Devil Diva

Closed my eyes and I saw an Angel;

Hourglass figure Her body was see through.

She had wings too…

Brown skin, but her eyes were light blue.

She was the Devil!

Castaway from the pearly gates

sent to be my date,

only when my eyes were closed.

I called her Rose, because she was a rose,

that arose out of my concrete world. When my eyes were closed,

I was in Rose’s world, Hell!

fire red, was the atmosphere, it Smelled of dusk,

and a rosy fiery musk.

A light tune blew “Tweedledee dew!”

Crime was the suggestion, top hats, designer suits, and ties was the style.

Gun shootin’ and prostitution, was the manner in which it went down.

I didn’t know … Was Rose my Ho?

When I was in her world, she always brung me the dough. Nor did I know …

Was Rose my wife? In her world, my ring finger was in ice.

All that I knew was … Rose was the Devil

sent to me in the form of an Angel.

She had wings bedazzled with pearls and diamonds.

Feeling like a… passionate sin upon my skin.

When we were in her world, we made love on clouds of rose petals

It felt like Heaven, yet it was Hell!!! And she was the Devil.

Her sexy Brown was see through, her heart was black ice too,

her soul, I couldn’t see. The Devil in diamonds is what she had to be.

A cursed Angel sent to me, when my eyes were closed… she arose …

from the shadows of her world. We would play in a bar in a red-lit alleyway.

Demons in the form of gangstas were amongst us.

Angels in the form of prostitutes were tuggin’ at the gangstas’ suits.

Rose kept my champagne glass filled with ace.

She kept my four-four close just in case I had to blow a Demon back to reality.

Oh No! This was not my reality. I was only with Rose … when my eyes were closed.

She flew me to the pearly gates, but they were closed…!

Then we would coast in my two-seater, in what seemed like Costa Rica.

We danced Through red sands, Gun in my waistband.

She wore six inch heels made of diamonds and steel!

Roses and pearls covering, all her private swirls!

The rest was brown skin, that I could see through her heart was a black diamond,

I could not see her soul …

Rose gold, and pearls wrapped her neck, like a serpent, a Hunter’s cue.

Together we kept, these Angels and Demons in check.

I told her I loved her, but she never said it back…!

That’ s why I know… She was an Angel sent to me, when my eyes were closed.


She was an Angel sent to me, arising from a crack, on a red lit road.

Together, we were rouges, sticking up these gangstas and ho’s.

Then the loot we threw in the red lit sky, she would then wrap me in her wings,

and we would fly…! Ascending to the heaven, to be rejected.

Then we would glide in my two seater, me and my Senorita… my Rose.

My Four-Four was on the dashboard. I was speeding like a Demon.

Fire was shooting out of the rear. I told Rose I loved her, true and sincere,

but it seemed like she couldn’t hear. Because she never said I love you more,

paying attention to my gangsta, but my love she ignored.

So, she had to be, a Devil sent to me. A cursed Angel with blue eyes,

and wings too.

Her skin was radiant brown, and see through.

How could I not be in love with her touch?

She sent passion through my cells,

some more, and a bit too much.

Dissolving sin through my soul,

She was the beginning of time, years old.

She aged like fine wine, a story well told.

She was beyond her time, as if,

she saw me come and go.

The only thing she said to me was,

“In my world just let it flow!”

So, night after night me and Rose

made love,

And let the gun blow.

When I was in her world, she took control of my soul.

Injecting passion and sin within

my heart.

She was a see through beauty but her heart was dark,

her eyes were blue,

She had wings too.

An anathema, Angel…


from the pearly gates.

When I closed my eyes I was in Rose’s world.

We twirled to a tune, “Rump a Bum Bum!”

I watched her swing a wing and put a man down,

for glancing at her radiant brown.

In her blue eyes I drowned.

I blew a man’s top off, for looking in her eyes.

Then we made love in the sky.

I was only with Rose when my eyes were closed.

She had blue eyes, a black heart,

and no soul.

So, she had to be,

a Devil sent to me.

An exiled Angel from heaven.

She introduced me to

Hell, …

passion, lust, sex,

and deeds that were murderous!

I was in love with Rose indeed.

I told her I loved her,

and she ignored me.

She wrapped me in her wings, and we flew through the red lit sky.

We touched the pearly gates,

but we were denied.

Then we slid in my two seater,

Me and my Devil Deva…

my Rose.

My Four-Four was in my lap.

We rode to a tune, “ooh la la laa!”

Her see through brown skin flowed into her eyes

that were blue,

her heart was black and cold,

she had no soul,

An Angel…?

She had wings too!

She was enamored of my gangsta, my love she ignored.

So, for her my gun blew.

She had to be, a Devil sent to me

because she never told me

she loved me.

I closed my eyes and Rose arose…

I told her I loved her, wanting to see her soul.

She turned her head,

her translucent, radiant brown,

became an opaque red,

her wings vanished, and horns formed slowly,

climbing out of her head.

Her blue eyes evaporated into fire holes,

The Devil sprung out of my Angel Rose.

She said, “I told you to just let it flow”

I tryed to open my eyes, but my eyes stayed closed!

The Devil put her lips on my lips and finally,

took my soul.

Devil Deva

Published by korymcclary1221

My name is Kory McClary, I am 34 years old. I am currently serving a lengthy sentence at the New Jersey State prison in Trenton, New Jersey. I am fighting for my freedom so that I may return to my family and loved ones. Yet, I know that it is a long, tough, and bitter battle to achieve that goal. But, with the grace of God Almighty, and for the sake of my family, I will fight on. I am using this blog as a medium to enhance my voice and to bring awareness to my unfair condition leading out of my unjust conviction. While spending almost all of my time in a cell, I chose to write so that I may voice the reality of my situation, because without awareness there can never be Justice...! To escape the harsh reality of prison, I use the pen to release my frustrations. I use the pen to manifest my imagination. And, most of all, I use the pen to Fight. I am fighting for my Life! Just by reading Kory McClary's Blog, you are giving my plight and my word's a voice. Thank you. Please, stay tuned...

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