Wednesday, May 12, 2010

MAUG...A poem

The Sweetest B**ch I Know

by Charles




Sun rays shoot through open windows

Somewhere in the distance the waking rooster screams

A sweet tropical breeze shoots through the air

Waking her people from islander dreams




Heat waves rise from asphalt streets

Wondering if her beauty is just a mirage

Touching her flowers and learning it's not

Simple lives carried on simpler means




She does not care about the car you drive

Or whose name you have on your underwear

Nor about the money you make each year

Her life gives life to lives




She's surrounded on all sides by the sweetest blue

Her caves and cliffs each tell a story

Her dense jungle encloses secrets hidden

A million sunsets of different hues




Now with her people driven mad by her beauty

Take to strong drink to past the time

Inhaling poison to sustain their minds

Inhibit volatile actions unruly




How proud they are and now they were

How knowledge reveals simple minds

How criminal hides in many hearts

Her ways of old left unrefined




Her breeze now blows a little less cooler

Her trees no longer a luscious green

Her water no longer the sweetest blue

Her truest of beauties are left unseen




Do not despair for in each heart

Lies an aging bittersweet dream

That carries us through our fledgling time

In stranger worlds in which we become part




Still her radiant beauty glows

In the hearts and minds of those who know

That their love for her will never fade

Displayed her secrets before unknown




Always, always, always

Islan Guahan

Onra yan Gloria

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