Visions of you

 

I see a knight in armour – one of King Arthur’s – ready to do battle

at the drop of a word – for Queen, country, god and ego.

 I see Babe Ruth, knocking balls out of the game,

in order to be the winning team – for god country and soul.

I see Amelia Earhart, taking on the air, the skies, the world

– for ego, spirit, soul, heart and the abused child / woman in her.

I see Muhammad Ali, putting on the gloves in order to knock out

all wood be challengers to her position, control, power, rightness.

I see a chess pro, taking out the pawns, the knights, the bishops,

rooks, the queen – check mating the king – putting him in his place,

- under her thumb, under her queen - winning the game.

I see a friend chocking up in the crunch – makes the wrong choices –

ends up missing, sinking the eight ball that she is now behind.

Never winning the game she so desperately wants to play well.

 

I see a friend who needs so much more than she is,

who needs so much more than she ever gets,

who needs to be a lover and loved,

who needs to be loved as a lover.

  

Visions of you
Part Two

De ja vu - I see a sergeant, major, barking out orders, to all,

as if this world were her own private army.
I see a little Hitler, – mustache and all – trying to rule
her tiny, little universe – make it fit her ideal dream.
I see a Johnnie Cochran, and his dream team ( your demons ),
O J Simpson, the defendant, convincing herself and the world
she is truth, she is right, she is might, and as  Jonnie Cochran,
the lawyer, the mouth piece shooting down - all reason, all logic,
all attempts – by denying, by lying, by deception, by trying
to baffle brains with bull shit, by throwing every irrelevant
- verbal diarrhoeaed – thought and word into the fray,
in order to distract, avoid the issues, the truths, to be right.
I see a Jim Jones, a Joseph Smith, preaching her gospel,
a gospel according to her - designed to have the sheep,
the blind, the week, the lost souls of this planet  
to follow her path without question, and in the end,
sacrifice “ ALL ” for the sake of her fragile soul,
her floundering, lost spirit, her ill ego.
I see a friend, with a heart of gold, if truth be told.
More of a friend to those who have done her wrong.
then to those who truly care, about her welfare.
 

B. J. “A ” 2

July 29^th, 2003