Kim or Lisa News

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Hiya! Hope everyone had a great weekend and the week to come will be exceptional. This post is to bring you up to date with the blog as some not so great stuff happened and some awesome things are happening and will be happening.

To start off I would like to apologize for the blog not being accessible for the better part of a week. First Blogger's spam software detected something spammy on the blog and deleted the blog completely. The crazy thing is I hadn't done anything differently in terms of posting. After reporting my concerns in the Blogger forums, it was restored, only for the blog to be locked. Once again I went to the forums and read the documentation there. I'm not saying it was that, but my blog may have been hacked and there were some unwanted code on it. I'm happy to say that it has been dealt with and my blog is up and running, I'm still wondering if I should move across to Wordpress. The main reason I never did even though I have an account is I'm a little lazy and I'm so used to Blogger.

I'm happy to say that the first installment of The Poet's Corner will be coming up this Saturday with the ever delightful Buddah Moskowitz. I met Buddah through dVerse Poets, he is the poet behind I Hate Poetry and it always amazed me that he wrote the poems I wish I had written. As I read through his interview, I found so many things that I could relate to that it reminds me why I wanted to create The Poet's Corner. I love getting to know people because everyone has a story and somehow by knowing someone's story you realize that we are all alike in one way or another. I hope you all enjoy the interview as much as I do, it's just the beginning of many.


Martine, the eBook is now free. It was originally $2.99 but my heart was not really into selling it as it was a short story and it was more about sharing the story than selling it. Thank you Robert for buying it and if you email me your mailing address, I will send you a limited edition Dark Warrior hand made book containing three of the Dark Warrior poems. Plus you never know it may include a bonus of the yet published fourth poem. So feel free to download the eBook, share it with friends and leave a review. Reviews are always helpful.

Last but not least, February is around the corner which means Valentines, Black History and my birthday. I don't really have anything planned but I will figure something out. I hope everyone has a great February, it's amazing how quickly January just slipped by, but that is life.

That's all in Kim or Lisa News, now back to our regular programming.

XOXO
Kimolisa

Elijah

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Elijah sat in the back
Of the cab looking out
At the city lights, listening
To the constant din
Of city life, absorbing
It all in like a sponge.

The cab stopped in front
Of the hotel, he paid
The fare and left a generous
Tip then exited the cab
With his small carry on
And a troubled expression.

It was his first time
Visiting a big city.
First time and most likely
His last time. 
He entered the lobby and
Checked in under his alias.

It should take two days,
Three, if he was thorough.
He wanted to be fast,
Hoping it would only be two
But in a city this big,
He needed to be thorough.

After taking a shower,
He called room service
Ordering a cheeseburger
And two beers. As he
Waited for his order,
Elijah made one more call.

When his order arrived,
He thanked the hotel worker
And tipped him generously,
Opening one of the beers
As he closed the door.

He waited 'til he heard
The elevator doors close.
He changed quickly into
All black and crept out
Of the hotel using the
Exit to the back.

His destination was 
Two blocks away and
He was there in no time,
Keeping to the shadows.
He slipped through a door
Left open for him, then
Walked up to the seventh floor.

He found the door
And knocked on it swiftly,
It opened immediately.
The woman before him was
Distraught, but seeing him
Seemed to have given
Her some relief.

"Come, come this way...."
She grabbed his wrist
And pulled him inside,
Practically dragging him 
Down the hallway to a room
Filled with people.

Although he was a newcomer,
The people's attention remained
At the center of the room
Where sat a little girl.

"Welcome Elijah, 
I've been waiting 
For you."

Elijah looked around
Looking for the person 
Who spoke with the voice
Of an old crone, he then
Looked at the girl
Who smirked at him.

She winked at him,
Her eyes turning from brown
To red, "Elijah,
It's been too long since
We last met. When was that?
Oh yes, the possession 
Of little Tommy O'Hare.

"Hopefully, this will be
The last time we meet like this,"
Elijah said, pulling out his tools,
A cross, a bible and
A flask of holy water.
"How long ago was that possession?"

The little girl hissed,
The people walked towards
Elijah, grabbing at him.
He said a prayer under his breath,
He walked to the door,
He waited till they all left
Then he locked the door.

"How long demon?
How long since we met
Like this?" Elijah demanded.
He picked up his bible 
And looked for the verse.

"Long enough, you old fool!"
The girl spat out.
"Long enough!" 

"Not long enough in
My estimation. Ah,
Here it is," Elijah
Read the text once
Then looked at the child.
She had curled up 
In the corner of the room.

Elijah lit eight candles,
Four white candles were
Placed in the corners
Of the room. Then he lit
Four red candles and 
Placed them in between
The white candles.

He dragged the child
Into the center of the room,
It was stunned but not for
Much longer, Elijah made
The sign of the cross on
The girl's forehead with
A few drops of holy water.

The child was coming to
"Elijah!" the cross on
Her forehead burned red,
"Your father sent me,
He wants you to join him
In hell!" the child taunted.

Elijah read the text,
This time he read it over
And over and over. It was
As though he had fallen
Into a trance while reading
The sacred text.

All the while,
The little shrieked
Or taunted him or
Curled up, trying to not
Hear him reading the text.

One by one,
The candles changed colours,
The white ones turned red
And the red ones turned white,
When the transformations
Were completed,
Elijah put out the flame.

Soon all the candles sat unlit,
"Tell me your name," Elijah demanded.

"Has it been so long that
You have forgotten my name?"
The girl asked weakly.

"Your name, give it to me,
Foul creature," Elijah demanded.

"Bastian is what they call me,
Bastian," she said ever so weakly.

"With the power of the most high,
I return you to your master.
Bastian, I return you to hell.
If you return to this place,
To the land of the living,
You will perish, you will
Cease to be."

With that said, Elijah
Placed the cross before the child
Who shook terribly then went still.
A few minutes passed,
Then an hour or two,
The child opened her eyes.

They were red.

Two more days to go. 

Scent

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I loved smelling him.

It was a heady mix
Of Sandalwood 
And musk that left
Me wanting, no
Needing more of him.

In the dead of night
I would snuggle up 
Next to him
Inhaling his goodness.

One night, I noticed
A new scent, a scent
I did not recognise
Hints of Vanilla and spice
Interlaced with his scent.

I burrowed my nose
Deep into the recesses
Of his his neck, a determined
Blood hound I became,
In search of the mystery scent,
Trying to decipher its origin.

The closer I got in
The name of investigation,
The closer he hugged me
Under romantic motives.

I could not bear it
Any longer, I asked,
"Baby? Who's scent is that?
You know that vanilla scent."

Pulling me still closer,
He growls into my ear,
"Don't you recognise
Your own scent, Sugar?
The one you wear everyday
Just to drive me crazy."

I paid so much attention
To his scent that
I never noticed my own.

Wanting To Love Him

I wanted to love him,
To be able to say,
"I love you,"
Without feeling like a liar.

I wanted to love him
As much as he loved me,
But my heart felt as
Dead and lifeless as
The dark side of the moon.

I wanted to love him,
To feel that warm feeling
Engulf my body, spirit, soul
When he looks at me
Touches me, speaks to me.

I wanted to love him
But I felt nothing for him,
I could not even see him
As a friend.

I wanted to love him
But the longer I stayed
The more I died within,
The more I forgot who I was.

I wanted to love him
But I couldn't and
I found myself distancing myself
From him until all
That held us together
Were threads of communication.

I wanted to love him
But I wanted to snap
The threads and float back
To being the person
I knew I was and
Wanted to be.

Eventually, I did cut
The threads,
Eventually, I drifted back
To my old, lovable self.
Eventually, I stopped
Wanting to love him.

Her With Him

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He was with her
And
She was with him
Because neither wanted
To be alone.

Love was an invention
That grew from
Cohabitation rather
Than from an interest
In the other.

She grew to love
The way he would
Kiss her on the forehead
Before he went to work.

And he grew to love
That she would cook
His favourite meal
When he had a bad day.

Perhaps that thing
They felt towards each other
As they exchanged vows
In an old courthouse
Was not love.

Perhaps,
It was affection,
Obligation, endearment
Or even duty.

But in the end
That obscure thing
Turned into love
And that love
Is what keeps
Him with her
And 
Her with him. 


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Became

Today turned into yesterday

As easily as
Tomorrow turned into today,
And all the while
I lived in yesterday.

I resided in a place
Where yesterdays trials
And tribulations, happiness
And joys we replayed
On the screen of my mind.

I held on to past friendships,
Past regrets,
Past happiness and
Beliefs which had passed
Their expiration dates.

I held on for dear life,
Fearing that if I let go,
If I fell,
I would cease to be.

If I wasn't
My past friendships,
My past happiness and regrets,
What was I?

Then one day,
I lost my grip
And I fell,
Letting go of everything
And instead of ceasing to be
I became.

I became new,
I became different,
I didn't hold on to
The old truths and
I began to question them.

In that moment,
I had a fresh start.

In that start,
Who I am is not
Defined by who I was.

Fresh Start

His ring glinted
In the rays of the
Setting sun.

Third finger from the thumb,
Left hand, yet
His smile invited me in.

My ring did not match his,
In fact, mine was
An extravagant affair
That weighed my hand
Due to its actual weight
And its responsibilities.

The once blue sky
Transitioned to reds, golds
And purples before
Setting into a blue block.

We sat next to each other
As the night creatures
Tuned their instruments before
Their grand performance.

"I love her,"
"I love him,"
Our words becoming tangled
As we tried to distance
Ourselves from each other.

I felt a twinge of jealousy
And I was sure
He felt the same but
We held our tongues
As we were extracting
Ourselves from the others' life.

He patted my hand,
I nodded my head
Then walked away.
The greater the distance
Between us the better I felt.

He slipped into the darkness
And as uneventfully as
He entered my life,
His exit was devoid of
Pomp and circumstance.

This chapter of my life
Came to a close,
But with each end,
There is a new beginning,
Perhaps even a fresh start.


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Happy New Year!!!

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I know it's a bit late to be wishing Happy New Year but that's life. I wish I could say that while I was away I was doing some soul searching and assessing what 2013 will hold for me, but that is not the case. More likely, that is not the entire case. I have started working on a new project, and as I have a tendency to get distracted easily, I chose to focus on it and take it from start to finish. To be honest, I have a few projects for 2013 that I'm looking forward to seeing come to fruition.

I would like to take this moment to thank everyone who reads this blog Kim or Lisa. It's a labour of love as it allows me to share my poems with the world. I truly appreciate all the comments that come in, they remind me that people actually read the poems and feel compelled to write a response to them. The poems will return to their regular posting dates of Monday, Wednesday & Friday and you might experience them in new media forms.

We survived 2012, so let's make 2013 extraordinary, exceptional, thought provoking and a lot of fun.

XOXO
Kimolisa