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THE SCENARIO

The emotions, the routines no longer the same
The feeling of delight when I hear her name
The anticipation of what will be said
The joy derived from the thoughts in my head
Once upon a time it felt so cold
Once upon a time with no one to hold
How things changed in the blink of an eye
How things changed for you and I
Now I see the light is not far away
Now I see the path, which leads your way
Wonderful how this all came to be
Wonderful, what your replies do to me
So much to give and willing to share
So much into you, can't wait to get there
My eyes await you, as I create this
My eyes await yours I do not debate this
These words are as real as they seem
These words from me, more than a sweet dream

Donnell Edward Robinson

Copyright ©2006 Donnell Edward Robinson

DESERTED FOOL

It was so good in the beginning; I rarely took my eyes off of him.
One day he dared to speak; he made me feel like a gem.
Too good to be true is what I thought from the start.
He gained undeserved trust and soon enough he had my heart.
The long walks, the deep talks, and it felt so right.
Bandages of artificial love caused me to lose sight.
He made the sun brighter; and then he calmed my storm.
He made me smile again; he kept my bed warm.
All that was important was soon put on hold.
I uttered the word commitment and then he turned cold.
No more late night calls, no more walks in the park.
My sun has been eclipsed, and now it is so dark.
Why did it change? Did I forget the golden rule?
To never fall in love; tunnel visioned was this fool.
Lonely days have returned; I'm still alone on holidays.
Was there really love between us, or just a sexual faze?
My friends tried to tell me; the warning signs were always there.
I'd accuse them of being jealous and say for me they didn't care.
Deep inside I knew the truth; I was living a counterfeit life.
To my dismay, the rumors were true, in fact he does have a wife!

Donnell E. Robinson

Copyright ©2006 Donnell Edward Robinson

PERSONA

Frustrated, angered, and fed up

At times it’s difficult to keep my head up

The clothes, on my back, which keeps me warm

Gives the impression that I will cause harm

My comfort discomforts some who in turn

Takes away that comfort by acts of spurn

I observe, I see.  All the wrong perceptions of me

I listen, I hear.  Grumbles and mumbles fed by fear

Sound of locking doors, the clutching of the purse

It’s enough to make me swear and curse

No!  I am not a thug, deviant beast

Not a sexual predator trying to feast

The watchful eyes of shopkeepers think I’m a larcenist

So hot under the collar I could be an arsonist

Just another perception of narrow sense

My being quiet, seen as arrogance

Unqualified judges, stereotype supporters

With opinions not worth two quarters

As I learn I try to educate with fact

By giving back what I can to those who lack

Sincerity, knowledge, and common respect

The product of a project not a parental reject

Ghettoized to the bone and heavy at the heart

Living my life and trying to do my part

Soon a degree holder with weight bearing shoulders

The stress of life lessons made me colder and bolder

So I present this piece to make you see

The real image of which I know myself to be

 Donnell Edward Robinson