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Friday, December 24, 2010

Enjoy Me





The chilling night wind tends to bring in that hunger,
The one that calls for the wild, and the lonely,
From under the depths of the foreign ground it begins,
Pouring into the veins of the howling soul, and its groaning,

And the expectations rise from the boiling blood,
With intentions of having a taste of your lips,
To caress the portrait, embedded in your mental frame,
With hands that embrace the curves of your breasts, down to your hips,

So be still, and say no words,
This is the beginning of the never ending story,
Climb from the bottom of your natural ability to think and react,
Take passion as it comes, lay back and enjoy me..

As the night clouds take over the moon with shadows,
We’ll create our own images for the wall to display,
And while you clench your teeth and refuse to yell my name aloud,
I still hear you breathe it anyway,

And its far from the lustful pleasures that most entertain,
We call this new idea “LOVE” which encompasses the atmosphere in good taste,
Locking down the correspondence of passion upon your tantalizing curves,
Worry is irrelevant at this point, here your heart remains safe..

So be still, and say no words,
This is the beginning of the never ending story,
Climb from the bottom of your natural ability to think and react,
Take passion as it comes, lay back and enjoy me..

Sunday, October 3, 2010

U Owe Me..........









Home alone,
And I haven’t seen her all week,
The dangerous curves on her body
Has my mind off course so to speak,

Now I wouldn’t consider it banker’s hours,
And I’m sure that she’s fast asleep,
But the faucet of love needs to be properly tightened,
If I plan to stop this leak,

If you were to lay eyes on her briefly,
You would definitely want a peek,
You’d awake her from her beauty rest,
Instead of saying, “let her sleep,”

Therefore I make that phone call,
Envisioning her on the pillow, lifting her head,
Hearing my ring tone, she desires more sleep,
But tosses her covers back, and pulls herself out of bed instead,

At this hour, she’s aware of my desires,
And vows to please me by all means,
Freshens up, pulls hair back in a ponytail, & throws on a pair of sweats,
Hops in the car, and waits for each red light to turn green,

After opening the door, she gives me an angry stare,
But quickly snickers with glee,
Hugs me, lays her overnight bag carefully on the sofa,
And says “ For waking me up so late, you know you owe me!”

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Without Looking





Its obvious,
That everyone adores you,
Your fragrance, and your extravagant shoes,
Its like the world revolves around what u do,

The slightly drawn on eyebrows are perfectly arched,
So you already look as mean as your walk,
Using one word sentences,
And managing to pull off hand gestures when you talk,

And its apparent that im no different,
Well in that perspective, because I stare too,
Using both eyes, to undress the dress that’s nestled within your breast,
As well as remove the lavender fragrance that your undergarments subdue,

But I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

For you need my eyes, among others,
In order to feel at peace, as well as complete,
And if this is a rat race for the sake of building your confidence,
I’m in no mood to compete,

So you treat me as the invisible
As though your designer shades disguise me,
And when I finally get you to shift your gears from park to reverse,
You still manage to do it blindly,

And im not saying that you don’t deserve to be treated well
You’re probably sixty percent prettier than most women by far,
But even though this statement is relatively nonfiction,
We all see what kind of woman you are,

And I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

All Within A Dream




The morning lifts the curtains,
Yet she lies there sound asleep,
Motionless, and without a blink,
Bright skin, with a few freckles upon her cheek,

Nestled under satin sheets,
Her foot hangs slightly off the bed,
A fresh pedicure without a flaw,
Each toe nail delicately dipped in red,

I am careful not to stare at her,
Though I gaze upon her with care,
She doesn’t like the feeling of being watched,
Often says “it’s hard to bear”

And so I just sit next to her,
In the same spot where I slept the night before,
But I sat up with my back against the headboard,
Kicked both boots off, which tumbled to the floor,

A slight thud,
As each shoe hits the ground,
She jumps briefly, but not enough to break her dream,
Her sleep is not broken by the sound,

All within a dream,
She opens one eye, and smirks with glee,
Places her hand upon mine carefully,
Now certain that its me,

Her skin is similar to a flame,
As if fire has entered into her veins,
But that’s expected because she’s a heavy thinker,
She’s always killing off her pain,

And all within a dream, I suppose she does so,
Or perhaps that’s where she tends to try,
And since I can’t help her fight those wars internally,
I am just always somewhere nearby,

It’s the best that I can do,
To just watch her, and be patient so it seems,
While the love of my life fights her own battles,
All within her dream..

Friday, August 13, 2010

You're Not Yourself Today







And you’re just not yourself today…
Your thought process and your mood,
The way you walk across the living room,
Your blasé attitude,

And you don’t tell me that you love me,
The way you normally do,
I mean you tell me that you need me,
But in a way that’s not quite you,

If I were madd..
I’d say that you were someone else inside,
A woman that I can barely touch,
And hardly recognize,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…


They say that love is blind,
And its obvious, you don’t see me,
The torture in those horrid sheets,
Under covers, where u leave me,

Has love been captured?
By the soul of another man,
That just won’t let me touch you,
Nor even hold your hand?

The intimacy is no longer present,
Only a vacant sign doth hang,
What was once hot, sweaty, and lustful pleasures,
Is but distant, unworthy, simple, and plain,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…

Say that I be perplexed,
And silence rules the day,
For there’s nothing written down for me,
Neither doth the dove carry notes my way,

Speak and make it obvious,
That love has found a way,
To seep right out from under your heart,
That which once was here to stay

And the silence grows,
Causing both of us to stray,
Therefore, I’m packing my things and leaving,
Unless you tell me I should stay,

And its you…
I only wish you’d touch me,
And you…
I only wish you’d love me…
And whatever I do…
I can’t get past the way…
That you’re just not yourself today…

Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Letter





It was there,
I found it crumpled on the floor,
The moment I stepped inside,
The letter stared at me from behind the door,

Grabbed it, blew the dust from its substance,
The moment that I picked it up,
Carefully took the time that I normally wouldn’t take,
Not sure why, but a feeling inside say’s this may be tough,

And it read like a book,
Chapter after chapter, I found my errors,
She was concerned about our love,
And of course I learned a lot about her terrors,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

It was getting way too late for me,
Ask me why I felt this long before now,
I wasn’t sure of the date, but knew it would show its ugly head ,
Some way, some how,

She told me that she loved me,
But can’t stand the loneliness,
By night the walls would taunt her mind,
Portraits of love would no longer suggest that we are blessed,

In the middle of the paper,
Is where smeared ink would suddenly appear,
And it was obvious that she was crying when she wrote it,
But couldn’t hold back that single tear,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

So here I am,
Mentally watching the love of my life spill her heart,
So unsure of where she is,
Frustrated with cupid in general, and his dart,

Rambling through certain documents,
In search of the new number to her cell phone,
And if I couldn’t find it,
I’m hoping that her mom’s home,

Making late night phone calls,
Not afraid to be fussed out by her mother cause it’s a risk I have to take,
I was now a risk taker, when i should've been all along,
And something internally says "i'm just a tad bit too late."

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

One Man Standing




It was said...
That she and I would never part..
Photographs lie upon the bed now,
Beside ink pens, tablets and modern art...

She and I was similar to a painting,
You could easily admire the relation..
Gazing upon us for hours...
For the sake of conversation...

And of a truth,
The wind mustve become angry with us nightly..
Perhaps the Gods failed to be enchanted,
And took our love affair lightly..

For as the moon cometh before the sun,
We parted as the red sea...
Leaving only one man standing,
And that lonely man was me....

Say that its far from so,
Say that its just a dream within a dream,
Suffer it to be just a flaw amongst destiny,
An eagle's broken wing....

So shall it heal,
So shall it heal by the hands of time,
She and I may reign again...
Again might she be mine....

I spoke to cupid briefly,
Not once did he deny my heart victory..
And so I sit amongst the riverbank..
Until she doth return to me...

For as the moon cometh before the sun,
We parted as the red sea...
Leaving only one man standing,
And that lonely man was me....

Saturday, July 17, 2010

(In Denial) Of My Satisfaction





The moment I saw her,
The internal burn took place,
I felt the blood run thru me,
Sweat traveling down my face,

There’s no way that I want her,
The lies that went on upstairs,
Later on rambling thru love’s documents,
Overlooking the correspondence, even though I saw it there,

On several occasions,
I watched her pass me by perfume,
Inhaling her perfect scent,
Slowly following it just beyond the room…

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

She probably wouldn’t be worth it,
Nor might she be worth a farthing of my time,
I could do without her every moment of the day,
She’d never even cross my mind,

Time would eventually heal,
Those lonely nights, that I ultimately fight,
I’m certain that I’d consume love until there’s nothing left,
Of a truth, I’d be all right.

Yet all right never came,
I needed her then, and still need her now,
And so its imperative to have her in my life,
No matter when, and no matter how….

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Her Load...... (Too Long)





Its been too long,
Since I’ve seen your face,
Since I’ve used the first key on my key ring,
And opened the door to your place,

Its been too long,
Since I’ve made love to you,
Watching u squirm all over the bed,
And doing that little giggle that you do..

After making love……
Its been too long,
Since I wrote something down for you,
And sang it to you in a song,

Its not that I don’t love u,
Its just that I’m on the road,
And though I think I carry more,
You still carry a hell of a load,

Its been too long,
Since I’ve seen u smile,
Too long since I’ve been able to sit my phone down,
And sit with you a while,

And its been too long,
Since I’ve rubbed your pretty toes,
Been too long since I’ve handed u a tissue,
So that u can blow your nose ,

For you and I,
Its been too long,
Just know that the moment that I’m finished,
I’ll return straight home,

Its not that I don’t love u,
Its just that I’m on the road,
And though I think I carry more,
You still carry a hell of a load…

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Confession




Since my past life,
Up until now,
I dwell on why you’ve remained with me,
And then I wonder how?

I’ve never deserved your presence,
Well at least not in my mind,
I keep things between us so uptight,
When u just want to unwind,

And you’re more than beautiful,
Surely I hate that fact,
Because I’ve wasted your valuable time,
And we both know u cant get that back,

I call this my confession,
I KNOW u stand there waiting,
Hoping that one day I’ll grow up,
And the seat next to me won’t be taken,

Even now you choose me?
Its just so hard to see,
Because you always wanted kids,
But I never took the time to work on family,

I just say…
One day we’ll do better,
But I never do my part,
Or help you put the pieces together,

But u stand next to me,
And vow to never part,
Thinking that sunny days wouldn’t be special,
If it wasn’t for the dark..

So I call this my confession,
I KNOW u stand there waiting,
Hoping that one day I’ll grow up,
And the seat next to me won’t be taken,

Friday, June 18, 2010

Not If U Were Mine









I can tell that you‘re unhappy,
But you’re just too strong to say,
I watch your eyes tear up,
Wishing someone would take the pain away,

Its more than obvious to me,
But you’d prefer to hide it,
I watch your soul reaching out for me,
And your body hopes that its invited,

So why stay involved?
When you could be loved at all times,
Not just at 3 o’clock in the morning,
Before the sun begins to shine..

And if that’s what u like,
I’d have to say that, its fine,
But its not the way it has to be…
Not if u were mine…

You deserve to be loved,
Not only when there’s nothing else to do,
Not only when the storm keeps you inside,
But also when skies are blue,

You should be loved,
Not only when you step from the shower,
Barefoot, and glistening with your hair still wet,
Smelling like jasmine, and bergamot powder,

But that’s not the way it is,
You receive no compliment when u buy a new sundress
And when you cut your hair for him….
You shouldn‘t have to wonder if he likes it, or even have to guess….

But if that’s what u like,
I’d have to say that, its fine,
But its not the way it has to be…
Not if u were mine…

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Your Lover








If I can’t be your man,
Suffer me to be your lover,
Lets lay the night away,
Once, and then another…

No disrespect intended,
It may seem like a task,
But how might I care for your body,
If I never ask…

Offer me your hand,
Lets drift into the night,
I’m not asking you to trust me yet,
But give it ‘til tonight,

If I can’t be your man,
Suffer me to be your lover,
Lets lay the night away,
Once, and then another,

I promise you’ll be fine,
I’ll let you have your way,
We can enter into Heavens treasures,
Lets make you “Queen” for a day,

You are the shining light,
When their skies are blue,
You take care of everyone else,
But who’s taking care of you?

No disrespect intended,
I only extend my hand,
Suffer me to be your lover,
If I cannot be your man…….

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Images On The Wall







A dark room, with a humble fire blazing,
Slow tunes leak from the speakers silently,
She steps in the bedroom from a shower,
Without a towel, displaying nudity,

It’s all just a show,
She’s aware that I’m in the shadows,
Her body glistens from the blazing fireplace,
Hastily… Cupid arrives with two arrows,

I’m utterly struck first….
And so I focus on her seductive curves,
Whispering, “Come to me”
Struck second, she embraces my words,

Thank you cupid,
But for you kind sir, that will be all…..
Its time for us to create images,
On the wall….

Full of love, I stand tall,
She forcefully thrusts me back to the chair,
Sizzling flames flicker aggressively,
Love fills the air….

She inhales me in full,
Before I exhale,
In my lap purring like a kitten,
Upon the ocean of love, she sets sail…

And there’s nothing I can do,
There’s nothing I can say,
Therefore I sit back,
And let her have her way…..

Thank u cupid,
For the arrows, and all…
Without a shadow of a doubt,
We create images on the wall……

Sunday, May 16, 2010

To You... (My Friend.)




You’ve never treated me different,
Even when I had less,
You took the time to give me your wisdom,
You studied my mind, and my heart you’d caress,

I was just a burden,
And could bring you no gain,
And when I was just a portrait..
You provided a frame,

Love was unconditional,
Though you had it all,
I was short of good fortune,
But u helped me stand tall,

My friend, oh friend,
I am always in your debt,
And though you won’t accept it,
You have my respect,

You have my shoulder,
As long as I live,
You have my heart,
So grab a hold of my rib…

Therefore, never be afraid to ask,
I owe you that much,
And if you need me to keep you standing,
I’ll be there as your crutch….

My friend, oh friend, I’ll never forget,
Even if this world should end,
I’ll create another,
And establish us again.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Her Frustration...



It was a usual evening,
Me and my thinking,
A cup of tea in my hand,
Sipping it slowly, I’d hardly call it drinking,

I watched the subtle ocean,
Just below the sunlight,
But her cry seemed a bit fierce,
The peace within her wasn’t quite right,

I dipped my hand in the water,
And tasted her salty tears,
A pure faucet of hot water,
Not as calm as she appears,

Removing my shoes,
I walked towards the sun, and her core
Allowing the water to rest upon my waistline,
Swaying me back, and forth,

And there I cried out “say on”
Tell me the truth in your story,
Who hast defamed thee?
Who has infected your righteous glory?

From the east came the wind,
Creating vehement waves of hurt,
Soiled water, Styrofoam cups floating,
Random particles, pieces of a shirt,

I listened carefully,
As she spake of her tale,
She wanted to be free from it all,
The oil, the blood, and foreign eggshells,

For years she had housed folly,
All nested in her skin,
She wanted to release her frustration,
Instead of holding it all in….

And who could blame her,
It was like venom in her blood,
The ocean was slowly dying,
From impurity, and no love,

Before drifting I said “I love you”
And headed back to the shore,
A voice whispered from the wind,
I love you much more…….

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

MY SISTER







I remember it like it was yesterday,
I actually recall this case,
I call to mind, your little eyes staring at me,
Before I remember my mother’s face,

My sister,
I cherished you because you loved me,
You wanted to be my helper,
Before it was truly time to be,

I recall our first encounter,
How you just wanted to see,
Instead you flipped me from the sofa,
Quickly ejecting me…

I knew you didn’t mean it,
But how could I open my mouth and speak?
I couldn’t save you from mother‘s anger,
I could only watch, hoping your discipline would be brief,

My sister,
There’s no one more that I adore,
Now that we are older,
I’ll save you from your time of war,

For us,
It’s never been easy,
I’ve always been a complicated storybook,
But you have always been able to read me,

And for this I am grateful,
Though times are hard for you even now,
When I see what you’ve carried as a woman,
The only word that enters my brain is “HOW?”

My sister,
The sun will forever shine on you,
And if a cloud makes its way towards your life,
I’ll stand in front of it,….. never might it pursue,

Friday, April 16, 2010

Lets Try It Again








To say that i don't love you,
Would be more than just a lie,
For when i think of your departure,
An ocean of tears pursue mine eye,

Your steps beside me,
Anoint my path with light,
Your whisper is soothing to my turmoil,
It warms my heart, just right..

And why should we part?
Knowing that we can work things out,
We argue over foreign material which alters,
Forgetting the basis of what we truly argue about,

And I believe that we can make it,
If you would grab my hand,
Today I won’t fall into the same trap,
Today, I’ll take a stand,

I’ll lead with the arms of example,
Not by my voice alone,
I’ll speak to you in person,
We’ll never argue by phone,

And we’ll watch………,
We’ll see it all take place,
Wrapped tightly in each other’s arms,
With a smile upon our face…

So let the winds remove the clouds,
Yes, allow the storm to rush into the hills,
Suffer the waves of life to recede,
Suffer this vessel of love, to remain still…

Lets try this thing again,
Again, lets try this thing,
Soon and very soon, I’ll make it all worthwhile,
Let the wedding bells ring…

Monday, February 15, 2010

THE BEAUTY OF BEING BEAUTIFUL





There were but two souls,
Stirring within the land,
One was obviously me,
The other held my hand,

And yes she was stunning,
The sun bowed before her elegant feet,
The wind draped around her curves,
And under her garments so to speak,

You could see through her white gown,
Clear as the crisp morning sky,
But she only allowed me to stare briefly,
Then she’d give me the evil eye,

Her lips spewed words of honey,
Her eyes could see into my soul,
And so it was hard to deceive her morning flower,
You had to wait for it to unfold,

Patience was key,
It would open the lock to her heart in time,
Though she could do without my sexual excess,
She was focused on nurturing my mind,

Being certain that her duties were well done,
Yes and done well,
She cherished the life that was inside of me,
Never focused on my human captivity, nor my mental cell,

The beauty of being beautiful,
More striking than anything that I’d ever envisioned upon the earth,
It wasn't her elegance, her grace, or her beauty that made her beautiful,
Instead, it was the fact that she put me first.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Rediscovery





How can we forget about her,
She stands firmly with soothing words,
Embracing our hands each day,
Whereas we travel her bountiful curves,

Leading us back to Genesis,
Whispering.. Remember.. Remember,
That though often very rare,
Flowers do flourish, Even during Winter

And how easily it is to forget,
How she allows children to gallop on her attire,
Singing songs of laughter and joy,
Yes until the sun sets and we all retire,

Inviting the presence of her beloved,
She also allows the uncertainty of fools,
Then instantly teaches with love,
Using it's strength as her tool,

Sadly we forget,
That she is left darkened, in solitude, and without family
Her oceans without water,
Her beaches no longer sandy,

With this voice she cries aloud,
Hoping to shake the earth,
Preparing to move the crowd...
From the womb comes forth a "rebirth"

We create her memory,
Resurfacing what has already been done,
Meaning that we can prepare to win this battle,
Or turn away in fear, and run,

She teaches us lessons with time,
She is the sun, the moon, and all things in sight,
She is the heart of a nation,
But more than anything, she is LIFE..

Friday, January 1, 2010

THE FRAME







I stepped out of the heart shaped frame,
The one on the right side her bed,
Leaving her in the portrait alone,
And paced the floor instead,

It had been a while,
Since I walked around her bedroom,
Especially when she was at work,
Or anytime before noon,

I wasn’t there to snoop around,
Instead to listen to the walls sing their song,
Listening carefully to their tone,
To see where I went wrong,

Untying first, and removing my shoes,
I retraced my steps upon the carpet,
Replaying historical arguments,
Refusing to consider her as the target,

The walls led me to the kitchen,
Where she slaved for hours to make dinner by five,
I could’ve given a helping hand, cut up a lemon,
Or put the place settings by her side,

I walked down the hallway listening,
Grabbing two towels, and two washcloths in that order,
Placing them on the restroom countertop,
Lighting a candle, and running warm bath water,

It was obvious that the walls spake,
Reminding me of all things certain, all things pure,
Whether or not it was too late for me,
I was more than uncertain, I was unsure,

But I did walk the place,
With hopes that her anguish towards me might change,
Looking back once more, I stepped into the portrait next to her,
Yes back into the frame..