Room 13

There is nothing about this 
Room that holds
Memories of jubilant times
The walls shout out dysfunction
The floors cry from being stepped on
Furniture cowers in the corners from
Witnessing many nights of broken promises
Shattered reminisces of sordid colored walls

When Love Comes Knocking

When love comes knocking at your door

 Waiting to capture you away in its arms

Will you peek through your peep hole?

To see who it is

Or will you take a leap of faith and

Open the door so love can walk in

Tango with your soul

Having your emotions tightly held in an embrace

Body and earth spinning out of control

Has your heart been stepped on one time too many

And the knock is representing your pain with each rhythmic sound

Taunting you daring you to open the door to your heart

So it can come in and take possession

Or do you take a chance and forgive, heal the hurt

Let love saunter on in to mesmerize you with passion

How many times does it take to get it right?

How many opportunities do we get to love again?

You ask yourself what if I get hurt once more and this

Dance ends like all the rest, leaving your heart heaving

Yet still unfulfilled

Debating on opening the door as the knock becomes louder

The vibration of the pounding matching the uncertainty of

Your heart beats

Let me in to love you as you should be loved

Echoes each cannonade tempo

When love knocks will you open the door?

Embrace your future

Or ignore it and live forever wondering…

Three Daddy Syndrome

She gave her love to this man laid in his bed

Nine months later she cradled her joy in her hands

Ten months later he was know where to be found

On to number two who was no better than number one

Showered her with promises

Then reneged by raining blows across her

Swollen stomach

You’d think she learned from her mistakes with

Two babies one hanging onto her legs

And the other swaddled in her arms

Being a romantic and always looking for the

Best in everyone in strolled baby daddy number three

Cool as cucumber didn’t even bother with all that

Phony bullshit just went for what he wanted

And it wasn’t her good cooking

Before she could blink the doctor was congratulating her

On baby number three

But in the back of his mind he was wondering

How she could have fallen for the three daddy syndrome