******* softly
Slip past quivering
Lips.
Teeth pull on tongue
In concentrated bliss.
And golden honey,
Scent laden narcosis,
Drips onto saturated
Skin.

You wait for the silence.
Communication lost in
Translations unheeded.
Your tear saturated words
left to hang in the air
To be air dried and bleached
In the sunlight.
Look into their eyes and recognize
That iron wall of wilful ignorance.
You wait in the quiet moment
For some semblance of finality
Knowing that without your initiation
The end will never exist.

Look at the mirror and
Acknowledge and reflect
that you're
a work of art
Worthy of creation.
But don't stare too long,
And confuse self love
With ideology narcissistic.

I've performed my duty as a poet
And placed you among the stars

I write my poems
In the latest of nights
And earliest of mornings,
When I'm alone with the
Lightning storm brimming
That is my thoughts running
rampant through my mind

Welcome to my airspace.
How do you like the way my lightning
Strikes your weathervane?
The way my thoughts rain down
On your rocket ship?
The way the moonlight hits your skin
When the clouds clear
And you've landed on my mindscape.
Do you like the way my words gravitate
To you and wrap you in flames?

My heart become expendable,
Used up to and past the point of being dependable
I have no use except as a pin cushion for all your anger.
My expiration date has long passed overdue and
yet here I am, with my heart falling to pieces,
struggling to pick up the shambles,
my mind a lightning storm as I scramble
to make sense of this deep and eerie sadness.
What can I do to relieve myself of this anxiety
this pain this death,
there are no solutions left
only one question left to ponder.
When did I become your fool?

This dream this
Fantasy of mine
Remains unrealized.
Like the sun in a broken season.
I long for the summer heat
But the center of my world
Slips away as the cloud break
Thickens again and my sky is gray.
This dream becomes
Like rain in the desert
To this ever thirty man,
Before I can drink
Your waters slip through the sand
And I am left unquenched.
This dream, this fantasy unmatched,
Is forever out of my grasp

My dear friend,
You are a Queen
Don't ever forget that ****.
Chin up, eyes forward,
Head held high, confident.
These boys be stressin
Don't know what they lookin
For.
Don't let them ruin your starlight
Love, cause you deserve more.

You're a Queen
Full blown royal regality
That's the reality.
Your court's full of Jesters
Tryina take
While you wait
And search for your King.

You're a Queen;
Inside and out, you're beautiful,
Sweet, kind, strong, and gentle.
So you gotta beware these
Kids tryina **** up your mental.
They wear fools gold crowns
You're young so don't let
Them take you off your seat.
Save your tears for that one
Who'll know what it means
To respect, adore, and love you
In his full capicity cause he
Know's you deserve to know
You can trust him with your heart.
You're a Queen, love,
Don't let these jokers tear you apart.

I'm puttin in a request
for love without rest.
Gimme dat good ****
and I don want no mess.
I'm a ****** up individual
still dealing with the residual
affects
of living this life loveless.
Don't got no one to come
home to no to run
to no one
to hold this scarred heart,
to hold this bag of bones together
no one to blow my universe apart
and replace it with something new.
No I don't want no mess
when I'm the one that needs a new fix
I'm useless and I've yet to accept
myself for who I am.

I'm putting in a request
for you to bring some color to my life
I've been blanched for quite some time
need that passion that newness
to grow old with.
I need your timeless.
It's gonna take some time
for me to get strength
and confidence.
And I'm not long till the finish.
I know the idea of "us" can outlast
the length of time I need
and at the end of this race
I'm requesting your presence.
Can you wait for me?

My mind when I see you
In those pants and that shirt.
I want to taste every layer
Of whats hidden beneath
Those clothes that leave
My eyes with a yearn
To see more of what your body
Offers.
I want to see what you look like
Under my covers.
Want to hear the music you make when I discover
What it feels like
To be inside your wonders.

Sleep wrapped in my symphonies
And rest your head on my concerto.
Grace my sound with your fingertips
Caress the keys of my heart softly
Gently pull my strings, pianissimo,
As you discover my cadences.

Sleep wrapped in my bed sheets
And lay your head on my pillow.
Trace my soul with your fingertips
Caress my pigments, reach down deep,
Pull me in and warm me from the cold
As I delve into your ardent.

The highlights of my summers
Were the streetlights coming on
and having to come sit on
the porch or go inside while
my big brothers and sister got to run around.
getting in the big van and watching the trees, the farms,
the rivers, clouds, and the stars,
pass by as we traveled. Playing games and playing games
with my siblings till we got too tired to keep going.
Staring into the sun to see who'd blink first.
Falling asleep and waking up somewhere else.
sword fights with sticks, wrestling matches...
foot racing, bike racing, calling out eachtime
biplanes or blimps passed overhead in the blue skies.
Running in the warm rains of sudden showers,
watching lightning flicker overhead and counting the seconds
it took for the thunder to reach our ears to see just how far away the storm was.
Eating dinners that left me stuffed.
Feeding sugar to ants by pouring the disaccharide
on ant hills and watching the ants take each granule
back down into their homes.
Chasing down ladybugs and putting them on weeds
filled with aphids to watch the red beetles feed.
Capturing lightning bugs, jumping high to reach them
as before they could float out of reach.
Laying in bed in the middle of night to finish a book
so I could talk about it to my older brothers and pass it on to my younger brother.
Feeding the dogs and having to clean up after they'd made a mess.
Getting ****** at my "mean" older siblings.
Trying to talk to my crush, and showing off when
it came to playing sports.
My summer was playing football game after football game,
getting hit hard, and tackling as hard as my scrawny body could.
Sleeping on the top bunk because I loved the summer heat.
Eating popsicles  and Italian ice and sharing with the neighborhood kids cause we had more than enough.
Sneaking to the corner store to buy bubbaloos,
chips, pop, and honeybuns with saved up chump change.
Visiting cousins, and celebrating birthday after birthday.
Yea, those were the good days.
The worlds falling apart now right before our eyes
and I just remember those good golden times.
I haven't seen a monarch butterfly
in more than a few years and they used to come every summer
in the thousands.

In madness
He leapt into the molten stone
To feel once more the warmth that was her and with her left. he's alone
And prefers the silence that wraps
Him tightly as he stares into the
night sky ablaze with stars, like her
eyes were when they locked onto
His own, to the madness of life that
Reminds him of the madness of
The things they did together
Promising each other the mad
promise of “me and you forever.”
In madness he drank of tears from
Bottles of sorrow
And slept dreaming of the last
And never tomorrow.
With her there was a tomorrow
To look forwards to with the sun
Always at his side smiling wide
And lightening his day. His love
Knew no limit but that is past tense
And none could convince
Him that moving on was best.
So he lived on in madness.
Waiting for her return,
He pushed on in sadness

I'm melancholic...
And no, I don't want
To talk about it.
I'm not depressed,
Just on the borderline
Of dispirited and stressed.
But I'm not talking about it.
Not gonna talk about the
Why's and how's of my feelings
The emotions with which I'm dealing
The causes that've left me reeling
And despondent.
No, I don't want to speak on it.
So leave it be.
walk away from the topic
And let me be
Alone with the thoughts
I shouldn't think.
Leave me alone to my
Midnight dreary
Where I lay awake weary
And alone with my query's.
No I don't want to talk about it.
But the irony is that these words
Have already given away my feelings.

I thought of my heart as
made from the strongest steel
However some time ago
The reality of my state was revealed.
The glass casing of my heart
shattered, shredding through
my emotions with every shard
of the broken and fractured glass stained
the colors of hopes, fears, and pains.
And in this destruction here I lay.
And in this misery I pass my winter days.