I was in bed, reading some news when my muse hit me... I had to get the words of out my mind (if you write, you'll know what I mean) I hit record and the below is what came out, I refined it some but it remains largely as I thought it. I left in my little errors, I thought I captured it the way I wanted to and I did not want to re-record it. I laid it over 'Flamenco Sketches' by Miles Davis
I have transcribed it, so read and/or listen, whichever pleases you most, I'd be happy for you to.

Be good.

P.s. thanks to Sugabelly, I found a nice and easy audio thingy...


it happens in deserted streets,
in half naked boys opening bottles of that Irish black with jagged teeth
where beauty was quite within their reach but always out of their grasp
they make love in the back of abandoned cars
barely there back seats
coiled springs penetrate exposed flesh
bringing them closer to that white light
they don't dare sleep
this is where hope fears to tread
where those with hungry stomachs that barely feed
know that the living and the dead will eventually meet
this is pleasure unspoken

we had never known anything like this
ignoring the rustiness of our confines,
I want him
the jangling sounds of the loosening belt buckle
his sweaty skin on mine this right here is the proof
I am not above you
yes I reek of perfume and you're bathed in scents that the streets give you
I have no strength to run from this, nor do I want to

You know the danger reeled me in, I saw what most ignore
those eyes searching for a place within me that you can rest easy
and I am not talking of the juncture within my thighs
you were looking for a joy and I was brave enough to give
you took only that which was offered, you never reached for more
at first I was displeased, thinking you did not want me,
but I was mistaken
you were waiting to be led down back alleys, and open doors that I have no keys for

and I was surprised at the strength within myself
here I was, trying to rescue a nomad who willing embraced death
look, you'll wander no more, I'll guided to many oases
we'll face death and survive
he'll visit while we engage in this dance, a waltz, no salsa
our bodies moving on the two and four
you won't let me fall will you?

I am a stranger to these parts, I know nothing of your pain, you know I don't!
but still you hold me, this is a moment that you could never have dreamed
and I dare not remember it
it was just one of those of those nights
me, a stranger on streets that won't welcome me because I do not belong
and you a nomad lost, looking to be rescued
and some how we found each other,
we did.



sweetness said...


sweetness said...

omg i am really first
the lord is gud... lemme go read i shall b ryt back lol

sweetness said...


did i just describe Guinness? oh yes i did

i like :)

BSNC said...

lol yes you described guinness sweetness.

That was a nice poem and at the end of the day you guyz found each other :)

cerberus said...

powerful stuff

blogoratti said...

Sensational piece.

Anonymous said...

Oh wow... the poem is sensational like blogoratti says, and your voice does something to me. I feel lightheaded... is that weird?

Anonymous said...

Oh and my email address is bring on Maxwell!

Sugabelly said...

Ooooh, I love this poem.

seye said...

NICE NICE NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

Hello Vii,

First time here. Very very interesting blog. Went through some past posts to give me more info.

I will surely be back, my favourite number is 7 - born on the 7th day of the 7th month and I am a ManU supporter and I agree, the better team won on the night.

On your Guiness poem, I just think, that was soul inspired.

God bless and thanks for visiting JSD(my blog)

Anonymous said...

Its Lvii not vii, my sincerest of apologies.

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L-VII said...

Thank you all for listening and/or reading.

Much love,

Anonymous said...

You sound just like Natalie from floetry.