I might get a little lazy
even if its kicked a little crooked
I wont let it stop my flow
I'll still keep the ball rolling

I might come across some obstetricals
things might get a little puzzling
I might even confuse myself but
I'll put the pieces back together

there might be a few rocks on the path
I might crack the boulders or rip the seems
but each shattered pebble I'll toss aside
stitching everything right back in place

my inspirations are fragile
they do vanish quickly!
from my head onto the paper
when my thoughts begin flowing
I do not think about grammar first
if I were to check my grammar before
I've finished my thought all would be lost
it wouldn't be wroth the write
if the imagery was not there...
I feel I lose the "poem" if I stop in mid thought
but when it's all done I do try to go back to edit...
I believe if I cant find the poet
I have to become the poem
me as a write it becomes my duty

her nose had an itch
so she started to scratch it
it began to bleed

a cry for help and solitude
trapped isolated loneliness
tares in the depths of pain

crying for the past and new
deception despair and hatred
echos in the heart with fear

crying for the lies amd truth
spreading and sparkling light
never letting revenge take over

his figure standing in the bed room doorway
in such excitement clutching the covers
passing the moonlit window of silver light
that picked up every detail of his bare skin
putting his finger to your lips
whispering "Shhh don't say a word"
climbing in bed pressing his body against yours
sending shivers down your spine
then you woke with a huge smile
his  text then came through....
""I'm always thinking about you""
K--I--S--S--E--S

Has something like this ever happen to you ?

woke up in the sand
the music stopped playing
the fun was gone
the party was over
grasping the sand
looking into to the ocean
shadows mocking the embarrassment
was too drunk to even notice
being left there all alone
so called friends didn't care to wake you
looking into the sunrise weeping
searching for a pay phone in close reach
realizing someone stole your wallet
walking off the beach with no ride home

strands of gray in my hair
always a smile on my face
with such a heart of gold
stress it is everywhere
yet I still feel old
I'll say this to us all
age is just a number
a ticket of life to hold

sometimes things feel unfinished
it's just not over yet
Its something not to remember
yet it still wants to be known
revealing itself in the present
causing confusion and trouble
somehow it found an empty
space in the present time
reflecting itself from the
mirror of the past time
looking for true closure
happening all over again
It's  ..... Déjà vu .....

wishing upon the moon
hiding in the shadows
darkness silently moves
across the nightly sky
the pale moon undressed
right before my eyes
so much beauty in bold
the truth shall now rise
I call on dawn's true gold
with a single wish of desire

a powerful
radiant soul
a promising positive
treasured heartbeat
a thrilling pleasure
indulging in beauty
you are…Be(you)tiful

the music of night and day
here, there, everywhere
lightness and darkness
within time's yearly tune
a slow yet beautiful sway
the sun verses the moon
around the Earth they run
not a race yet in rotation
one fading behind the other
as the ticking hours toc away
around the calender's notation
of yesterday, today and tomorrow
molded together by mother nature

non stop thinking
thoughts to decode
answers deep inside
and memories untold
endless mind wondering
existence

Friends were what we use to be
I was there for you as you were for me
we shared and passed secrets;
saw almost everything eye to eye
buddies we were you and I;
as a cobweb to a blinded fly
so complete, round as a circle, all in one loop
now two lonely lost feathers just blowing on by
do we even know what broke our friendship hoop
I received a letter one day with no real reason why
and all I found inside was the sad words "Good-bye"

What Am I?

Drips of joy and some of pain
peel me and find yet more restrain
but if you expect something deeper
water won’t cover up my given name
you will shed many drops from your eyes
so don't take these words by surprise

I know I may be a nuisance
within the growing fields
many may have complained
of my aroma and sight
I can't help how I was named
by God's given Light

who I am is just who I am
liked or disliked I am all the same
and I go by no other name

the brightest of nights
are lost in the shadows
cloud’s are sighing arched
over the unknown land
waving knowing that star
will fade and the sun will set
the eyes are remembering
the act of its beauty; yet the
heart will never forget

holding on to the sky;
staring a little longer
just can’t help but drown
in the hues of silence
nothing describes it better
than the unreality of the moon
holding the world together

a safety pin held her heart in place
no longer was it picture perfect
it has been split down the middle
in between somewhere somehow torn
the lingering pain and hurt is there
pulling and tugging at the pieces
shattered not stitched nor tailored
yet a safety pin small and worn out
soon to lose the grasp of its strength
with every breath it might come apart
an yet continuing to beat is her heart

eyes so scared
they weep the
tears that run
falling so hard
cutting so deep
drowning within
every drop of this
a see of tears
sorrow's empty
hole full of tears
  leaking the pain
sadness swallows
the heart with the
constant crying that
causes inflicted scars
decorating a reddish face
with melancholy eyes
it is impossible to hide
the portrayal of fragile
hopes and stained dreams
like the rain tears fall
and they just wont stop
every moment is dimmed
with pain clawing the depths
of a heart struggling to keep
the pieces from breaking
the head hangs so low as
despair and hatred fills the
pit of the shattered soul
a cry for help is a cry for solitude

time is a funny thing yet even
the Earth doesn't like it sometimes
when the blue sky has lost hope
rain drops tears that fall from
gray clouds that hover and mope
the wind blows a misty whimper
a gusty and a breezy attitude
thunder then throws a temper
crashing with a loud tantrum
lightning strikes random rods
packed and full of emotions
and all together nature's tune
storms Earth up a bad mood
yet it amazes me how Earth
spins and hits nothing

slowly cracking not
yet lost its control
the heat it keeps rising
with no hesitance of just
warming yet its flames
of distrust craves the burn
of the wild fire’s temper

personality can be a life taker
full of weight; a heart stalker
a manipulator; a mirror breaker
hold on to the pieces
smooth and sharp
love from others around you
can glue the shards back
yet cracks my still show
no one is perfect for the
light of life still will glow
stay positive; have faith
don’t let go...

he kissed her yet still
felt the pain of acrimony
when saying his goodbye
he just can’t let go
however he wondered
was it possible to avoid
the shattering pieces of
the effervescent confusion
filling the walls of his heart

lingering in the dry air
that passes each branch
it stands within loneliness
yet staying strong and bare
it still shows its beauty

snap snap snapping away
three birds upon the wire
in my backyard the other day
so high up in the sky on
the tall electrical tower
tried to capture just what I see
camera pointed up with no flash
in the grass on my blanket was me
each flap after flap they all flew
hoping each bird did not clash
three directions to fly they knew

paddling madly
like a lost sailor
dark thoughts rises
hovering my mind
yet I fill blank pages
pondering so drenched
foggy words they crash
waves of true emotions
in my determined mind
yet across this journey
miles away exploring the
gloomy woods in my brain
the white paper it shines
forming inspiring shadows
a written desired path with
a destination thats unknown
through winding roads entwined
confusion of purpose and reason
I keep traveling the mapped blue
lines leading the writer inside me
the words I write takes the wheel
durning my written therapy session

everything seem in the distance
but with a closer look within
the deep shadowed darkness
coated with fear flowing and
penetrating in ash and smoke
with the choking pressure
trapping souls in chains
of barbwire with no chance
of escaping the crumbling walls
of sorrow that hovers in the fog
reflecting on yesterdays’ rain
forming behind the red flames
are blazing rays of panic fading
every where the hopes of surviving
yet the confused minds attempt to
conquer the emptiness left behind
in ashy shadows covered in silent
screams and invisible tears deep
down inside the empty space
of the reflected silence that remain
mirroring the unsolved yet darkened
dreams the hearts crying every beat

slick and cold hearted
making tears fall like
hail in an ice storm
stealing sweetness from sugar
without touching a grain
a diamond once a beautiful soul
broken shadowed in false hopes
a hologram in a world of doubt
a heart without any answers
depraved forever

shadows riddled with creepiness
the eerie flapping of bat wings
not one single star that glow above
nights skies of hovering darkness
in whistling wind brittle trees crackle
nothing but puffs of stale air sings
eyes guarded seeing supersizing fright
in every corner are passing silhouettes
across faces painted mask hang to scare
howling, moans and screams running feet
fooling pranks and gags galore of fun
smiles and laughter from trick or treat
children hunting candy in the night

stripped love
rinsed in pain

a silenced heart

absorbing hurt
just falling apart

still breathing with
agony poring rain

every beat un-zips

feelings deep inside

yet in the chest
is where they hide

stimulating melting colors of the soul
drowning in beautiful insatiable drops of
the emotions awaking the many powerful
senses of lust, ecstasy, passion and
the desire for true love

EMPTY...
yet there to unleash our unspoken thoughts
catching them before they vanish and disappear
yet will always listen absorbing words from our soul
that may want to escape our frightened, shy or silenced lips
yet unclogs and un-twist confusion from our mind
with help from the "Ink Pen" one of its many handy side-kicks
yet has the power to preserve almost forgotten memories,
stories from our past and knowledge we pass down through the ink
yet waiting for our writing hand to choose a weapon of choice
the ink wants its turn to touch the white paper; our battle field is ready !
blank wide range of free space; the pen taps breaking silence
there isn't much we can do now but pour our words into the pages...

....Empty Pages No More ....

a gust of beauty passes
over each swaying branch
of its strong rooted trunk
listening as the whistling
wind caresses the many years
of their true friendship together

his pen takes the wild side
giving me the butterflies
seducing me with every word
I smile feeling so complete
when my heart skips a beat
we’re making love on paper
each and every time we write
spilling our ink like passion
across the hot moisten sheets
thoughts seeping through the
secret places of my body from
the invisible ink of his tongue
strolling caressing up and down
exploring lines between my thighs
strong and powerful yet gentle words
lancing pages galloping ******* peak
spacing legs wide for his touch to seek
every word sailing veins feeding my mind
guiding my senses with such a soft touch
his lance pen of ink slides coursing my body
excelling deep down my chambers of pleasure
fueling an ending stream of our burning desires
savoring the unbridled passion melting us as one

a sense heavy wind
blowing the memories
with poisonous spirits
wandering aimlessly
altering foggy trust
visions of a shattered
mirror with broken pieces
to remember or forget

dreams of the future and the past
all shines under the sky of the mind
a touch of transparent curiosity
lingers a glimpse of light and with
every step imagination hovers right behind
intertwining the prisms of hopes and dreams
shining rain-bowed paths though skies of infinity

if one were but mind alone, a spirit of thought
then would things imagined be real?
can the mind stand upon a rainbow bridge
and cross over to lands beyond? or should
one fall back to the gravitation of reality?
all depending on weather an open mind can or is willing
to weigh the gravity of a rainbow full of light and color
or the *** of gold underneath; the scale between the two
"Reality" and "imaginative"

can one man alone move a mountain?
he can sit and dream of a world without one
or rise, and make his dream a reality
if he's foolish he could take up a shovel
and continue dreaming; if he's wise, he could
rally an army and conquer the mountain
if he's powerful, with a click of his fingers;
"****" the mountain is gone;
but it all was first a dream
a "*** of gold at the end of a rainbow"

there is a piece of rainbow
for everyone upon a magic cloud
a dream world elusive as a butterfly
a place where only they know
a world only their minds can go
an open mind dreaming the dream
reaching for the stars making it happen
following, believing in the beauty of the

flowing with sweet whispered melodies in my ears were his words
holding me tight as if I was in his arms listening to his heartbeat
touching me with such passion as if he was using his hands
searching for just the right place to control; arousing my valley’s bloom; burning with his desire arching my spine feeling his passionate fire; caressing me as I feel his galloping warmth across my skin; longing for his trotting steed riding and charging his oh-mighty lance; combined with lust building up that tumultuous special moment; pleasing me as I return to him the pleasure moaning his knightly name; only his written words can whisper so sweetly to his devoted maiden

crumpled paper
shoved in the corner
of the desk drawer
holding in thoughts
not meant to be seen
fingers unfold and unravel
the darkness of hidden wonder
while scanning eyes slowly
read between the lines its
true meaning was discovered,
understood and delivered
yet this paper tossed a side
still its words will remain the same

....C R U M P L E D....

waiting along the bridge
listening to the whispers
and illusions of the heart
beyond waves of promises
walked with high hopes
unfulfilled yet never kept

Do You See What I See?

hidden within the shadows camouflaged
behind lines of jungle vines slithering
slowly and silently waiting trying not to be
seen with eyes piercing determination
a black serpent ready to pounce on its prey