Beauty

Beauty I have always heard,
Is in the eyes of the beholder.
There is no general rule to it,
No universal law guiding it.
It has no definite description,
It has no accurate depiction,
To some people a person is hot,
And to others same person is not.
Beauty is what you think it is,
Beauty is whatever you call it.


Beauty they say comes from within,
From a person’s innermost being.
It can make one a beauty Queen,
Or make one the monkey’s twin.
Beauty is not that cute face you see,
Nor that sexy figure you aspired to be.
Beauty is the product of a sweet heart,
That attracts everything along its part.
Good looks are great, but they are temporal.
Beauty is better, coz Beauty is evergreen.


I am so blessed to have found Beauty,
Coz Beauty has made my life beautiful.
YES! I have met Beauty in person,
And Beauty has being a blessing.
I have gotten know Beauty by her name,
And since then I’ve not been the same.
English says beauty is the opposite of ugly,
But I say that, Beauty is dark and lovely,
Beauty is my black African Queen,
And this is true; Beauty is YOU.


© DK, January 2010

You Brought Out the Worst in Me

As a kid, I never wanted to sleep alone,
Once again it’s happening to me now that I’m fully grown.
Just like I couldn’t sleep without Mom’s tender care,
I can’t seem to sleep alone without you being there.
Then, if I had nightmares Mom tells me to call JESUS!
But now from my dreams, the name I call is yours.
You have turned me into such a big baby,
That I can’t get sleep without your good night kiss.
It’s now I truly understand why you call me your baby.
I feel like you have brought out the worst in me.


I remember I used to be a really good boy,
But that good reputation you would destroy,
By constantly making my sex drive erupt,
And by making my once innocent mind corrupt.
You have become my little god and my fantasy,
Instead of going to church, It’s you I go to see.
True confession… The most dominant thought in my head,
Is what I’d do to you next time I take you to my bed.
It’s like you have brought out the beast in me,
And consequently the worst in me.


I can’t concentrate on my job, you got me all messed up,
I keep thinking about you; just can’t make myself stop,
And this distraction has started getting me in trouble,
That a professional like me is beginning to constantly fumble.
This love thing is so insane; It’s really driving me crazy,
I go on your Facebook page when I should be keeping busy,
I rush out of work just to meet you before closing time,
Because of you, I have started committing workplace crime.
One thing you should know is that my boss will never forgive you,
For bringing out the very worst in me.


© DK, May 2010