She's like some kinda cute.

She’s like “comic book, best friend next door”, cute.

As if some special, specific sign of wanting without intent.

You feel comfortable and insecure all at once.

And time never seems to move slow enough.

She’s like “dime store, stained glass”, cute.

Fragile, but not gaudy, no price tag, but surely not free.

You want her, no matter how little pocket change you have.

Something tells you that of you give everything it’ll be enough.

She’s like “cat in the pet store window” cute.

Soft, with short fur, big beautiful eyes, and the sweetest purr.

She is cuddly, and warm, and in need of hugs and kisses, and love.

With every string of your heart pulled, you take her home.

She’s like “over-sized t-shirt and nothing else”, cute.

Long, skinny legs that lead to where you want to go.

Hair, also long, reaching the base of her supple yet lean backside.

You are handcuffed by your gentleman trade, and merely caress this creature.

She’s like “tattered diary, and tear stained pages” cute.

Love poems written on hands, and wrists, ankles, and knees.

A novel of noble actions printed on her frail back.

The chapters seem endless and I trace the words.

She’s like, “nothing I had ever know before” cute.

I am the Weeping Yogi
I can, and shall bare all.
The oceans of tears.
The mountains of sadness.
Valleys deep with regret.
Peaks of insurmountable guilt.
I can, and shall bare all.
Your worries.
Your grief.
Your uncertainties.
Your assured fears.
I can, and shall bare all.
With these shoulders.
Strong, broad, trained to endure.
My sinew is like iron.
Tough, rigid, stable.
I can, and shall bare all.
Without complaint.
Without hesitation.
Without gainful intent.
Without alternative motive.
I can, and shall bare all.
So you needn’t worry too often or too much.
Enjoy the beauty of living, and baring yourself without baring troubles as well.

Man is made of stone, some soft, some rigid,
some sturdy enough to survive shakes,
some weak enough to be tossed in the wind.
Man is made of stone, and life is a storm.
Some will stand above the tide.
Others will drown or be washed away.
Which one are you, which one am I?
When the storm is over,
look toward the sky and we shall see.

With each passing day I wake to find you next to me.
Sleeping.
Finding it harder and harder to say "Goodbye".
With every step I take,
I find it harder to make it feel like not falling.
Desperately dreaming that we were standing,
glancing, piercing each others eyes.
Waking, seething, at the creepy sound of a whispered "Goodbye".
With every breath I take
I find more and more reasons to step away from you.
More reasons to pull my hand faintly
away from your wetted, trembling, quivering lips.
An ill fated future without a goodbye kiss.
With each passing day,
the cold air in your words caress my heart.
Touching the inner me until I am no longer relevant.
This nightmare ending with a silent note,
played and signed by tears.
Relentlessly I continue to find myself thinking, sighing, but never crying.
P.S. Goodbye

She's like a switchblade dancing across my tongue.
She's like a hurricane crashing through my lungs.
She's like a nightmare strangling my dreams.
She's like a sobering feeling faded screams.
She's like a ... (kiss)
She's like a ... (fist)
She's like a ... (kick in the teeth)
She's like a firefly shining through my night.
She's like a lioness killing with all her might.
She's like a devil stealing to save my soul.
She's like a guardian angel I don't know.
She's like a ... (kiss)
She's like a ... (fist)
She's like a ... (kick in the fucking teeth)
She's like a switchblade dancing across my heart.
She's like a hurricane crashing from the start.
She's like a nightmare mangling my dreams.
She's like a sobering feeling torn from the seams.
She's like a ... (kiss)
She's like a ... (fist)
She's like a ... (kick in the mother fucking teeth)
She's like a priceless painting inside my mind
She's like a permanent image that I can't find.
She's like a devil lying to steal my soul.
She's like a guardian angel I still don't know.
She's like a ... (kiss)
She's like a ... (fist)
She's like a ... (kick in the fucking teeth)
She's like a switchblade dancing across my wrists.
She's like a hurricane crashing through the mist.
She's like a nightmare dangling my dreams.
She's like a sobering feeling without means.
She's like a ... (kiss)
She's like a ... (fist)
She's like a ... (kick in the teeth)
She's like nothing you've ever seen.
She's like nothing you've ever had.
She's like nothing you've ever gleamed.
She's like nothing you've ever read.
She's like a kiss, a fist, and a kick in the mother fucking teeth.

How can you kill a man who's already dead, how can you break a man who's already been broken, how can you steal his heart when its already been stolen, how can you count the stars when they're constantly dying and being born, how can you hide a lie in the truth, how can tell the difference between tears and rain, how can you love so much that you hate, how can you make more than 24 hours in a day?
How can you kill a man who's already dead, how can you break a man who's already broken, how can you steal his heart when its already been stolen, how can you count the stars?
A dead man's eyes are still looking, so take away who or whatever he's been searching for. A broken man can still be fixed, so take away who or whatever can make him work again. A stolen heart can't be taken unless the owner steals it back first. Count the stars one by one till you fall asleep, then start over the next night trying harder and harder to stay awake longer, till the sun rises and the stars disappear.

A son's greatest strength is his father, the man who should try to mold you not into his image but into a image not yet seen. A better image, stronger and wiser. A son's greatest sadness is his father's death. Watching that strength die is not a swift pain, its sting is not easily remedied. That pain truly never passes, for unlike death, this pain is eternal. Life is pain, to live without is to die. So we must take this pain, this sadness, this eternal thorn in our side and turn it into our strength. Stronger, more vibrant and bright. We must take those memories we have and hold on dear to them, cherishing them, even as the voices fade with the passing of time. The face, the smile, and the light that shined so brightly in their eyes shall remain. A son's greatest strength is his father and father's greatest strength is his son.

I've already said "Goodbye" to my little firefly but I will not say "Goodbye" to you.
How could I, when we've yet to meet?
I don't believe in first sights or glances from across the room.
No fluttering butterflies or excited fireworks.
Nothing to stir my soul.
When we meet... it will be a feeling.
Insatiable, unavoidable, inescapable, and shameless.
It will be raw, as if something ancient and untouched.
Forbidden and hidden away.
But, in us it will be revived, resurrected in our lips.
Breathing life once again.
The death that once imprisoned it now shutters.
I have already said goodbye too many times this lifetime and too many still to come.
But for you, whom i've yet to meet, hold, and love.
Our goodbyes shall never be.
Forever banished to the dark recesses of our minds.
Never to lurk, creep, or wander towards the light.

Grow up little firefly, you're running from a past that isn't even chasing you.
But if you insist on pretending that I don't exist I will continue my manner of work.
I'll make the landscape inescapable.
Zero exit signs, I'll keep you running circles till you collapse.
Your light won't shine within the shadow of my wings.
There will be no shelter from my storm, I am the eye, all seeing unflinching as you leer, glare, and sneer.
These words are the flames I breathe, your new knight is nothing but kindling, duller than his blade, slower than his speech,
I'd look down my nose at him but he'd get lost in the shade.
Is his love is too small, or is my conviction too great, whatever the issue is it's too late?
I have already begun, this song will ring until you see my sun.
So little firefly, understand this last stand, I'm only aiming at moving targets, so as long as you run I'll give chase.
You'll never be able to outrun my pace, so accept this end, drop to a knee and extend a hand.
Shake the hands of time and move on without forgetting what moved you to where you are.
Eternally unforgettable, unregrettable, unaware, and unknown.
Vastly veiled in a vision of lavender, magenta,and violet shown.
Eyes innocent yet ignorant, arrogant in false audacity.
With witless bliss and over ambitious affection fuel my tenacity.
I'm either up too late or too early, like a night owl catching the worm, but what's done is done.
These cannot be erased, replaced, banished, or be made to vanish.
So stand still little firefly and let me catch you, for only a moment to see your light up close.
After that I'll let you go, never to darken your little world again, trust me, a liar never lies about being a liar.

she can sing and she can dance, she can act and steal your heart with a glance.
she can rip out your soul with a smile and crush it with a wink.
she can take all of your dreams and make them sink.
she can hate you when you've fallen for her and love you when you can't stand to see her.
she is everything you despise and everything you desire.
she is life without breath and death without peace.

come my little ballerina dance for me
do some pretty twirls on stage, put a trance on me
let my eyes indulge on the beauty of you movements
for the shambles of this world need every bit of improvements
so come little angel, let your light shine
let my world be brightened so I can call it mine
I may not know the steps one through eight
but I promise to practice and force the hands of fate
I'll make this partnership happen for failure is not assured
so success is the only option at studio number four
teach me and I'll learn you, despise me and I'll endure
fighting for what I want is natural, falling twice yet rising once more
so come my little ballerina do you little dance
make the stage your home, give my heart a chance

Let me circumnavigate your lips with a sailing kiss. This romance of sinking ships caused by siren songs must end. Swirling compasses point to mated souls, first or last doesn't matter. I'll soar these shores, living wave to wave, till I see you in my horizon.

I'm putting you on blast, this last act won't go by in a flash,
these words will burn long til your reputation is ash.
So let me explain in simple yet elegant vain phrases
you're an enigma of emotions an endless labyrinth of mazes.
That was no compliment just an observation
Good thing I noticed for it gave me my salvation.
This great escape from what you claim is reality
This misconstrued fantasy nearly killed me.
Can't you see that what you want to be isn't there
Life unfair, but that doesn't make you anymore rare.
You called me clingy, yet you clung to missing and loving someone you barely knew
Truth is that you're as stable as string in a breeze, losing your form when the wind blew.
Now before you retort with "you know who you are" I know who I am
Do you know your reflection? the changing faces when your hope gets slammed.
These aren't the actions of a desperate man, for I'm calm and chilled
I'm merely warning the masses that you're around, an empty shell that can't be filled.
So a word to the wise, keep you eyes open and heads high
Be quick and be sly, the limits the sky, but the ground will be home if you tizzle with shy.

Your beauty is like poison, yet I indulge with each dose I take.
This vision of a flawless reflection makes perfection feel fake.
Your beauty is breathtaking, yet I breathe deeply every chance I get.
This painful endeavor of improbable variables, make this risk a sure bet.
Your beauty is fearsome, yet I calmly reach my hand towards its fang.
This dangerous game for neither riches nor fame leave me in search for my own big bang.
Your beauty is like a dying star, so bright and so far, an exploding passion that'll leave my heart scarred.
This endless journey, fraught with desperate despair makes my will dare to leave this world marred.
Your beauty is like poison, yet I choose not to look away.
Until this looking receives your longing, I cannot depart from this fray.

"I am not your knight in shining armor coming to save you. I am the black fire breathing dragon surrounding your tower. In the shadow of my large wings you're safer than anyplace else. Despise me all you want, but until I'm slain I will alway be there." -RdotInc.-
"She's painstakingly beautiful and heart breakingly sweet. An angel without wings and sin you fear to meet. Her glance can still your heart and smile make you cold. Her kiss can pierce your pride and puncture your soul. She is painstakingly beautiful, damn my eyes, their wondering will lead to useless wondering. sigh."
"Even if you break the mirror, your reflection still remains." -RdotInc.-
"If I died today, what would they say about me tomorrow? As if words matter when you're dead." -RdotInc.-
Pride is a great and terrible thing. It will be what keeps you going even if it's the same thing weighing you down.
I am merely one crow with no murder to fly, in love with a dove and
willing to die.
busted lips and busted knuckles, torn muscles and teary eyes, cracked ribs and a broken back, shattered legs and battered knees, weary feet and a faded breath, You make me laugh, thats not enough to stop me... ever. NOW LET'S SEE YOU GRIT THOSE TEETH!!
I don't quit, and I've forgotten the meaning of giving up. I don't associate myself with quitters or those who remember how to give in. When you roll with me go hard or don't come back. I live a truth harsher than life, while you live a lie easier than death.
Even when oceans away I can still feel your heartbeat.
if i could i would, and since i can i will, impossible beware, for i am hungry to prove you wrong.
Go hard or go home, fail to prepare and prepare to fail, stand up for yourself or you'll fall for anything, lead, follow, or get out of the way.... these are only words, your actions make them matter.

This is my Epic word play, like crippling cliches, putting Shakespeare on a delay, my sentences run a relay.
I speak so quickly you need a replay, but it's still too slick, thats what she say.
I bring dismay like a dark cloud on a clear day, roar so loud I make the lightning pray.
Under my storm the whole world becomes my prey.

Scattered and running, screaming and shouting. Fighting and scratching, clawing and doubting.
This pouting crowd is weak not meek. They sneak peeks at secrets they can't keep.
Living in dreams when they don't sleep. This cheap world carries no beat. Throws fire with no heat.
Full of tricks and no treat. It's a bumpy ride with no seat.
Hope to God you soon meet, cause the Devil's no cheat.

I hear them cry, sigh, whisper, and wan. I walk this wire like a liar,
the path of the insane, but I can't complain.
For it all leads to my reign. These wimpy whimpering children fear their fate.
With no appetite to sate, locked in a fence with no gate.
I can dangle hooks with no bait. And still they snap and still they bite.

It's alright, it's still their right to lose sight of the site.
It's not a lack of sense, but too much ignorance and impudence.
I grant you my two cents. A text to get vexed and hexed. My free verse is like sex.
An orgasmic hat trick, built brick by brick. No one's immune but no one gets sick.

I'm tired, I quit, hit me back with a single bullet, no clip.
Don't miss and don't slip, or else I'll dip, strike back, your throat I'll split.
Swallow your soul and spit out the pit. It's critical you stand and don't sit.
You'll need to run, the sun is burning out, it's no fun shooting blanks for a toy gun.
Crooked angles over the horizon shows that we're done.

This has been my Epic word play, a day of artistic dismay on display.
The he said she said scene like a play, causes stress make my hair grey.
But I promise you this I.O.U. is A.O.K.
I never right a check that my ass can't pay.
You may be the light but I am the way.

Wait for it wait for it wait for the noise, let it build up build up from the ground up, can't shut it up, you not loud enough, tough enough,
you can't fight it, bite it, no slight of hand to deny it, defy it.
Don't shy away, stand and stay, don't fear the fray, there's still time to pray that you won't become the prey.
There's no running for a runner, no gunning for a gunner, no stunning for a stunner.
Ride hard or ride high, die hard or just die. I lie but I'm no liar, kill but not a killer, steal but not a stealer.
I beguile for the thrill, kill with skill, and steal with ease. Life's no joke but death is a breeze,
live sleazy and get sleazed, die grimy get clean. This is no scan no scheme, up my sleeves nothing is seen.
No tricks for sick kicks, relax. stress is taxing take a deep breath and step back. Okay I've lost track.
Of the bars and the cars, the stars, and Mars. My thoughts are now in a different language, ego speaking spanish, Jorge can it.
Damn it now its in Italian , I may be a horse but I'm no stallion. Shake my head, I'm going to bed,
let these words die, bury them dead, but make it shallow, just in case my thoughts aren't fed.

Daydreams of you haunt me at night, the frightening sight of me holding you tight.
Breathing heavy, sweating, looking for a lip to bite.
It might be nightmarish to stare into your cold eyes, but cold stares don't lie,
they might kill and I might die, but for sure I won't cry.
These daydreams scream obscene obscenities torturing my memories,
sending me to limbos with no souls, and no way out.
I shout into silence and silence then pouts. I fear this dreaded destination,
this nation of introspective meditation. Just face it, there's no face to save it,
no place for shelter, this helterskelter is inescapable. Incapable but breakable,
for sake's sake the will is shakable. These daydreams I swear, scare themselves,
like label less books upon empty shelves. Let the faded pages delve deep into the depth of my id and ego,
let us see how far the rabbit hole goes, maybe to wonder the underland who truly knows?
Daydreams of you haunt me at night, untucked and cold I sleep in fright.
Maybe this notion of holding you tight, will send into motion
heavy breathing, sweating, and a lip to bite.
Now hurry off to bed, for this lullaby is dead, goodnight to thoughts and the whispers in your head.

They said I couldn’t do it, they said I stood no chance.They said I was a fool, a jig without a dance.They said I’d be a failure, they said I’d be a joke.They said I couldn’t make it, a man about to choke.They said I couldn’t win it, they said I couldn’t fight.They said my days were over, as if they’re always right.They said I’d lose it all, they said I’d die in vain.They said I’d be forgiven, if only I’d admit the pain.Like I care what they say.

It’s a torturous thing you have done to me, to take away your kiss.You have banished me for the beautiful kingdom the is your lips.I cannot dream, but live in a nightmare, the vacant taste on my pallet.The empty expression in the mirror. You have sent me to hell.Forever devastated by my pain and sorrow.It is a torturous thing you have done to me, to take away your kiss.To leave me to my own devices, never knowing how much you’re missed.