Devil's Note Pad

A poem by Gregg MartinezIII

On the devils’ note

Signed in fiery ink

Was a poem of an Angel 


To astonishing delight, the pages flipped themselves.

Or so it seemed, in this dream.

This dream that to this day I know not what it means.  


But meaning and means are often so different

For one is truth and the other being the root of evil…

Why would such a note of hypocrisy lay here in my hand

Ink Fresh

Words deep,

Her love is what it means. Her soul so fresh, so green.

Innocence of lovers lost,

she threw my heart off.

She knows not, and She knows me

can she possibly mean me? 


She knows power.

She knows 3. 


And is a we.

or can she possibly mean me? 


Tine as we know will allow our see 


As long as she knows I’m Here.

 
So the Poem went, and still as It goes.

Wonder of a woman…

What does she know?

 
Something, I could say, but as a man I shall not.

Something is a way.

As a Man, I have not.

 
But she does, as she did. This much is true.

In Black and I white, does this story involve you?