Tilted Sly

She walks on billowy white clouds

With flowers in her hair

A smile painted on dark red lips

Ambling without a care

Thoughts of the future

Brings a sparkle to her eye

Her impish face can't hide

The glossed lips, tilted sly

Good things will come to pass

She can feel it in her bones

The past is history

The screams and hurtled stones

The glow of radiant happiness

Surrounds her

A glistening protective shield

An unpenetrable barrier

She glides gracefully away

Lost in her musings

As covetous eyes follow

Rapacious and yearning

She continues her journey

With a devilish sparkle in her eye

A smile painted on her dark red lips

Shiny and glossed, tilted sly

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*Allene Angelica*

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Everyday Affairs

The tediousness

Of everyday affairs

The boredom kills me

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*Allene Angelica*

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I Have Nothing

I have nothing

Nothing to say to you

Thoughts of you

Bring emptiness

A vast vacuum

Of hollowness

Can this be all that is left

Of the passion

I once felt?

An all consuming

Mind numbing ardor

That blinded me

From complete candor

Was it a waste?

Of time, of energy

Of vitality?

Your arrogance

I mistook for confidence

But it was selfishness

Self-importance

And conceitedness

My eyes unseeing

Has opened

What once was concealed

Has been revealed

The verity of your soul

Has leaked its hideous goo

Your false and duplicitous nature

Will take its toll

And one day you will rue

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*Allene Angelica*

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Mornings and Night. (Haikus)

Mornings are wretched
When you have to go to work
I hunger for sleep

Mornings are lovely
When you are on holiday
I crave for breakfast

The night is mystic
It cloaks its secrets in ink
Where ever you are


*Allene Angelica*
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Does He Know?

I brush my fingers

Through midnight coils

Long ebony lashes

Flutters

Does he know?

I tip toe daintily

Up and down

Hills and valleys

To velvet moans

Does he know?

Astride my heart's desire

I gallop towards a wanton bliss

Only he can inflict

Does he know?

With every tumultuous sway

Beads transudes

From a porous shell

Does he know?

Fires burn from within

Ignited with one scorching glance

One heated touch

One sultry kiss

Does he know?

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*Allene Angelica*

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To Begin Again

In an old attic

I explored

Moldy, cracked boxes and steamer trunks

Littered the floor

Clothes; ancient, moth-eaten and musty

Dust bunnies, centuries old

Hiding in every nook and cranny

Discarded, scattered and jumbled here and there

Were odds and ends, knick knacks, thing-of-a-jigs

It made me wonder

If I touch them, will the original owners although long gone care?

I rifled

And sorted

Investigated

And recorded

I was beside myself

With awe and pleasure

And pleasure and awe

Amazed at all the treasure

My two not so young eyes saw

Through the dim and faded light

I lit upon an old book or maybe a journal

Where a person of long ago might write

Sitting innocently on an old corner desk

As if waiting

Waiting patiently for me

For me to come a calling

My fingers trembled and shook

As I reached out for the book

I caressed its worn leather binding

Traced the gold and intricate carving

I opened the cover

To my delight

There was a title written there

'To Begin Again' it said

But no author anywhere

I turned the page

It was blank

I flipped to the next few

And my heart sank

The pages were empty

Disappointed I sat

I sat staring at the title

Is that all there is to that?

Finally as the light dimmed lower

I stood up and made my way

To the attic ladder

As I climbed down with book in hand

I thought to myself

Maybe this was a sign

Maybe it's my time

To start writing in this book

To give my life another look

And begin again.

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*Allene Angelica*

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*Allene Angelica*

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My Fun & Exciting Weekend With LMC

I had a very interesting weekend this weekend.  I had expected my Easter weekend to be a quiet and mellow affair but my instructor, Leslie, had other plans.  Let me give you some background.  I workout out three times a week at a gym but I only take the dance workout classes (Zumba, Ujam, etc...) because it's what I enjoy.  One of my favorite teachers is a professionally trained dancer as well as a musician and singer.  I think she's awesome!  Well last Wednesday she asked me, my sister and another student of hers from a different gym to dance with her for an Easter gig she was offered at the last minute.  She had one day (Thursday) to make up the choreography, one night (Friday) to teach it to us and then rehearsal with the other performers and rapper on Saturday.  Sunday morning we performed.  We joked around on Friday night that we were the 'Last Minute Crew' (LMC)  It was an amazing experience.  I was terrified but got through it and enjoyed it immensely   If she were to ask me again I would definitely say yes!  But even if she doesn't it was an experience I'll look back on with a smile on my face.

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*Allene Angelica*

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