When I am with you, lo que siento?
I feel like I can drive as fast as possible,
with no desire to drive slow

When I am with you, lo que siento?
I feel as if there is no place we cannot traverse,
baby, just tell me where we should go

When I am with you, lo que siento?
I feel like a young sapling thirsty to be nurtured.
You are my water, allowing me to grow

When I am with you, lo que siento?
I feel like a child waking up in the early winter hours,
thrilled to find a lovely landscape blanketed in snow

When you are with me, love,
como te sientes?

pen slipped
ink spilled

    dripping onto a blank canvas
begging to be filled

    cover her with with words and ideas
force yourself to stop, sit still

    let the creativity flow
absence from you, I feel ill.

     my muse please don’t go
without you, I have no skill.

I crave your attention,
feed me with your beautiful gaze.
sitting in a world of suspension
fighting to find my way out of the maze.

Just please answer this
How can i make you love me?
Because I currently am amiss
on why I am the one you cannot see.

I miss the lazy Sundays with you,
lounging around with out care.

our extremities intertwined
like grape vines ripe for harvest.

Drifting in and out of sleep
high off the scent of each other.

I miss the days you cared enough
to make time for our lazy Sundays.

[DK]

The ****** lays in her bed
of white
She falls to sleep to fly
with the kites

    Her arms caress the sky
    She got her wish she can fly

Then one day she
was greeted by Icarus
And his kiss was sweeter
than licorice

    He coerced her to soar even higher
    And she listened, he was no liar

The sun gazed as she    
changed her colors
No more white,
sorry mother

    She wraps herself up in blood red
    After she fell from the sky like lead

No more ******, no more
innocence
All to give herself to his
blissfulness

    The heavens know all things must end
    But this act she cannot mend

For she can never
take it back
Now she has fallen
with a smack

    [DK]

She was New York.
And you were LA.

         She was willing to drive
         across the whole country for you

But you wouldn’t do the same.
Now she is with Chicago.

         And you’re sitting
         stuck in LA.
    
[DK]

Lungs burning,
    cigarette ash falling,
    grey man-made flakes of snow.

They waltz through air
    as they plummet down
    to the black concrete.

I catch my breath, as  
    my heart slips on
    nicotine ice in my veins.

Nudged one step closer
    to the edge,
    but today I walk away.
        
    [DK]

I winced as the old fashioned
fell from the glass to my throat.

A river of drink carving its way though my
teeth, unfolding its sails on its boat.

The hatred of the taste overridden
by the aching need to cope.

The elixir produces a heat inside
creating a haze inside my mind.

I have slowly begun to crave this escape
waiting till I hold that precious potion in my grasp.

Please whiskey and rye bring me happiness,
for I cannot take much more sadness.

This drink brought me comfort I have only felt
within my mothers arms.

I grow and evolve in this bar, warm and humid
like the womb I had escaped oh so many years ago.

But as I evolve so does my dependence on this drink
crafted with care, poured so slow.

I watched in my drunken haze as my bartender becomes
my personal warden.

I am serving time within the walls of this bar.
A means for escape has evolved into imprisonment.

I would have never guessed that this drink
would take control of me.

[DK]

I take my seat among fellow kings sitting down into the damp dew
My thighs tingle as the droplets dance upon my skin
Gathering the strength of the water hoping to grow
Gravity draws my frown as I stare at my kin

Looking straight into their hearts, not tall enough for eyes
I long to catch their gaze as a bird longs for its own nest
Far off in the distant the crow perches watching, and cries
I look at it and curse thinking its a laugh, a jest

The sharp sting of rejection lasts two centuries
Why am I too low to sit at the level of Olympus
The need for acceptance grows within me, and festers
I stare off into the distance to ignore the looks so vicious.

Bitterness has set in like the first snow of winter
The coldness is as intense as the fire I lay in at night.
I have had enough and I weep as my body receives the last splinter
Surrender, I surrender this is it I am done with the fight.

She smelled of roses and rumors.
I found her in the grass among snakes.

Her soul was made of matches and,
she knows my love of playing with fire.

How can a woman of such passion
find solace in my worn down abode.

I have yet to find that answer,
hoping one day she will call my heart home.

[DK]