This Real Woman

Trapped By A Thing Called Love

The world decays beneath fluorescent lies,
Gods are scrolling, men just plead,
Words weigh less than the dust of their cries,
And the light bleeds out from the screen’s cold greed.

Thrones made of plastic, prophets on sale,
Truth in beta, no dark mode for the soul.
Yet deep beneath the data veil,
A stubborn ember still keeps its role.

Kali laughs — queen of cycles and ends,
She dances on towers, on the code that bends.
Every glitch, every fall, every scream,
Isn’t death — it’s the shape of a dream.

To see clear in the dark is to shun the torch,
To dive unlit into the core of the real,
To know that chaos builds the forge
For what order could never feel.

So I walk, bare, without code or creed,
Through the ruins of this video age,
Eyes open wide, in the perfect black —
Where all collapses… and all is remade.


Seeing clear in the dark (variation #1)

Ain’t No Midnight Without You

Haunted by Your Love

I Love The Way You Love

Clean up Woman

20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection-Best Of Marvin Gaye-Volume 1-The 60's

You're A Wonderful One

Caught Up

If Loving You Is Wrong I Don't Want to Be Right

Drowning in the Sea of Love

Part Time Love

Steal Away

Al Green Is Love

L-O-V-E (Love)

Al Wilson

Show and Tell (Rerecorded)

Trapped By A Thing Called Love

Denise LaSalle