I wish for you to find someone, one to erase me from your heart while planting a garden over your wounds and be the house for your heart thoughout the storms.

Forgive me.

Thank you.

Adieu.

I merely wish
A sight
A sound
Beauty of nature

I guess even angels,
Have burdens to bear
Beneath all the laughter,
And  smiles that they wear

For these bonded ties,
our lifelines of love.
Keeping us 'float
'bove the troubled waters.
Our bridge we crossed
together for each other.
In separating truly
the oceans are skies.
No long am I floating among the stars
but falling and drowning in this sloshing heir.
It seems my kingdom come
has fallen in the future.
A future different
than we live now

My course once steady
as I tagged along with you
now goes with the flow
unknown to me.
The pattern of these stars
foreign to me.
My eyes deceived,
blinded to sea.
Sealed my fate to be,

Unable to follow
where you may go.
Lest you deny me so.
No waves to tell me
where
your waters flow.
This stagnant water
reeking of the innocent blood.
Never leaving.
The wind beneath my bloodied sail, has left me 'neath it's silent veil.
No longer does it sing your lullaby to me. All that's left is the ghostly lull.
A bye.

To kiss the hearts of strangers truly,

Without being so rude, unruly,

Wishing stars so brightly shining,
Lead us to our silver linings,

Dreams lining our hearts with clouds on which our dreary eyes do rest,
With sore behinds and tired minds, we know we've tried our best, so rest upon the nest of dreams that free us from this test of time.

Time, a penny for your thoughts, for your dreams I'll pay a dime, with you it feels sublime to sweeten moment with your memory, think not about what used to be, but back upon our history.

His-story, a story told across the seas inside our dream, our conflict ceased, we are one team.

Strangers, friends. To this there is no end to the joy we share within one spoken letter, between the you and me, each one no better

Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer

Taking your words to heart?
Truly
Though, understanding them?

I believe i have a skewed view of the true layers hidden beneath the rows upon rows of your starlight garden.
I am but a bird above your garden, admiring the upper beauty shone brightly  in the starlight.
I have but the faintest clue about the memories and experiences that root so deeply into your poems,
Nor the meanings behind the words that hold the earth so tenderly.
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer
But as the greatest trees stand tall in their royal crowning,  their historic roots support them whole heartedly, with their focus all upon the lifting of the grand finale.
Deeply do your roots reach down into thine heart. And deeply so.
For how can one reach the stars without a strong story below?
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer.

I cannot be so bold as to claim to know what each poem means, for that would be to have lived in your story with each passing breath.
Nay, i can only express the emotions that these words give me in relation to mine own,
curiousity, like flower garden, grown.
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer

If you're telling me that I'm just running away,
It's just all the more reason for me to go.

Talking to you gets my worries away
You make it
So easy (to put)
My head
On the hay

With cotton ball wishes
Our poems we play
Each other a birdsong
To dreamland, away!

(C)ause
(R)eality
(U)nderstands,
(S)tolen
(H)earts

(S)ometimes
(O)verdo
(D)evoted
(A)dorations

I dreamed of us again.
The table you set down, the candles you lit, that silly little frown, when you said not to spit.

I dreamed of us again.
The  music in the air, the scent of bulalo, how I played with your hair, "welcome home mahal ko."

I dreamed of us again.
The scent of you lingers,
Your skin soft and fair,
With a brush of my fingers,
I swear that you're there.

I dreamed of us again.
With your eyes shining bright,
As we look upon stars,
I remember our fights,
As love turned into wars.

Wish remain wishes.
stars are just the past.
Dreams are just for make believe.
Some good things never last

(F)rankly
(E)motional
(A)nd
(R)estless

To see angels crying and stressing over how low they are compared to the gods of perfections.

I curse their vile words, their cruel vanity.
Then to threaten suicide? (Not you, others)
How about us down buried in this **** hole down below.
Do we have no hope too?
**** That!
Just because we are beneath those blessed wings doesn't mean that we should totally give up if even the angels can't fly.
I have my own wings!
I will fly again!
I will never die like this!

How vicious a blow to receive from those with power.
Be humble but do not belittle the ones who look up towards your glory.
Give thanks for your blessings. Even in your shortcomings why must you curse those above you.
Look Below.
We live There.
We dream of living where you are right now.
Don't look back with regrets,
  we have been through worse.
Don't believe me? We have scars to prove it.

So Fly!
Be of your wings.
Be Free.

I fly with one wing.
And I am honoured to see the sky.

I am Wind

Meal is still lame like an injured camel. For lame are  the camels name Amel and Elma and Emal and Lema.
For all these are blind to their danger, their gamble
But truly I tell but one camel is lame
Now I beg ye fair maiden please tell me it's name?

Wait. What was I talking about? I hear such strange things. Such disturbing thoughts.

How relaxing.

Relaxing?
Ahh yes, i was relaxing in my lounge chair.

How Frustrating.
I Misplaced my ideas in the depth of my kind.

Kind?
Yes I do believe I am such a person to bestow kindness towards others.
Though I Haven't the clue the sorts of.

Wait. This wasn't what i was speaking of earlier.

Infuriated i should be had not my curiousity been aroused awoken.
My friend the call to attention has spoken.
Seek to find it's end by all ends you may enlighten.

Be Frightened?
Nay, Tis but a play for play is for the youth of all, be stick or stones or colored ball. At the ball awaits the guests. You guessed it. The Royal Tea of Royalty for Royal tea for three today. Some tea for three at play..
Though I haven't a clue the sorts of...

Hey.
Repeat again now.
Hey. . . Please stay.
Was this the topic?  Nay.
For Shame.
I speak of you my dame. 'Tis ye beckoned my name.
Come join my fun and game. Only yourself to blame.
No worries now. I'm tame.
From wind I am it's flame

(H)olding
(O)nto
(P)recious
(E)motions

Why? Simply that,
Somedays, It's just so
(F)un
(L)iving
(I)n
(R)omantic
(T)ragedy

Than being

(L)ost
(O)ver
(V)ulnerable
(E)motions

I Romanticize
And visualize
The Real eyes  
Full of Despise
So Dramatized yet
Can't Realize the  
Real Lies so quick
Disguised by
Their Improvised
Alibis that will arise
When ice flame dies
baptized by
Unholy flies now
Desensitized by  
So blessed by those
Bedeviled Snake eyes
That traumatize,  
Yet tantalize my soul
And likewise,
These ****** skies
Sorrowed demise,
Was brought upon by  
White lies.
Now tainting lives,  
Once colorized,
so grey.
Your eyes.

Beloved Reprise

Paralysis
Always
Invites
Necrosis

In
Solitude

Needy
Emotions
Venture
Endlessly
Regretting

Going
Over
Numerous
Encumbrances

And
Wishing
Again for
Yesterday

(L)ong (A)fter ,

                     (T)he (E)nd

For phone foes of pho are the best. Their blood is the drink of the birds in the nest.
The blood hungry villains dig deep in the ground
Digging much faster than any ole hound
These birds on the wing are quite strong so it seems
Their thirst for the living is shown in their gleam
The dead are forgotten
Dirt covers their bed
Their bodies are rotten
So why are they REaD.

Look into a Thinker's mind,
So logical but cold
Now look into a lovers heart,
So foolish yet so bold.

Look into this broken heart,
And tell of what you see,
Do you see a shattered world,
Or do you just see me?

Look into this spirit's ghost,
Now tell me what you feel?
Do you feel these angel wings,
Or just the Devil's deal?

Look into the quiet soul,
And tell of what you find,
May you see my precious Heart,
But do not seek my Mind...

Why make wishes to the stars at night?
Your wish shall take forever love.
Send your dreams to the sun above,
  that bathes warmth strong and bright.
That sooner you may pleasures take.
From desires in you, make.

Good Morning, My Sweetheart,
Good Morning, to Thee,
Oh yes, Quite a,
Beautiful Morning, it be.
This Morning,
Your Love Letter,
Came unto Me.

My heart set ablaze,
Not with passionate fire.
But filled with the light,
Of hope and desire.

With your distant light,
4 years shone down to me.
Without hope, chance, (or) encouragement,
You still believed in me.

I gave you not a word,
No glimmer, no spark.
No hope (that) I'd return (to you),
With love in my heart.

You look at me now,
A gentle heart broken.
But you stay me gently,
Your true heart has spoken.

A powerful love,
Without lusting desires.
A sweet lullaby,
Without passion filled fires.

For lust and for passion,
These things have their place.
Not here and not now,
Not this sacred place.
I dare not destroy but,
This gift of God's grace.
Lest my actions, destroy,
The glow of thy face.

To send me a love,
Who Loved (me) from afar.
Your heavenly light,
Shining down, like a star.

So distant you were,
I felt your warmth not.
(But) you guided my way,
Gave me refuge, (that) I sought.

My heart is still shattered,
From memories before.
Just wait for my love,
Just a little bit more.

I know, that my heart,
yearns to love, and to care,
For someone so special,
Tender, Loving, There.

To love you, sweet
Each morning, greet
Me
With your tender words without social sugaries
Sweetly
As if love laid bare for me to see
You
Who without mere flirt
Only through passion had captured my heart like a lover
Yet without the romance
Or the lovers dance

Even then so close to me you are
To hold my hand and heart as a lover would and to have our hearts entwined so intimately
Raw
The fair skin of this maidens emotions freed to the touch of my heart

And even without the love between a man and woman we have still been so intimate
Naked
Beyond the mortal bounds of flesh
Our love now beyond man and woman
But
Between two Souls
My lover, My friend

Blithering blather of bothering biting bothers that botherly blather their blantant blatherings of bumbling bemusings brought by bringing blue berries back by blue babaoons bumping beehives behind bubba bears big buggy before biggoted bums braving boorish battles

Oh sleep. Say not a peep.
I cannot hope my words will seep to my dear friend
If sleeping you make her by the end

And as I watched the
April snow, a Phantom wind
You letting me go

If I am the water,
and you are the land,
then we, sweetly,
shall meet upon sand.
Where water seeps into the land
and where land embraces the water. Each within there freedoms
to come and go.  


05-26-2015

Why burn bridges
When you can destroy worlds?
A beautiful destruction,
Skin against skin,
Lips crushed together,
Hands in each other's hair,
Screaming, crying,
Love and hate flying,
Emotions slamming together,
Falling apart,
Till the very end.
This love was always my hurricane,
But in the eye of the storm,
I remember,
Us

You write another poem,
You sing another song,
You found another lover,
The feelings were so strong

It's harmony! It's melody! (No!)
I feel it isn't long
Before the strike of midnight fright
The lyrics were all wrong

New .year same .me,
Though I'm .changing gradua.lly,
Tryna .reachhh
epito.me, of the .man I'm s'posed to .be,
Be the .best, better .than rest,
.better-than-the-.test-of-time,
.get this off my .chest
Be the .dime not the .penny cuz I ain't. get any where.
cause you're there. and I'm here.
and it's mak.ing me fear I'm crying tears drinking cheers.~ them up but not me. I be me, that's it quite honestly.

Stay down soldier.
Don't wake up again
Stay here inside your mind again.
Your heart's under attack again.

Sleep.
It's safer in your dreams my friend
Don't dream of you and her my friend
Don't dream about the bitter end
Just dream of something else right now and lend.

Your thoughts
To work that you've still to do
To family, friends, your puppy too
Don't think about your love true
The color of your hearts not blue

It's RED.
This Love's not dead
She's in your head
Just lead
There by by yourself instead
Leaving you with the chilling dread

Be Strong.
In this you can't be wrong
To sing the song
Of love gone wrong
Of love that lasted 4 years long
You lost the place that you belong

Move on
Go forth and don't look back
Accept the past and let it last
But stay on this old track
Don't let the demons stack
The odds against your soul under attack
They seize your soul, a snack

Rest.
This is a simple test
No answer is the best
Inside this meaningless quest
Beat upon you breast
In vain your heart distressed
It's pieces a mess
Unless
You dress
Your heart upon it's nest
Without it's buggered pest

Pestering perishing
That's the thing
That horrid ring
Preventing you
Who claims to sing
The song itself is glorying
The brutal heart's devouring
By devils with their pointed sting

By day you rule with smiles so bright
By night night you cry till mornings light
And yet your heart and mind still fight
Believing that their path is right

Right.
Who writes your story
By what right

This maddening confusion now tearing apart your rhythm with out care for all the efforts you have given to keep within the lines tearing out all of the logic all the structure all the spines and yet within the chaos you betray us to the dark. I am you and I am me.

Now let's keep this between us three. The trinity completes the form that makes us whole even with the hole between. Our shiny chrome battered as we encircle the hole. Where once our love once used to be.

Where was I again? I've lost my track.

These words will lead themselves again
With disregard for foe or friend
Even with knees at prayers bend
Begging for mercy
Heaven send


This poem will end just like many stories

It ends incomplete
Missing something
No glory

Oh cruelest teacher
My starlight maiden
My mortal heart trembles in your presences and longs for you with omniscient prose
Be it passion or lust my desires lay here. Love?
Aye, love it be.
For how now my muse sits by my side. Songs of glory and rain. Her melody cools down my heart,
through harmony, my pain

Stay me awhile more
Stay me here I pray
That you may ease  
disturb-ed heart
my whispered requiem

On Thanksgiving Day
We Celebrate With Turkey
How Come No Chicken?

And on the headstone where I watched out love die:

(T)hat
(H)aunting
(E)pitaph

(E)motions
(N)ever
(D)ie

And beneath all the lies, is where I lie for laying down my truths beneath the gold of lies like a swarm of flies covering the bodies of the truth. Turning away all who would reach the glorious truth of me. Lies that grow to hide from what you see is a better side to me, the best that I can be, I have not two sides but three. One part shared 'tween you and me. This I tell you honestly.

And yet to be free like a diamond from the dirt wiped cleaned of all my hurts around my heart. My heart may be stone but I tell you I'm a beauty. Don't throw me away, polish me, and then you'll see. The crude form before you it craves to be seen. Unruly, barbaric, yet hidden, my gleam. Take me now gently, wash me down by the the stream,
Cut down the grime and look to my dream,
Cut through to my heart, all is not what it's seems.
A diamond I am yet I yearn to be fire, emblazoned by your light, you gave me my desire

Spin with me. In circles
and spiral. Take this raw
emotion and spin them
through your spindle of
stories. Each string thing
lingering upon your fingers
like a spiders silk.
Emotions raw
Now singled out and wound together. Each emotion trailing into a single thread.

By you gentle hand you tie
my heart through the
needles eye.

Your Eye for me expertly
manipulating me to see the dreamscapes of my heart
So that I may see my
beauty reflected in your
refine(ed) spool.
Unwinding my twisted
cords. Singing to my like a
snake charmer.

Under your feathered
touch and soothing
serenade
I cannot resist you
Without hitch
With every stitch
There's not
One knot
Not a knot
For naught of simple
adoration for you

Tonight the snow falls again like the cold within my heart
All hopes of spring gently washed away under Winter's Fall
The cold, soothing, seething
The Healing reigns of spring, now stains my heart,
My tears river, in time reborn.
This whirling landscape screaming out my broken serenade to the ghost that I once knew,
Before me, Before you . . .
My heart within winter's clutches even as my hand grasps towards it's rebirth into spring,
The searing winds and the numbing cold,
Pain and comfort both.

Retar Puso "white" plus "heart"
Aeoprrstu - alphabetical order
Par es tu or - "pairs to err?"
Pears Tour - "pairs to err"

Hmm .....
White Heart Pears Tour?
WHPT?

Wild Heart Plus Two
Wild Hearts Pair Together
Windows Hold Painful Tremors
Wandering Hearts Pave Trails
Wherever Heart Pains Travel
Whoever Hurts, Push Through
Whirling Havoc, Peaceful Tornado
Whispering Havoc, Peaceful Times
With Her Pieces Together
Watching Human Populations Thriving
With Hunger People Thirst
With Hope People Try
Withdraw Here, Petty Thieves
Wonderful Horses, Ponies Too
Wishes Have Ponderous Thoughts,
Words Hold Power There
Words Hold Precious Things
With Hate People "Thu-ffer"

Haha okay so I'm messing around but this is so much fun!

Wondering How People Think
With Hubris Princes Topple
With Haste Poor Tidings
Work Hard, Plentiful Tidings
Wanted, Humble Proper Teachings
Warped Hatred Produces Terror
Working Hands Produce Treasures
Worried hesitations produce Trepidations?
Wave Hello Pretty Thing
Where's Harry Potters Trunk