....................

now that no one see's me...it would be a perfect time to vanish..............

her eyes.......

Discovering...I pull myself into her eyes
Beyond my reflection I bathe in a tempest of thought
Like a modern day Columbus I set sail in epic journey
On the seas of her mind I am tossed like a cork

I seek the answer to a thousand questions
Past present and future are one as I strain to breathe
The world seems to stop as she is my anchor
To let go would be to fall from the edge of life

Devoured by the dragons within my mind
The darkness turns to morning light
Questions remain as does my reflection in her eyes
It was there...in her eyes...that I found myself

city sleeps

Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry
Pavement crowded...must keep moving
The faceless people hurry

Living city fed by trains
The statues ever watchful
River blue unwinding onward
Don't stop to look...be careful

Strangers pass by on the bridges
Ships and boats pass under
Museums guard secrets of the past
The tourists stop to wonder

Modern city with an eye
Countless areas to roam
Place of commerce...place of money
For some it's just a home

City's poor too...yes the homeless
In their cardboard city
Pretty parks and tinkling fountains
And sordid crime too...pity

Bustling city by the day
Don't come to be a stranger
Restless city by the night
Still boats upon the water

City breathes through all the night
Women ply their trade
Bars and clubs and bouncers might
Another living made

All the children playing round
Sweet joy upon their faces
City life...it's not so hard
It's not the worst of places

We all go home...sleep in our beds
Beggars find a doorway
As night drops down the city dreams
It sighs and lives on always

Living city with its history
The people fill its veins
Without the people working...living
Laughing...what remains

...........

When happiness is just a dream
In memory's distant past
And marriage just a fantasy
Which never seems to last

When laughter is unheard of
And frowns replace a smile
When people live in silence
And friends go out of style

When love is an unknown word
And hate the thriving passion
When peace is far behind us
And war the latest fashion

When all these things come to pass
And every word's a hidden knife
Then people are merely shadows
Just living an empty life

mystic path

A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime........
Where heaven's winds caress the fields,
A Summer dreamscape so surreal....
And it spurs me to venture on
To emerald depths of Avalon....
Where music dances on the breeze
And magic swirls amidst the trees....
More blissful realms, I'll never find
These dreamy pathways of the my mind....

...........l...i...n....g...e....r..............

In an attempt to erase
aching recollections
failed, for you still
...linger

That arousing aroma
with it's devilish hooks....
Now remains as a stench
dug deep within my skin
spewing rancid memories....

Teasing of has been's
and forget me not's,
all you do is
...linger

Those enticing eyes
once girdled a fairytale
with no ending in scene....
Now stitched in torment
carved by a lover's allure....
Reminiscence of yesterday

...yet you linger.....

Perhaps your presence
shadows my every move
for I wish to cling to faith
a moment longer, in hopes
it does not betray my trust.....

I catch sight of those eyes
in the distance
as they lock
with mine......

And your haunting scent
invades my essence
for I am not ready,
to release

Linger...
and we'll intertwine
in my dreams.

liquid fire...........

From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs,
I c stretching out before me
the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body....
My nose is surrounded by the trimmed bush
that sprouts upon a bony ridge....
Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood
and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth....
My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach,
lingering at that shallow crater
where a small black ring decorates the rim most distant from me....
It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts....
Small firm mountains, a matched set,
twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple
sitting alert as though calling out for attention....
Beyond the mountains your chest and neck
display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal,
like flowers announcing the coming of spring....
My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips
that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure,
save a small upturning of each corner....
Your eyes r tightly closed as u look deep within....
dark hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face
as u r swept up in the avalanche of your arousal....
Your face reveals no recognition of my presence,
for u r swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures....
As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to u,
I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body....
Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind
and in fantasy, I will swallow u up....
My mouth will consume u, taking u in
and u becoming a part of me and I of u
until the plains heave up, the mountains shake,
and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury
buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul....

supreme being

Without structure, reason, with pointless rhyme,
We're perpetually inundated time after time,
With aimless verbiage, with little to no thought,
Primping and posing, for cheap adoration sought....

Multiple attempts tis oft blindly confused,
With real talent, that hath truly amused,
Such lyrical fancy and poignant rhyme,
That will long stand the true test of time. ...

When ignorant blather is rabidly appeased,
To all good work creates painful unease....
For he who turns a daft ear and blind eye,
Insults true artists earning a woeful sigh....

Those who appreciate truly talented prose,
Wield power to separate the best of those....
Fear not to reveal the impostors so bold,
Elevating distinguished stories to be told....

When a weed is amongst graceful flowers,
Remove it, for their beauty it greatly sours....
Witnessing a wrongful and hideous site,
Action is required to make everything right.....

For there comes a time to make a stand,
Set the world right and elevate the grand....
Take pride in best of our insubstantial art,
Sharing the joys, touching an aching heart.....

feeels like

Feels like writing but doesn’t want to but my thoughts are writing they’re own thoughts on the lines of my mind that creates these outerverisal futuristic dysfunctional hardship loving strange complex emotional compounded mandatory appetizing words that feed your eyes and fun top (brain) come abroad my SpaceWordShip, they say I am the Miseducated one that set in a Private Room alone because I had too many Epiphany’s shiii!ittt that just gave me Room For Improvement to write when I thought of self as in one, one as in A Man Thoughts my thoughts that is aha does this here like I am performing for a stand-up poetry premier with no snapping finger just smoke clouds from rolled up loud and sit back to jet off to my wordily zoo where I cant be tamed so don’t feed this beast or else you’ll unleash my undercover dangerous skills that will dismantle your poetic perfection that you’ve worked on for years so go ahead shad a few tears from hitting you with my lyrical boom boom pow’s (hard words) just like a child without guidance I’m so out control and wild with these words, now the poetry club tryna put me on parole but my poetry has no limits that’s why its so def like comedy jam but this isn’t funny anymore it became serious when I didn’t have to use a pen to get a flow going, I guess I’m obsessed with it probably because I noticed I was blessed with this unique talent that came with a hustler my frame so I started to hustle up this words and came up with This!!! I’m so On I need a Thorn next to Angelou, Maya that is or even Black Ice because I am so Gone with it Poetry is my Wife............

a long dream............

U are my mystery,
The voice so afar,
u are the wind
Carrying me to the stars.....

U are the unseen face,
The most desirable dream,
u are the perfumed embrace
Making me beam and gleam.....

U are the music in me,
A melody that puts me into a trance....
U are the one who sets me free
And calls me for an unforgettable dance.....

U are my desire melting away,
My flame wrapped up in secrecy.....
U are the word I always say
When I am in ecstasy....

U are what I can't define:
My soul, my eternity and my art....
U are the one who makes me rise and shine....
U are the light inside my heart....



U are a dream....

.............!

Emotions dance, titillated by an evening breeze.......
Stars twinkle a sensual greeting of enticement .............

Moon promises silence;
"Your secret is safe with me"...........

Yet my heart screams "I want u" waking recognition....
Cover your eyes angels of innocence; turn a deaf ear to my thoughts......
Shield your fair skin from fires of desire torching the night.....

I ask not forgiveness.....
Nor cower in shame for mental indulgence....
Instead stand naked in the glow of passions wish,
washed in unbridled love....

Trees whisper;
"Your secret is no longer "

life is about...

Life isn't about keeping score....It's not about how many friends u have or how accepted u r....It's not about if u have plans this weekend or if you're alone....It isn't about who you're dating, who u use to date, how many people you've dated, or if you've dated anyone at all....It isn't about who you've kissed or about sex....It isn't about who your family is or how much money's in your bank accounts or what kind of car u drive....It's not about where u went to school or what kind of grades u get....It's not about how smart u r, how smart everybody else thinks u r, or how smart standardized tests say u r....It's not about what clubs you're in or how good u r at "your" sport....It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written u...."It's not about how beautiful or ugly u r....It's not about what clothes u wear, what shoes u have on, or what kind of music u listen to....It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown or if your skin is too light or too dark....Life just isn't....But, life is about who u love and who u hurt....It's about who u make happy or unhappy purposefully....It's about keeping or betraying trust.....It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon....It's about what u say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.....It's about starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip or not....It's about what judgments u pass and why and who your judgments r spread to....It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention....It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge....It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it....But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.....Only u choose the way those hearts r affected, and those choices r what life's all about.....

fields of forever

In fields of forever, I wait for thee
As clouds drift over the silver sea
Send me thy love on the sylvan breeze
Through the song of the birds, and the Moon's mysteries.

Here 'neath the shadow of a sycamore tree
In the wandering wind, I think of thee
Through golden clouds and fleeting mists
I long to taste thy sugar kiss.

Someday, true love, on thee, I'll shower
Like the morning breeze through the lilac flowers
In the fields of forever, I'll wait for thee
Till then, my love, remember me...........

I WANT U....I NEED U....I MUST HAVE U!

My stripped heart
idles in passion's liquid fire
aching to brush hard
against your swelling breasts,
unto those vanilla scented
sacred, torrid jewels,
that outshine the stars and the harvest moon
in my fevered, translucent nights,
where, with my Devouring Lust,
I have captured every nightingale
to imprison all the love poesies
and let you only feel
the hunger of my vaulted lips,
how they tremble for freedom
to become a tyrant granite wave
and crash nakedly
into the inviting ivory shores
of your prismatic submission,
trying to quench
their unquenchable intimate thirst.........

again
and
again

Oh, let my stubborn hands become
the sweetest villain of your glazed dreams
who wonders lost, drunk on rejuvenation,
between
your fruitful folds of softness,
upon the beating meadows
of sensual hills and hidden valleys
of exhausted yearnings,
exploring the depth of the universe
while your soft
rose tinted limbs
scream out from your
twirling torso awash in sunrise
to call upon the storms of embrace.........

Come my sweet Beloved!
Leave the silent rain behind
the mutilated walls of exile.
Take me into your eclipse of seductive fusion,
where you unfold your sensual palms
to mold my unclaimed earth
into the contour of your nubile smile.
And, as I am reverberating
in your phosphorescent mind,
with the tip of your eyelashes,
while you reveal all my elliptical dreams
in carefree nakedness,
write your exposed name
upon the un-foretold promise
of my mortal heart's pulse..........

Slowly,
as your melting shadow arches over
the canopy of my offering
crimson visions seep
through the cosmic portals of your want,
dreaming transformations become
bite marks of resurrecting reality.
Paralyzed in a haze of presence,
you drink the streaming,
deep fantasies of sexual elixir
from my spreading lips.
And with your eyes closed,
you watch me as I burn
your trembling, pallid prayers
into falling, echoless
ashes of innocence
while your hips slowly swallow
my hidden breath
unleashing vapors of awaiting syllables
to fill the tired, tepid air
with the nostalgic nectar of our skin...........

There is no longer you
nor I
just
an embrace in Life's Movement
only
One Soul
that has become
a tormentor, a savior,
a prostitute, a virgin,
to die for
to be restored to life
from the seeds of

Love ...................

her.........To whom it may concern

With indelible ink I wrote on the moon, Inserted messages within red balloons....Attached streamers to winds on high Notes that will glow made by millions of fireflies...Firework display burst from my heart, Festival of letters that will soon start... More elaborate then a president's campaign, Bounce on your head, soak into your brain....Swim through your veins absorbed in each cell, u r not getting sick just under my spell...Touch me gently in the dark, I whisper words u want to hear, hold u close to my chest, let this night be our premier...Let me be the match that lights your fire, Let me burn out of control, melt into my wild desire....Let your fire become my flames..Blissful dreamer or romantic fool, Fairy behavior with impish rules...Queen of darkness yet source of light, Lead me your way in the obscure night...My world is magic, a place so surreal, Candy red roses yellow daffodils....Prince of darkness not a mere man, Make u tremble at the touch of your hand...Let's taste the ecstasy sweetness it brings, and Fly to the moon on magical wings....

?

Don't you hate that? Uncomfortable silence....Why do we feel it's necessary to talk about bull in order to feel comfortable? That's when u know you've found somebody really special....When u can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence....

no one understands..........

Take love, multiply it by infinity and take it to the depths of forever.. and u still have only a glimpse of how I feel for u....

hypnotism

Waking up from that hauntful vision
Learning it was all "Hypnotism"
Another trick played on the mind
Another heart scorned by time

MORE........

Sometimes....
We wish we were particles,
floating meaninglessly,
through hemispheres...

Like forgotten breaths,
tickling the stars.....

Sometimes....
Forever seems too short.
And galaxies; clusters of planets
... Aren't prone to excite.....

As if the sky just hangs,
nothing, but a curtain to our eyes.....

And perhaps, darkness is covered over,
with the stretching light, that travels from our past, or even,
our future.....

But sometimes...
... (Most of the time)

We do wish, on burning balls of nothing,
pinned to the atmosphere.
In hope, that there's something

More.....

poems

SMOOTH RHYTHMS...TASTING THE ESSENSE OF ECSTASY...WORD PLAY....DREAMS OF FANTASIES....REMEDY TO THIS HEART IS MYSTERY....IVORY CLOUDS DRIFTING BY...NIGHT...ENTWINING OF SOULS...CARESSING OF SPIRITS AROUSED BY THOUGHTS..MYSTERIOUS ANCIENT EGYPT ON WHITE BURNING SANDS....COSMIC COLLISION OF TWO SOULS...INTUITION....AURORA AUSTRALIS....MOONLIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW SHADES....THE CALMING COOLING CHILL OF LUSTY LOVERS WHO CRAVES FOR MORE...THE SIGHT OF EYES CONFIRMING THE BURNING OF DESIRES.....


MYSTIC...SEER....RONIN...GURU...LOVER...ARTIST...POET....ME