Happiness.

This poem is in the diamante form.Its about nature.

*July 15, 2011*
*Inspired by personal events which lead me to cleanse myself of all those who have used, abused, lied, and denied me.*

Jen was a former prodigits bud of mine from Sweden, a dabbler in wicca and the reading of tarot cards. She was an admirer of black men but was admittedly unimpressed with my nude pics, which I had reluctantly e-mailed to her, at her seductive bequest, after a night of hearty and suprisingly sexual and romantic chat.
Her exact words were apologetic but curtly to the point: ´Sorry Al, but your pics do nothing for me.´ She battled a drug habit during our whole time spent as buddies. She is no longer on prodigits, at least, not under her former member´s name.

You’re also in the transparent crystal cup
The inlays pure and mild undulations.

You’re also in the transparent crystal cup
The inlays pure and mild undulations.

We were two angels in evening dress,
Clear gathering in our corner.

This one is about doing the right thing even if it is seen as wrong. I feel mankind will evolve better without religion being passed as fact. I like the stories but it should be under fiction. Religion is like a truly die hard fan club of a book, but this book has undertones that motivate political issues, extremism, and even instigate war. This will be the last religion base poem for a while it is time to change tune.

I found this tattered scroll in the sands of some old desert they must be true.
********WARNING Do Not Read If You Are A Faithful Christian***********
This will likely offend. Sorry, now! I warned you.

This is a poem about strangers and the how they affect us…