The Evil From Under The Door

 The Evil From Under the The Door

 

© 2008 WRITTEN BY CHARLES BANKS, JR. WRITING AS BLACK ANGEL

The evil from under the door sneaks

through the front door of my home.

Invading my space and my good fortune

inflicting me like an injected virus.

On purpose it targets me like a shopping store.

The convenience of a happy home is threatened

by an unknown and undetected evil.

The breeze covers every crack and hiding place in my home.

It hides in the closet of my bedroom and waits for the right moment to attack.

The evil may come in the form of an ant

carrying a deadly disease or the form of

an allergy that slowly defeats me.

The evil waits in the form of the night

until I no longer am moving and I am sleep.

It preys on my inner most subconscious thoughts

and secrets and uses them against me.

The evil haunts me and I am a prisoner

of this evil that creeps under the door to my home.

© 2008 WRITTEN BY CHARLES BANKS, JR.

WRITING AS BLACK ANGEL

EXCERPT FROM PAGE 94 OF “A ROSE IN THE NAME OF LOVE”

© 2008 WRITTEN BY CHARLES BANKS, JR. WRITING AS BLACK ANGEL

Stick and Stones (Battleground of Love)

Sticks and Stones (Battleground of Love)

 

I wish I could hold you again

the privilege is too much for me to give up

I realize that dreams ever so often come true

I can only hope and pray to Cupid that

this particular wish is granted.

As the hands on the grandfather clock continue to move,

I am becoming older in regret

I am succumbing to this torture that

I have inflicted on myself.

Don’t you think I have suffered enough?

Haven’t you put me through enough by

being arms length away from me?

At an unbearable distance away from me?

I have fought this battle of

love once before

and I have won a few battles

on opposing grounds.

I have never encountered such

a war tactic like yours

my defenses are down and I am

on the offensive attack.

My heart is on the front line

taking the bullets of rejection.

Why do you hold yourself back?

Why do you torture me with such a

strategy?

We aren’t getting any younger, you know?

Shall we make peace instead of war?

The bloodshed to my heart

cannot continue any further.

I am waving the white flag, surrendering

to love.

Not forever, though, when I am

strong enough I will return in an

attempt to once and for all win you over.

WRITTEN AS CURIOSITY

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Excerpt from page 31 of A Rose in the Name of Love

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as CURIOSITY

White Rain

Hard at work!

White Rain

 

White rain in the city, a

mirage is created.

Through the goodness of the city,
the richness of the soil from

the constant rain and the craziness

of the morning traffic has all

been a mirage.

All that has been presumed to be simple

is not anymore.

The city is filled with corruption

and deception mellowed with

misconception.

The city is not noticed for its rich

green grass but for its racism,

deceitfulness and steady greed.

A battle of wits between two flesh and blood brothers,

a botched murder attempt, a war between two new

foes, adultery and a case of

mistaken paternity.

WRITTEN BY CHARLES BANKS, JR

WRITING AS BLACK ANGEL

EXCERPT FROM PAGE 110 OF A ROSE IN THE NAME OF LOVE

© 2008 BY CHARLES BANKS JR.

SELF-PUBLISHED AT LULU.COM

© 2008 BY CHARLES BANKS JR. SELF-PUBLISHED AT LULU.COM

Shadow in the Midnight

Shadow in the Midnight

 

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as CURIOSITY AND BLACK ANGEL

 

Black I am and I am hiding

from the man with the black beater in his hand

and the shiny badge.

He is relentless in his pursuit

in finding and locking me up.

I hide in an alley with the stench-filled dumpster

that has been neglected like

the poverty.

I never pointed the finger of blame

but now I am forced to.

As I see the real truth

I have come to the realization that

life isn’t as simple as I see it.

It never will be, either.

One of the many sad realizations

we have to face in America.

I could never understand why

foreigners’ lust to come here.

Everything that’s advertised in books and magazines

aren’t really what they are.

People get singled out here, too.

People die for their freedom here, too.

People just like me

get overlooked by their government

for currency.

Why would you want to come here?

I love this great land.  Do not misinterpret my words.

But I am surely not free.

I once was considered three fifths of a person.

Why would people want to come here

where people like me have all the opportunity in the world

and throw it away?

 

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as BLACK ANGEL

Excerpted from Page 120 of A Rose in the Name of Love

Closer

Closer

Can I get closer to you?

Smell the sweet scent of your hair and your seductive perfume?

Can I feel the warmth of your butterscotch skin against mine?

Can I inch closer to you,

close enough to feel each breath you take against my rugged face?

Can I be close enough where you can run

your peaceful fingertips softly against my face

and close enough to where the hairs on my arms stand and I get goose bumps?

Can I get close enough to where I can slowly

caress you and gently rest my lips alongside your neck?

Can I get close enough to look

into your hazel eyes and be blown away by your beauty?

Can I be close enough to whisper into your ear

“I love you, darling! For the rest of my life I am yours and you are mine?”

Can I get close enough to hear

the almost mute moans of passion,

as I run my fingers through your hair and beyond?

Can I get close enough to cuddle you

in the aftermath of lovemaking and

close enough to comfort you

through the darkest of nights and bad dreams?

Can I get close enough to believe in what we conceived together?

Can I get close enough to see the joy

in your eyes and the delightful smile that only belongs to you?

© 2009 By Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpted from Page 20 of “The Flower That Wasn’t Meant To Blossom”

Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP

The Real Giving Tree (Written By: Jocelyn Him)

“THE REAL GIVING TREE”

 

My roots are strong and sturdy

My branches reach out far

My leaves grow brown and dirty

My body carved with scars.

A boy comes to me everyday

He asks me for a favor.

I give and give and give away

Yet he still comes back for more.

My leaves are shaven off my head

My branches dried up in the sun

My body axed until I’m dead

My roots dug up, there are none.

Years later he’s back to me again

He wants to know what gives.

Now I’m sick of these kinds of men

I’m unhappy each day I live.

© 2011 by Jocelyn Him

Excerpt from the Upcoming chapbook “Girl, Revealed

As part of CAUTION TAPE POETRY

© 2009 Photo by Jocelyn Him

Old Love, New Possibilities

Old Love, New Possibilities

Life is beautiful

just like you are.

So take the time to smell the therapeutic

candles that bless the air with a

fresh scent.

Take the time to splurge a little

bit…

You deserve it.

You’re too beautiful to shed tears

and wallow in self-pity.

Take that frown of yours

and turn it upside down.

Though your road seems rough

with an emotional rollercoaster

the road will smoothen.

Your pretty smile that lights

up a room like a sunflower

in the summertime will shine again.

One lover lost and another

may appear.  One door closes and

a chapter has finished.

Another door opens

and another chapter is written.

Sometimes the signals are

right under your nose, and the

handsome frog is leaping in your

line of sight.

© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Written as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from page 6 of A Rose in the Name of Love

Published by Lulu.com/Charles Banks, Jr.