Be careful what you ask for you just might get it.

                         © 2007 M. Bennett Hooper

I was summoned not sent as deep iside you feel envy
knowing the want the need to drill home the insecurity of you
desiring me that bitch summoned from your soul guided me to the ways of your heart and true love giving me the notions I needed to screw up the heartfelt emotions  the strength and devotion required to discern your direction.

You see women like her misery loves and I sit back and watch fireworks created by malcontent as you attempt to plough through pages of blank paper or recordings
of silent sound.
Between your lips the whisper of doubt seeps and the truth sleeps
Somber thoughts creep silently and prayers keep the movement of karma as with baited breath and closed eyes of loves caress as surreal kisses touch your mind.

Feeling your way through the maze of wonderment I smile because trickery though slippery doesn't work on me and while that bitch summoned this treachery I saunter off leaving mouths agape with words waiting to spill from lips filled with her promise.
She tried to stop me to get a glance at my soul and see the plan die.

Now at creations dawning every time I feel the need to open your door and feel your closeness to accomplishment I know that I was right to kiss those eyelids at late night and hear your angelic voice in my ear whispering is this truly to be.
Your expressions of love given freely by pen and its' warmth which sends sometimes shivers abroad makes tremors in a few hearts.

Seeing everything you want and desire is within reach right where you were sent and meant to be that bitch sent to destroy is no more.
I am the fait accompli the last sight she'll ever see is the back of my ass walked and shook off.
Now write, sing, scream your stories the time is now or shut the f*** up.