For everything I ever wanted and could never ever have; I’m told someday but never today and not even tomorrow. I’ll never die in fame and glory you know, I’ll just die and it will be as though I never ever began. Not Yet reminds me of this episode of The Twilight Zone I saw once; if I’m ever on the cusp of having everything will it be not yet or now I hear?
For a moment this place he does reside
A bookstore, a table, books to sign
Friends and fans, giggling girls
A camera shows his face to the world
And every moment a voice cries next
He hears a whisper it says, not yet…
With bloody hands the dead lie still
Passion and ecstasy, another kill
Their laughter stilled, evil no more
Joyful tears they coat the floor
Justice or vengeance that he gets
Silence calls the words, not yet…
His angel, his goddess, and his love
Her beauty and goodness flow from above
She’s naughty, sexy, evil too
Crazy love her feelings true
They fell in love the moment they met
His ear she whispers the words, not yet…
Cheerleaders, divas, schoolgirls too
Every perverse fantasy true
All his lust and darkest sins
Horrors, terrors than never end
And everyone becomes the next
A scream, a sigh, the words, not yet…
Fortune and fame to never rest
All he wants with Oprah’s bless
Not just books but gaming too
Movies, actresses, he wants to do
But as they wait for next book set
Type the words on screen, not yet…
Tentacles in blood and slime
They stroke, strangle, take their time
Have their pleasure in every hole
Pretty flesh they wish to know
A hundred heads and more to bet
The words again, the words, not yet…
Children’s laughter, mommy’s hugs
To daddy run, to daddy bug
Yet he turns to them to play
Tells them stories he writes today
But the end they never get
For they cry the words, not yet…
The master speaks, apprentice acts
The torture, the lust, he has the knack
And the slaves they bore him not
Beautiful, sexy, so damn hot
So he enjoys his perfect pets
To seek perfection, no, not yet…
The world mourns the people grieve
But his words, remain to read
A hundred years in history books
His books they’ll seek to take a look
But dying there, no need to fret
The world he wants it says, not yet…
I lie here dying the dream is dead
My words are lost and never read
All I hope, all I desire
Will it be within the fire?
My heartbeat slows one last breath
Finally welcomed in my death
I seek the words if any left
Don’t confess perhaps, not yet
But can’t escape, no way no how
The angel whispers, the word is, NOW!!!
Copyright © 2010, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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