Knockin On Heavens Door Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Time moves slowly on that ol dusty vinal that goes round and round
The needle almost traces it's pain
Vocalizing the scratches that come out so beautifully
Again and again
The angels themselfs ignore my cries
the pleading
temptation
Just to know what its life to sore as just
The floor boards creek just the same
The sights are to blurry for my taste
The lights cradle each other
Giving way to new colors
toxic to blues health
As it too has walked out the door
Only red and yellows give birth to the new hue that's painted tonight's sky
Shouts could be heard top to bottom
lost in emotion as the daily stresses have lost way in touch
Dresses shift and adjust
fingers snap and speak a language of their own
All before dawn could rest it's head good on that cloud like pillow
High end corners
soft end padding
The softest laments could motion the loudest cry unheard in ones eyes
Listen to that sultry soul voice would you listen
Ivory queen
Oh Ivory Queen
sing that note as low as you can
Take your breaths as you symbolize life's strife
take your breaths as I swore last night happened tonight
Don't hide your eyes from the light
I swore I dream't about you last night
This very second
This very time
to be damned I still couldn't see your face
The way your voice has crept into my life
in to my every thought
I never thought to be poisoned with such beauty
The light flickers and bounces off her hair
The corners whispered as pool cues struck their accompanied balls knocking against each other
AS low shit's and high damns could be heard
beside that one table that's always out of order over by that dim-lit bathroom sign
A sea of voices could be heard outside amongst the street
at times if you listened hard enough
they made their own song in a silly sort of way
Like the silly games eyes can play
the way they speak
the way they tease then walk away the moment after
Moan black piano
Moan,
I can hear your cry for affection from way over here
The tender touch you long to feel
the warmth of ones fingers against your cold hard plastic
Ebony and Ivory as love sees no color
Waiting for time to stand still
as your emotion roam into the arms of another
This time let the seconds be precious as I know you can wait no longer
To meet the fingers that actually love & caress you the way you deserve
Just as those tender lips that caress the tip of that Alto-sax's opening
The fingers that hold on to it as if it was the last
Played with such passion as the sax itself knows no bounds
Lip singing each breath with its cry for more
Almost challenging the angels in heaven to blow their horns
thus singaling for oblivion
but a last
as it's already felt
As the climax between lips have already met