How Long?.....ku

How long before I get there?
First stop….
Forgiveness for my sins
How wonderful a gift, once I’ve spent some time with self
& soak in borrowed wisdom
For now I no longer use my hope as a way out but a way to go farther
Promises of a definite power
Delivers me from my grief, the ultimate physician indeed
Never will intellect surpass only to cause
premonition & doubt
But the fuel to my faith that lingers throughout
Determination set inside of me to be a resident of a home on Eternity Lane
My life will either grant me permission or condemn me in the end
A two way street with only one successful route
Traveler with plenty of frequent flyer miles,
delivered from my trials
I’m just a passenger stoppin’ by
Ticket in hand, next stop……the sky

--Mz. Ku (c) 2006

Satisfied....ku

I met him… or her…. or it
& it was truly love
at first sight, touch, and smell
He… She…. or it didn’t find me
but I was guilty of searchin’
Feelin like a stalker lurkin,
I looked in between seat cushions and checked behind curtains
My heart was missing something,
but I had yet to find what it…. was
& not just because, everybody else had one,
I wanted one of my own
I wanted to shake hands with this stranger,
look it in its, his or her eyes
and say let’s dance in our thoughts,
and groove in our own skin again and again
Now for some reason
I looked and searched in every place
that he, she, or it did not exist
Backtracked and looked again
for I knew I must have missed… he, she, or it
Tapped shoulders of neighbors like “can u help me find…..”
umm, well, I didn’t even know myself,
so I continued as a soloist on my journey to find,
what I didn’t even kno I was lookin’ for
Disheartened with reminders of failure,
my search had ended, a product of nothingness….
For I looked high and low, out and about, under and through, up & over
& still could not find her, him, or it
But there was still one place I had not checked
I had failed to discover the inner,
and it had been there, all along
& now you’re wonderin’ what he, she, or it was…
for I had found the gift of song
& like a fiend I haven’t put the mic down since
Now that I use it I will neva lose it
Cause I’m satisfied with bein’
lost in my music……….my passion…

(c) 2006

Cherish The Day...Ku

I feel the need to the cherish this day
The air will never taste this sweet
The waters will never be so still
Cherish this moment, this hour, for every minute I feel
The need to yell and declare my love
A shaken can of soda pop
My inside thoughts of passion destine to pop
You’ve made me appreciate my clock
Look at the time, Better yet let’s just let it pass
You, my horn section, the boop and bip of my percussions
So play your flute as I turn pink with passion
Your touch softens my shell and chains my inner animal instincts
& then I think
As I cherish
In essence I’m just savin some for tomorrow…..

(C) 2006