Trapped ....almost

I keep praying you will leave me alone,
It started as an innocent conversation,
A coffee date
Dinner in a fancy restaurant
Later in the week
A drink at the bar
And later coffee in the apartment
I didn’t want the kiss
The caress on the chest
I always said I had a galfriend
You didn’t listen
You kept pushing the boundaries
I wasn’t strong enough to keep you away
You thought my no was a yes
I must confess
In the beginning I loved the attention
I had a daily battle with the angels and demons
I knew better
Now I freeze when you call
I am scared to open my e-mail account
Least I find your hate mail
I want out
I am walking out
Just like I got knocked in
Not this time
I am tired
I want out
I start to close the door
She puts his foot in the door
Closes it behind her
Places the wine on the side table
Grabs my hand

My cry. . .

I'm crying
crying as i bid you farewell
welling up into eternity is the sorrow
sorrowing for the death of us. . .

I'm crying
crying as i pack away the memories
memorising your smile
smiling at bygone moments of bliss. . .

I'm crying
crying as i stare at this sky so blue
blue is the very core of my being
being forced to live without us...

I'm crying
crying at the sight of your wounds
wounding me with your words of anger
angered by my careless words. . .

I'm crying
crying for me. . .for us. . .

MY STORY

I want to tell you a story,
Not of heroes and knights
Or of lovers at night,
But of children at play…
The scent of flowers in May,
Swaying bright and gay.

I want to share the feeling,
Not of pain or burning desire
Or of sadness etched in human needing’s…
But of a sunrise in December,
And of its rays glowing warmly in amber,
Bringing sweet tidings.

I want to give hope,
To sing of spiders and how they grope
Of a caged bird fling free
And a blind cat on a hunting spree
Of a wounded eagle in flight
And how wolves prey at night.

I want to tell of legends,
Not one that that will touch you as it ends
With emotion and thought,
But one that will leave you to sought
For meaning lost and hid
Where dares not cupid

I want mine to be a story
Not words or rhyme in prose or poetry,
Written in haste, full of empty say,
Or blue paste in shades of black-gray
But one with letters in perfect synchrony
Put to echo softly in symphony…

I want to make you dance,
To make you feel bliss
Like the touch of a lovers kiss,
To hold you deep in a trance
To make you feel love, empathy
And walk the path of harmony

I want to speak
Not shout or yell,
Rather stand on a mountain peak
And look deep down into the souls below
And my story tell
Just pour out the words like a living well

I want you to feel the dew in April,
To see a world with no peril
To wish the wind would blow no dust,
Or nights be cold in August,
Not to have you make a wish
But just sit-watch-listen-live…

Mine will be a story-
Of when doves cry,
And babies dream to fly-
When lovers are sly
And the moon shy
Of a sunset in July
The midnight gloom when stars go blue
Of a man and a woman
Of a child, of a dream, of human-humanity-
….of you, of me.

JUST THE BEGINNING

Hi friends and forks. My name is.... Ohhh! sorry my name does not really matter. For those who are asking, YES Anto has a blog, and this means i will be giving you direct feeds straight to your computer, kama uko na net. Don't you think this is the beggining of great friendships and great hatered. Don't avoid me now coz ur news will be all aver the net, thank me coz u will be famous. c ya!!! :)