I am not one to gamble with fate.
Are you ?
Lucky in cards unlucky in love.
I am not one to sit and wait.
Waiting for lightening from above.
My master has done and
Written my tale.
It is for me to read tween the lines.
Hoewver........... 7 come 11.
here we go again
that's what they say
when they hear things
about me anyway
they are true of course
the stories, the mischief
the betrayal of the heart
you don't know me
and I don't know you
so why are we still here
saying things out of the blue
you don't like me
but you don't want to say
all of the things
that will cause me pain
you want to be the nice person
you race for people's love
but you're not really all you say you are
you really want to give me a shove
so here I am again
on the floor, crying
because words hurt
even if you are lying
or icy veins
can be a downfall all the same
or burning passion
can lead to similar dissatisfaction
As the storm clouds start to form
my blood simmers to lukewarm
all that I was fighting for
doesn't matter anymore
I must disown the love I sworn
for this dysfunctional repertoire
I am calmer
when I do not wear
on my wrist.
The seconds do not tick past my skin,
like they do when I wear a watch.
I have enough time to become the waves of the ocean;
rays of warm sun against backs sitting on hills with friends.
I have enough time to learn how to love people,
and love myself.
I am limiting myself. We are limiting each other.
We do not have time to sit around
and calm down
because we're always pushing ourselves to the next spot.
I love it when you walk barefooted
its not the fairness of your skin
or the scarlet of your nails
I touch the ground you grace
I feel the flames on my face
Sometimes I think you are the devil
and how easy you tempt me like sin
And if you are the devil
your words are ideal persuasion
your kiss is addictive as heroin
a snake slithering under my sheets
So let nothing extinguish this heat
for its the love I have for your feet
Kissing your eyes,
Sensing the tickling of your trembling lashes,
Between kisses and breathes
Utter word-wisps of
Right hand strokes thy chest,
sending heartbeats upon the palm to the
Forever keep part of my
Treasury memory chest,
All the while my left finger indexes
The curvature of the face
To be stored in the never forget always place.
My tongue restless to participate
Goes whatever it feels like.
My eyes, my eyes see only the
Totality of this moment.
When mastery of multi-tasking
Is the single best poem this man
Penned with his entirety.
Laguna Niguel, Ca.
God loves a hill and he made them round
God loves them auburn and he made them brown
he made them firm and he made them soft
and how they move as they walk only God so talks
(I stop what I'm doing and I pretend not to watch.)
I’m a cannonball that’s untethered loosed
I’m the deck on a ship
who doesn't love a good storm
they come as dappled light
upon my forest floor
filtering through the trees
and I’d swear in their presence
I become a cathedral
I can sense their divinity
they take my breath here's when:
when all the air is sucked out from the room
it's how puzzle pieces fit
and they know they just belong
it's about how nature loves a crooked line
who doesn't love a crooked song
it’s about take Botticelli when Venus
emerged from the sea a fully grown woman:
paint her some clothes on
and if I may Lord
if only to
this blessing from which sprang
the most beauteous bountiful
and bouncy of your creations
from out of your vastness
incomprehensible and magnificent
from the source of all song
have mercy on us Lord
who can resist fragility and blue steel
that mix of loose with tight
the stillness and the storm
the soft on the edge of firm
the contrast of a thousand turns
the dark weaves in da light
you killing me Lord
you killing me
in your magnificence.
Being in love is like having stomach flu.
You swallow again and again until your throat is wet,
Slick as a children’s slide,
And you swallow over and over to stop yourself
From throwing up over the person you love,
From causing them to be utterly disgusted with you,
Then the medicinal cart of self-medication, mutilation arrives,
That blooms in your head and causes nightmares
Because you’d rather die of this flu
Than have the one you love look at as you die;
Except instead of throwing up, it’s the words
That bubble up your throat, a chemical test tube,
From the core of the evil inside of you,
And you can’t do anything, because sooner or later,
You’re going to get so sick that you can’t keep anything down
And eventually they’ll get covered because they’re standing too close,
Trying to hold your hair, not expecting the slew of stupidity-
what’s going to come out eventually.
I often write about you
Creating an imaginary scene for us both
I know,call me sentimental
Or emotional,either really
But isn't this what they call dreaming?
Building clouds of invisible nines
Where you kiss me
And say "You know,I think I really like you."
Or the days we might grow old together
Sit by the porch
Listen to the music
You swore you would play for me
(I want to hold your hand)
I can already see
The letters you've written to me
Telling me of all the adventures
You want to go with me
Exploring every part of New York
Because that's the place we both love
And as I walked down the aisle
I know that every sadness I've ever felt about us
Would just drift off
As we say "I do."
Perhaps our first kiss
Would not be like the movies
We would be awkward
And laugh at ourselves
For thinking too much
Sometimes I would get paranoid
And try to keep you tighter by my side
But understand that
I only do that because I truly love you
The worst that could happen
In this dream
Is that we break up
And our hands touch for the last time
A goodbye peck on the cheek
"Stay friends okay?"
And we go in different directions
Becoming strangers again
Early rays of light
they shine down to the window
my love she's on my right
with my face laid to the pillow
I lie awake and wonder
where she is right now
is she on a ship thats sailing
somewhere high amongst the clouds
Or is she simply sleeping
to wake her would be wrong
and as i stir about she speaks
"i hope you were not waiting long"