poems

in the still of the evening
without sunlight to intrude
i c the twilight's in your eyes
as the moon sets up the mood

playing music soft and low
while romance fills the air
i cant help but feel aroused
the very moment u come near

u submit to my embrace
while candles flick their flame
and the smell of sweet perfume
seems to drive my lust insane

as i look into your eyes
and run my fingers through your hair
i taste the sweetness of your neck
as i nibble at your ear

i then whisper words of love
as u answer with a (SIGH)
and in a very sexy way
your sweet body comes alive

your the heat of my desire
as we slowly come undress
i then start to lay u down
while u welcome my caress

with your luscious sexy curves
u have a taste i cant resist
and your breast show some response
when i touch them with a lick

as i soak inside your love
to a sexy love condition
feeling passions start to rise
while making love in (ALL POSITION)

u give me so much pleasure
for ecstasy is here
with u wrapped inside my arms
to this heated love we share

now (NO ONE) can come close
to this love that we inspire
for only u can fill this joy
and the heat of my desire

SWEET MIDNIGHT WEAVES ITS MAGIC SPELLS, UPON THE SLEEPY EYES THAT FELL....INTO THE REALM OF WISHFUL DREAMS WHERE NOTHING REAL NOR AS IT SEEMS....A TOUCH OF MAGIC SCATTERED THERE, AMID THE MOONBEAMS BEAMING RARE...WITH THE BREATH OF HEAVEN SIGHING HIGH, AGAINST THE KISS OF A STARRY SKY....THE DIPPER DIPS WHILE WISHES FLY ON WINGS OF A CHILD-LIKE LULLABY....I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT, SWEET WISH I WISH FOR U TONIGHT...OUTSIDE THE REALM OF EARTHLY SCENES, WITHIN THE HIDDEN LAND OF DREAMS...SOFTLY-MISTED VISIONS STARE INTO THE HEARTS WITH SOULS TO BARE...SOULFUL SOULS THAT YEARN TO SOAR, ABOVE THE MILKY WAY AND MORE...INTO THIS NIGHT OF NIGHTS DELIGHT UPON THE WINGS OF EBONED FLIGHT...SO THE SPELL OF SPELLS IS CAST, BEAUTY BREATH WILL LAST PAST MIDNIGHT WITH ITS DARKEN HUE, SLEEP ON UNTIL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.....

THERE IS A PLACE....WHERE THE MOUNTAINS TOUCH THE SKY...WHERE POETS DREAM, WHERE EAGLES FLY...A SECRET PLACE ABOVE THE CROWDS...JUST BENEATH MARSHMALLOW CLOUDS....LIFT YOUR EYES TO A SNOWY PEAK AND C THE SOON-TO-BE- WE SEEK...WHISPER DREAMS AND LET THEM RISE...TO THE MOUNTAINS OLD AND WISE...CLIMBERS CLIMB, IT'S TIME TO TRY....WHERE THE MOUNTAINS TOUCH THE SKY...TAKE ME THERE...OH TAKE ME NOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW...WHERE OCEAN MEETS THE SKY...WHERE MERMAID DANCE AND SEAGULLS FLY...A PLACE IN DREAMS I KNOW SO WELL...THE SEA INSIDE A SINGLE SHELL...FAR ACROSS THE LIVING SEA...A PALE BLUE POSSIBILITY...BEYOND THE CASTLES MADE OF SAND...TOMORROW IN A SMALL CHILD'S HAND...ONLY DREAMERS NEED APPLY...WHERE THE OCEAN MEETS THE SKY...TAKE ME THERE...OH TAKE ME NOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW...WHERE THE FOREST REACH THE SKY...PEOPLE R EQUAL AND DOVES STILL FLY...NO THORNS OF WAR, A PERFECT ROSE....THIS IS WHERE THE GREEN GRASS GROWS...OUT BEYOND THE CRYSTAL STREAM....LIKE DR.KING I HAVE A DREAM...IMAGINE SUCH A GOAL IN SIGHT...FOR RED AND YELLOW, BLACK AND WHITE...WHISPER NOW, LET THE DREAM BEGIN....IT'S TIME TO TRUST THE TRUTH WITHIN....THIS IS WHERE WE SEEK AND FIND....A GIFT IN BEING COLORBLIND...DREAM ON DREAMERS, HOPES R HIGH...WHERE THE FORESTS REACH THE SKY...TAKE ME THERE...OH TAKE ME NOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW.

PABLO PICASSO PAINTED PERFECT PORTRAITS PRESENTING POWERFUL PICTURES PROBABLY PROVIDING PRODUCTIONS AS PRESCRIPTIONS TO IMPALE DEPRESSING PROBLEMS PRODUCED BY PASSION AND PAIN

IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD, WHERE NOTHING WAS THE SAME...GUILTY TILL PROVEN INNOCENT, THE YOUNGEST IS TO BLAME...THE SKY IS GREEN, THE GRASS IS BLUE...WHERE UP WAS DOWN AND I WAS U...IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD THAT CONTRADICTS OUR OWN, WHERE BIRDS AND EAGLES ALWAYS WALKED AND CATS AND DOGS HAVE FLOWN...WHERE KISS IS KILL AND LOVE IS HATE....WHERE HERE IS GONE AND BAD IS GREAT...IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD THATS STRANGE IN EVERY WAY...THIS IS THE WORLD INSIDE MY HEAD, THAT I LIVE IN EVERY DAY


A BLIND PERSON MAY NOT C THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD, BUT WITHIN HIS HEART HE COULD C THE BEAUTY OF SOMEONE, INSTEAD IT'S THOSE WITH EYES WHO R SO VERY BLIND, CUS THEY FOCUS NOT ON THE INSIDE BUT WHAT THE EYES SEE..

LIVE LIKE LOVE LIES LOST LISTENING LIKE LEARNING LIVES!

A CONFUSION HAS CONFUSED MY MIND WHICH IS ALREADY CONFUSED WITH SOME CONFUSION...I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS CONFUSION HAD CONFUSED MY CONFUSED MIND...IF MY CONFUSION HAS CONFUSED YOUR MIND THEN TRY TO GET A SOLUTION FOR MY CONFUSION TO RECTIFY MY CONFUSED MIND...IF MY CONFUSED RHYME DIDNT CONFUSED U THEN BE HAPPY THINKING THAT A CONFUSED RHYME DIDNT CONFUSED U, WHICH REALLY CONFUSED ME...IF U R CONFUSED ON READING THIS CONFUSED RHYME THEN TRY TO FIND A SOLUTION TO YOUR CONFUSION...CONFUSING ISN'T IT?

I KNOW THAT U KNOW I KNOW WHAT U KNOW....IF U HAD ALREADY KNOWN WHAT U NOW KNOW THEN U WOULD OF ALREADY KNOWN THAT I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING BEFORE U WILL EVER KNOW IT...KNOW WHAT I MEAN?


SAUCY SUN SUIT SLITHERS SWEETLY SALSA SWAYS, SLOWLY SOOTHING SUNSHINE SMOLDERS SUNTAN SMILES....STARING SILENTLY SECRETS SCRAMBLE...SACRED SANCTUM SACRIFICED SLOWLY...SENSELESSLY SCOPING SAVIOR OF A SOLUTION....SCARED SILLY, SADNESS STRIKES...SILENTLY SHE SAID SAVE ME...SHE SITS SCARED, SINGING...SOMEONE SAVE ME...




.....A MIDNIGHT WALK
Current mood:OLD POEMS BUT NEW TO U

words that are inspiring and lift my spirits when I'm down, keeping my thoughts positive, so in misery, I won't drown.....the words that come alive, I can feel clear to my soul, a peaceful feeling they bring, like a lovely midnight stroll....taking me to a place where I can dream awhile, sometimes bringing a tear, most times a needed smile....we must have poets in our world to express our greatest need,
thoughts screaming to get out, many hungry minds to feed.....fear that sometimes enters and brings us to our knees, words that we write and feel helps to rid us of this disease....sadness that enters our hearts needs a great escape, a way to empty our troubled soul, so happiness can take shape....falling deeply in love, gentle words come pouring out, holding them close to our heart, loving them is what life's about.....watching a sunset, sitting beneath the trees, inspires a poets heart, it's simple things like these.....reading of a broken heart that seems beyond repair, reaching out to others, when we find the words to share.....happiness that's found, that overflows our emotions, can't be kept inside, produces words deep as oceans....the tender heart of a poet is a much needed thing, so much more than words, it's the feeling the poet brings...........

great times of depression, changing to ones of great succession...learning from our mistakes, knowing that there is no retakes....our adolescent misbehavior, to questioning our savior....from our birth to our death all in a quick breathe....this is life

the feeling of great desire, the fuel for your inner fire....the empiness inside, when emotion collide...dropping everything for a single cause, knowing they're the one without a pause...being there for those u need, watching the caged become freed....this is love


being able to fly and never fearing to die...not knowing our fear, with eyes dry lack of tears....never knowing any pain, just the sweetness of a sugar cane...leaving home without a care, just to do what u would never dare.....this is dreaming

living your life obeying the law, while criminals make cities turn raw....always holding your hopes up high, when deep down u want to break down and cry...questioning everything we do, to what scientists really try and prove...knowing only what we're told, wondering why the world is so cold....this is reality

spending our lives looking for whats behind that hidden door...the meaning of life covered by strife....u wonder about it every night, just for it u put up your fight...its covered with all sorts of lies, and those who realize always die.....this is truth

sharing all u know, to trusting a foe.... lending out your soul, just to reach your goal....going through hell to leave, to do what u believe...having hope for oneself and trusting yourself....this is faith

what this is , is a great composition of what makes up our disposition...we feel what we do and question what we once knew....we give our tears to our pain, only to have it washed away in the rain...we r taught to question, then punished for the answer we mention...we r told to believe, even when we see the world indulging in greed...we watch time go by, we r born to die...this is who we r...

new as foam, old as a rock....poems, and quotes around the clock...truth written as it is spoken, mends the hearts, which have been broken....how many will read what i think, while i try to preserve in ink....an old memory, or a new love, or ages past that i may think of.....water flowing past the stone, creates the bubbles we have known, purifying what time has brought, briefly as with each passing thought...warmth, and wind blowing free, with all the elements we can see...makes the world seem so divine, mysteriously in grand design....spirits wander like turbulent foam, searching forever for an eternal home...lessons are better learned before we rest, timeless thoughts must pass the test....peace flows in passionate streams, while beauty lies within our dreams...