I Write About You

1343536-1440x900-[DesktopNexus.com]Love touches in many ways, sometimes it flows, brushing the heart as would winds whoosing the fields; and then other times, it is harsh, and cold and hurtful. Nevertheless, if love is true then lovers overcome; and suffrage is sweet and sour, an untethered force, driving them together while ripping them apart. Other than life, the greatest gift is love; and absolutely, it is worth and worthy of sharing.

Love doomed to failure once touched me; alas, its tenderness offered no meaningful relationship. Truth, at times, a talon of hardships, aids to clear the mind; and whether the heart aches or, eventually hurts, still, the risk, the dare, the adventure into peril is exciting. She was most beautiful  and one of the best loves of my life.

For her, I penned and presented four poems; “I Write About You” is without membership to the group. This poem occurred subsequent to our end, yet speaks to her memory. Uncertainty prevails; but whatever the truth,  the woman greatly impressed me.
-Writer.

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I Write About You

I’ve always wanted to write a song
I never knew what words I should use
I know very little about life
But I know something about the blues

They say when writing a song
You must always have a good hook
Maybe I’ll happen into a Library
Sit and stare at a good book

Mumbling through the words
No fancy phrase comes to mind
Well just a few more pages
Perhaps, just a little more time

The Library walls whisper my name
And still I’m sitting here
Like so many others before me came
I’m Mach Five going nowhere

Bookshelves echo tinkering mites

Tirelessly meeting the task
I’d question my reasons
For trying too hard
But there is no one to ask

So, I grumble my way out the door
Agonizing from disappointment
Like a spider’s endearing medicinal sting
What foolish fly would want it?

Chasing the Jester’s piper-less flute
To an unknown distant place
The more I think about writing a song
The more I can see your face

A lovely sight if ever I’ve seen
As I pledge to shoulder the fight
I sell my soul to diamond dark eyes
In a lost and nothing night

A quest for unyielding passionate thirst
Consumes my weary mind
Suddenly, the words for which I search
Are no longer hard to find

For when I want to write a song
And find it difficult to do
I think of someone oh so special
Then… I write about you

© 1999 D. H. Rhodes

Something about You: The Peeping Eye

Spying on My Neighbour??!

By Delbert H. Rhodes

Lightly kissing Ja’nia’s ear, Troy says, “You have something I want, so you should be wary of me.” Enjoying his kiss, sweetly, Ja’nia asks, “What do I have that you want?” His lips tenderly brushing her ear, “Beautiful eyes an alluring smile candy lips and luscious hips.”

Smiling and trying to catch her breath, Ja’nia pushes away from Troy, but remains within his reach. Continuing the flirt, “And is that all?” Then deliciously staring into her eyes, Troy says, “You.” “I want all of you.”

Ja’nia’s entire body teems with desire, but she cannot appear easy. No woman with self-respect allows any man to ‘have’ her too quickly; to treat her as some baited fish dangling from his wormy hook. Even if it, and all of it, is absolutely true-and regarding Ja’nia’s feelings for Troy, it is.

Stepping farther away from Troy and looking out the windows, Ja’nia skillfully probes him. She needs to be sure of this man’s feelings for her. True and though Ja’nia has known Troy since they were children, and has loved him ever since, still, she must know. Oh, yes, Ja’nia realizes the lust of it all, and God knows she too lusts for Troy. For as long as she can remember it has always been this way. Troy has been the object of her affections, and her love…for years.

“Tell me something about you that nobody else knows.” Smiling, but quizzically distracted, Troy moves closer to Ja’nia, “Something nobody knows?”

Seconds begin to feel heavy; still, the two individuals seem transfixed in time. Ja’nia, patiently waiting, as Troy, thinking, tends to be somewhere else.

Turning to look out at the distant trees, Troy relishes the cohesion between the trees and the landscape. Strangely, and this has never occurred before now, Ja’nia’s question offers Troy something he has always been without, actually, something that he has avoided, the opportunity to love someone else.

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Right now, Ja’nia is disappointed. Enough time has elapsed, and her question remains unanswered. She wonders whether she should never have asked it. Just as Ja’nia turns to walk away, Troy takes her hand. Once more, he tenderly brushes her cheek with his, and then softly, he whispers, “Sometimes I dream about a twin brother.”

Ja’nia is amazed about what Troy has told her, searching his face, she is certain that the tale is no lie. She asks, “What twin brother?” “When did you have a twin brother?” Troy explains that it is a dream, but often he wonders whether he had a twin before birth.

Still shocked by the story, Ja’nia offers support; she notices that Troy’s manner has become quite serious. This is something of great importance to him, and Ja’nia is satisfied, she feels secure that Troy truly loves her. She is happy.

Yes, Troy loves Ja’nia; however, he also has another love, a great love. A tale he would never share with Ja’nia or anyone else; that is, until the final moment has arrived. You see, Troy is a “Peeper.”

The high tech unsavory habit began because of his military involvements. A military lifer, Troy is Special Forces. He uses ultra-secret technologies to do his job his job is killing.

Troy remains on active duty and deploys whenever receiving the call. Missions take him anywhere in the country and the world. His kills are top secret and have the highest security clearances. Even the Country’s President cannot access the intelligence, and knows nothing of the personnel. Troy is a trained killer and the best.

The Lieutenant Colonel has led many men into harm’s way and with zero loses. Naturally, death ever awaits everyone, especially those facing it daily. This soldier loves his country; he loves his job, TROY LOVES KILLING. Lately, he has developed an even deeper love; one that takes him into the far reaches of the Internet.

Thanks to the military, Troy’s laptop, home computer and smartphone host speciliaized software. Directly accessing a military satellite, the Eye, the technology affords bird’s eye view, and worldwide. Yes, and not only site locations, but and like Supey, the Eye can see through walls, yes, and even Kryptonite.

The advanced technology exceeds the stuff the forces use in the field. The Infrared Sector has severe options attached. These and other capabilities make one man almost invincible. He has as much and more resources than an entire field battalion.

Consider: you are a little lovely taking a steamy, bath, shower or maybe even relaxing in the hot tub. The Eye sees you…ALL OF YOU.

Why would a highly ranked military type reduce to low-life behavior? Excitement. The desire to crack another unopened shell, and simply for the thrill. Unfortunately, the thrill got too hot, and the zealous military man is a bit too involved.

Initially, peeping into the private lives of others was distraction, fun, but then Troy became obsessed; he could not wait to do it again, and again. Now the man’s passions consume him.

Yes, and from time to time, the Peeper encounters a screened vision that drives him, and Troy just loves taking a ride. He enjoys going over the wall, and is hungry for the other side.

Whenever his appetite triggers, a visit is in order. Correct, an onsite visit occurs. Before he comes face to face with a sweetie Troy does a little reconnaissance. He uses the Internet for initial intelligence, and then tours the neighborhood.

Next, and even when someone is at home, the commando pops in for a closer look. While on point, the soldier familiarizes himself with the properties. The Eye has already provided the intelligence, but Troy likes firsthand knowledge. Two months ago a kill occurred. The woman decided to struggle just a little too much and then screamed. Instantly, and like the swift kiss of sharpened steel, Troy snapped the woman’s neck.

First, the feeling disturbed him, after all, the man never intended more than tasting her; but, and almost immediately, his sensors rang off the charts. His feelings overwhelmed him; it was more exciting than killing in the field. EXCITING! Troy could hardly wait for the next time. Strategy: Target. Intelligence. Engagement. KILL.

Tonight: Troy has a date to keep, and he anticipates a fun time.

(Ja’nia cannot know.)

Copyright © 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes