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

"With an extra bit of “umph”
I'm not your average ordinary.
It may seem a lie but it's the truth
I'm out this world I'm otherworldly
Not to boast but when you step
Into my world it's rather unique
Something different bout the
Lifestyle like an extra heartbeat.
With a flare of flamboyant style
I'm quite the oddity.
Im rough with no fear of getting ***** with work and other things
That I've been created for.
And the mindset of disregard for
What average ppl think
Sets me apart for more
Than what the world believes
Should be me at the core.
I'm ever changing, ever growing,
I'm not one for bore.
Growing in my beliefs,
My person, my musicality.
And I'd rather share my
Eccentricness for others to see.
That truly, in all the world,
(Thank God) there's none like me. "

They are ours.

The still small, smiling, crying
laughing, angered, forever hungry
Except for when its time to eat
Children.

Your children from your hips
My children from my *****

The answered prayers.
That flit to and fro
Fast and slow.
The sleepless nights
And late mornings
And causes of worry
And constant delight

We made those.

Dearest I...
Lovely I....
Wonderous love, try
As I might I can't
Seem to last
When patience is
A part of the equation
And I want you with
No reserve of resistance.
To smell your scent
To drink in the sight,
To burn my fingertips
To taste your high,
Is to want you in every
Single possible manner
And never want to release.
This is why I never want
To ever let you leave.

How much do you love me?
And how about trust?
Can you see the future I see?
Can you get with the fact that I've done
and will do An-y-thing
to make you smile brighter than the sun.
To make you dream dreams of us
Like you're walking on stardust
Speaking of which
It's almost time to sleep
But I'd rather keep you awake with me
And ik that you're not in the mood for this.
After all, you are ******.
And I'm a little fool for this
But these words just kept pushing
And so I have to put them  into text
Despite the context.
I've had you on my mind all day.
Ever since I left the house.
I don't want sleep to take you away.
Don't want you in bed with a frown.
You don't want sweet words right now.
All I wanna do is spit words like a boss.
Ponder, and let my mind wander, asking
Cheeky questions and all.
I'm miles apart from you
but all I want is pillow talk

Losing myself to the music.
Plug it up to my soul and listen.
The drugs for my psyche.
Call it an addiction.

Melodies to soften the pain,
Bass to pump my blood,
Treble to tremble my brain,
Harmony to Iron the rust.

Enhancing my every emotion
Or vice versa calming me down.
I'm currently *******
So I'm plugging it up right now

The slip of slender silver
that encircles my right ring finger
Tugs and weighs with the weighted
warmth's of love that fills me unabated.
I feel it even when the light metal band
is not resting on the third finger of my hand.
I feel the dear promise of delightful passion
and I look forward to that day of December 10th
With resilient patience

I want to take you,
to the place you send me at a smile,
at a touch,
at the thought
of your love.
Sweet heaven, head in the clouds
April showers and summer sounds
intoxication
for my tongue
mind constantly on the run
chasing my imagination.
Chasing your reality
Longing for your warmth on me.
Don't you know I wanna to be,
Don't you know I wanna see,
Don't you know I wanna,
Well, a number of things.
Satiate me.

(Chorus x2)
I want  to take ya,
Aboard my spaceship
For a trip through magic,
See the stars shining up
Close in the heavens

I want to take you dancing.
The way you leave my heart
just from the way you're breathing,
From they way your defying gravity
pulling me up high to the heights.

I want to take a chance,
I want to take a stand,
I want to drop a knee,
I want to open your eyes to see
The greatest man that I be.
even under pressures greater than the deepest sea.
I want to treat,
you to the oceans at my heart,
the treasures lying there at the center
I want to show you my spread wings.
And every one of my dreams.
I want to show you what I see.
Stand at a mirror and see that great woman,
see that crown that belongs to my queen.
I'm
Longing for your warmth on me.
Don't you know I wanna to be,
Don't you know I wanna see,
Don't you know I wanna,
Well, a number of things.
Satiate me.
Show me your infinities.

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.

I awake
Having not slept
As the moon sets,
Soft light nestled
Like warmth and draped
Over your curves.

My sons you have birthed
And patiently you've waited
For my slowly unraveling heart.

I am inwardly old and slow with these things and so you walk, not run with me.
Together
We reside in a moment
Of soft breaths and peace.

Should I not work till death creaks
In my bones to provide you
A mirror of heavens peace
Here with me?

The ridges in my fingerprints
Are soaking wet with
A secret inspiration.
And when they ask
What coats my fingertips
To write these hinted poems
Shall I say that they've been
Dipped into ink or honey?
Shall I tell them that it's
Saccharine that's running
Through the quill of my mental pen
To soak sole lovers skin with words?
Or should I keep it between you and I?
The truth of the matter, that is, the reason for which I write?

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.

Dark clouds drizzle
Lukewarm rain
In the late September midnight
And water's seeping into my jacket
Wetting my hair and skin.
And eyes closed I reminisce
On our times of intimate.

Her: I think I can write poetry...
        On your neck...
        With my lips.

Me: If you can write poetry on my
       On my neck with your lips,
       Consider the rest of my skin
       A blank page waiting for
       The ink of your bliss.

You are love,
Vous êtes inspiration.  
The focus of my heart,  
L'objectif de cet art.  
  
Love. The chocolate of your skin,  
Love. Votre douce voix.  
Loving you could never be a sin,  
Vous rendre la vie le ciel pour moi.
  
With your lips sweet you paint,  
Vous peindre mon âme rose.  
With your love life will always  
la Vie en Rose.

I love you.

I love every inch of you. With
Every word that passes your lips,
With every sigh and moan,
My mind goes on a trip.
Meeting you for the first time,
With every syllable I fall in love again.

I love you I do.
But let patience have its due.
Winters settled as I wait for you.
I despise the cold. I have to wrap
In others friendly warmth.
And now you make me blue.
You basked in anothers affection.
Oh Love, you've been to me untrue

Oh, but I love you I do.
If only you'd quit being a **** fool.