Seven Asaa's Literary Architecture

The Truth About Control

that i might tell this tale as best i can
it’s imperative i start from where the end began.
a cobweb of consequence was her curse at the core of it,
and she was about to get worse, much worse and more of it.
 
there are these inexplicable moments of our lives
when in blindness we sign on as men and wives.
when we realize we've woven some unsightly lies
into beautiful blindfolds over our very own eyes.
so a truth about control is we can all lose it all;
but its guaranteed for the devout cowards imitating me.
i lost mine on a thursday, but gained her acquaintance;
my introduction to domination and a new way to be
(the same day, in fact, that i learned how to see).
and i saw game after pain after game with no rules,
that i played with this woman who spoke constantly in cries.
i sensed remnants of benevolence in her needy tears,
but she dispelled it that thursday; and i continued to try....


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For Her Sake

Unworthy even of the sight of her
I covered my eyes in the wind of her essence
I danced to the steps of naïve admiration
for a seemingly eternal, beautiful liberation
Though under a frozen moon, a sun burned within me
It lit a candle to her grace
an honest testament to her captivating face
that charred forever the remnants of my hate
and left me in awe, a very hopeless state
Imperfection then became something absurd
to this connoisseur of the spoken word

She spoke as though she were alone...


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The Revenge Store

At Six Sixty-six Instigation Street
worked a man Trevor never knew he wanted to meet.
But he was elated that he’d made it to ‘Hades, USA’
after the store’s attendant greeted him thus...
"Welcome, Dear Sir, to The Revenge Store,
where you're sure to find something to be vengeful for.
Not vindictive enough, we’ll make you more,
and if you still have doubts, we’ll make you sure.”

It was a town gone crazy in their lust for the pain
of the brutal temptation of women like rain.
Their temptations of Trevor continued for days,
for days on end and he was so glad they came.
He didn’t bother with names in his superficial selection…
of a beautiful, but cruel and ambivalent dame
who used a good hand and began to entice him,
while her bad hidden hand dismantled him precisely...


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Find The Clown

a little degradation goes such a long way
let that be the moral of this story here today
you can’t learn to love pain, try as you may
and the price of that lesson is why i stand here today

it was lunacy in its infancy and i know now what it took
her majesty, that definition of me, the only woman in my book
that kind of hindsight is why i’ve resolved to never look
at how hard i held and the words i said
as she stared at me and shook
i thought our hollywood agreement gave me that right...


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The Second Word War

...I’m a writer, not a fighter, and I finally see
that therein lay their wisdom of manipulating me.
Few would heed the calls of instigating brutes,
but insinuations from the peaceful are awfully hard to refute.
Yet I refuse to be the beacon to a dangerous direction;
The Goths, The Huns, not even they would mention
the kinds of things I espoused in Athens…
barbaric ramblings across foreign lands.
Prancing with language, causing cruel things to happen;
I’d rather be stoic and let numbers lead the dance.
Because talking in math might better serve my mission,
sine even here at home I hate how they had me in Houston…