Entertaining hands The colour of confusion Manipulating like a monarch In absolute power Audience of dying voices Muted— Will obey |
—Michele Cameron Drew
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Entertaining hands The colour of confusion Manipulating like a monarch In absolute power Audience of dying voices Muted— Will obey |
But payroll says my paycheck will be docked, Because I didn't get to work on time? I wasn't due to work till 8:00! I always call ahead if I'm delayed. It doesn't make a bit of sense to me, For thirty minutes clocked to not be paid. To figure out that it was their misplay. I hope they don't perceive me as a shrew. That's not the image I hope to display. ‘Cause I'll be there by 7:38. |
Memories of a love so long ago, Weigh upon my dreams tonight, And drift on as the sweetest of distractions, Into my waking life. A few stolen moments whispering, Taunting my soul with the hunger For more of him. Perhaps we should have loved as if We'd never have the chance again. Plucked from his life as easily as our Earth Turns to greet the morning sun. A few stolen moments whispering, Taunting my soul with the hunger For more of him. Lord, please let him come to me. Shower those memories so sweet upon his heart. Let us steal a few more moments... Or perhaps a lifetime. —Michele Cameron Drew |
Seeds of evil lie in root Covering like a thicket About the innocent one Deluding common sense Of an honorable heart Deficient of judgement In the folly Of good intention Moments of clarity lie Within the tangled labyrinth Reaching skyward- Neurologically twisted Thwarted by derangement Never to be unveiled Within the eye Of the broken mind |
This is a very tiny sneak preview of the painting that I have been working on in my "spare" time.