Blindfold Pages

All blonde everything, meets all black everything

I think a bad b, she thinks of shinny things

She thinks this game is magical, classical

But we know better, we rise, and then bound to fall.

How beautiful, the beaut I view

From a distance and upclose she ain’t got a clue

I’m a dark creature in a dark world,

A mad creature in his high horse,

I embellish my evil thoughts just to gather up an applause

I’m sorry miss Jackson love has left me coarse

And y’all thought that I was soft

But the blindfolds got you lost

I got that John Legend flow

And a mind of a wolf

So take this as an apology if you will,

Abort the love like a plan b pill,

Come in for the vengeance and the kill

Maybe I may just lose the lovers appeal

But your blindness got y’all damaged,

You can’t see the peripherals of a savage,

You are victim of your desires

Even though you know how to play with fire.

Author's Note

May need a little bit to clean up

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Confessions of a mad man, love gone bad, guilty pleasures. Quite an enigmatic read, Chris! I agree with you, that poetry is like painting in words. The artist and poet both begin on a blank canvas. Extraordinary lines make for indelible impressions.

[KAREN]

I like this poem! I can't believe you have not one review! This poem is dark and powerful!