. She knew that my gaze was clouded with her mystery and her movements to these Americanized African rhythms had blood flowing freely through my veins. And in that place I destined my heart to feel pain and my soul to suffer loss. 24 months later my soul still burns and I relieve each moment as The Phoenix.

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