the lines of life
not found in the palm
that show where we've been
and what we've done
wrinkles of time
created by you
each growing line
in my forehead from angst
near my mouth from laughter and smiles
the crowsfeet from closing my eyes
in anticipation
of your many surprises
the lines that mark the emotions shared
between me
and life.
Hold my hand with your words
And make me feel at home in your thoughts.
Rejoice in the knowledge
That friendship is power
and the only prerequisite is love.
Understand me without my having to explain.
Take care of me, like I would you
In this world we are all but brothers and sisters
And who'll be there for us
If we aren't there for each other?
Share my joy.
Hold me in my pain.
And if words be our playground
On the alphabet we shall swing.
If singing is our passion,
let's make it a choir.
Harmony
and
Poetry
Slap me with a shoe in my eye
Whack me with a cock in my thigh
Why? Don't you know I can give you life son
Killing you would be to easy I've already got the gun
Then on the run I'd fly and deny having anything to do with you
My, oh my. So you see if you don't do as I say
I could extend your pain and let you live another day.
What was that? You say you wanna take a hammer to my nails
Pound the tips of all my fingers, just to hear my wails?
What are you going to do now that your appendages are bound
And the barrel of this shotgun is resting on your crown
Tell me honey, you still down?
Why are you looking around like a girl who's lost her dolly?
Don't piss me off, I'm bound to break your legs and leave you crawling
You see the black eye your broke ass gave me last week
When you took my pretty face and bounced it off the kitchen sink...
Remember how you laughed when my body hit the floor,
And you called me every name from "fucking cunt" to "stupid whore"?
How about the time you held that pillow to my head
Til I shook twice and went limp, pretending I was dead...?
Don't you dare move one more inch
Why you callin for your daddy?
You should have listened to me when I told you not to slap me
So now as you stare up at the barrel of this gun
Do you still consider beating me to be clean honest fun?
Once I squeeze the trigger won't my life be nice?
With all the shit you've put me through your death's the cheapest price
Bang!
The sweet ping sound as the casings fall around
It's time to finally bury this abuse deep underground.
Leighsa 1999
Tell me things that will enter my head
And make your words rip out my brain
Insult my upbringing, insult who I am today
Plant the hatred you have
For the person I am
And the way I live
In the anals of my mind
As though the hatred were a penis
penetrating my thoughts
Make your words rape me
The most horrible, sadistic assault possible.
Rip out my mind and beat it
Beyond recognition as you fuck with it
Your verbal sperm will never stick to my mind
Although the memory of the attack will never leave
Rape my mind
And beat the brain,
leave it for dead
but my mind and thoughts will never die
\no matter how much of your sperm of thought gets ejaculated into my head
I am the owner of my mind
There is only room for my thoughts and perceptions
Not for the thoughts of others
But if you'd like to go on, knowing this fact,
go ahead..
fuck me.
Leighsa 1993
You aren't even worth
the period at the end of a
...well you know me and cliches
never could stand for them
stand them
stand by them
stand near or under them
Paint me purple
with a dash of chartreuse
which by the way is green
not blue, or pink
like the girl in the red dress said
you know, the one with the personality
of one of those cocktail umbrellas
that can only shade you
from the darkness of a drink
...Pour me into that ashtray
near the end of the night
along with the spittings of a 7 dollar holler
That got to this party
with a ride from
ya tu sabes who picked her up on 28th street
A block away from the paradise
of another 20 bag.
But she really needed the money
for her seven kids...
And to think, u paid for her habit
And she didn't swallow.
She didn't drink you like an alcoholic does some scotch
but not on the rocks
Ella no bebio de lo tuyo mijo
maybe she didn't like that cock
Porque en Puerto rico ese animal se amanece
And no one wants to get up that early.
Even for 20 bucks to buy some
Even for the priveledge of egesting your come.
you should just smoke yourself
and listen to the sizzle when you drown in me
and your smoke dissolves back into the room
you weren't even worth the gas it took for my lighter to light you
she sure didn't think u were worth the use
of throat muscles to pull your
manly, warm, melt-in-your-mouth-never-your-hand, asshole-flavored happy juice
down the road most traveled.
And you actually felt good about her sucking you.
only to spit you out.
I was wrong before...
You aren't even worth the period
at the end of this poem
Laugh at me, please
Take all the evil that's inside
And throw it at this wall I've built
And when it shatters into a million snickers
You will feel no guilt
But I will dance upon the sound
That comes from your hate
And as the shards of your wickedness cut my feet
Your contagious laughter will come from within me
As I look into the black reflection.
Leighsa 2002
Anytime Anyplace I am there
Any face Any race
You will know my love
When you lose the attachment to preconcieved notions
When you stop thinking and use your emotions
When you see the truth and nothing else
That's when the illusion melts.
When you never doubt the goodness in the heart of another
And you treat every one like a sister or brother
When you never fear holding someone's heart in your hand
That's when you will finally understand.
When you break the circle and start a chain
When you smell the freshness after springtime rain
When every one you see can draw a smile
When you remember what it was to be a child
When you know that God is part of you
When you feel enough to know that's true
You'll know that love is everything
And everything's alright
You'll know why you are here
you'll give up all fear
and never have reason 2 fight.
I stand there with you everyday
I'm there with every word you say
I'm between your lips when you kiss
I'm the salt in the tears you shed when u miss
someone whos left your side
I'm that place you go to when you hide
I listen to your thoughts
I listen to your voice
And I'm always there to help you with any choice
I'm the orgasmic gush between the sheets
I'm the silence that's there between heart beats
The scents that you smell
the things that you taste
the swirl in the bowl when you flush your waste
i am the all
more than you can currently concieve to see
2 know me, just remember me.
1997
So I thought we were friends
Til that tattoo on your skin was uncovered
And I was able to make out the word, "lover"
Then I thought we were lovers
Til I had the realization
That was MY imagination
Hey there Teacher...
Where's that chalkboard at
For tonight's feature
I'd like to show you some math
See I rememeber 1+1 being 2
But that's not the way when the math is with you
In your book, that equation always equals one
Cause in essense that's how many of us have fun
Sex with you is worse lately than sex alone
I can appreciate the term "bitch" but my mouth doesn't want that bone
Cause too many times you've gotten blown
But enough Zoology, lets get back to math
No matter what we add the end results the same
Cause add up all our sex and one is the number of times I came
I have a pair of jeans that are tight enough to make me cunny quiver
Yet, you, the sexual cod liver oil.
sex with you is like watching water boil
I've decided I can't do this anymore
Cause I can't wait for you to decide that I can score
And I'm not your whore- never will be again
And I won't mistake "lust-filled-dog" for "lover" or "friend"
But I can't do it - can't fuck you one more time
To err that way again would be a crime.
or crazy even... put my ass away for that shit
In a padded room- strapped into a straight-jacket
1998
Upon the stage of a million words
I act
Not recreating, but creating
Using the lights of my imagination
The sound of my inner voice
The costumes of my dreams
For my public
For my audience
The chosen few
I act in an unconfined theatre
Which has no walls
No proscenium
My set decoration is left up to the public
For I act in a form of pantomime
I am my own director
I move how I wish
My props are my words
My stage is set
My public awaits
and every blank page is opening night.
Leighsa 1994
