Like polished diamonds each dimension to you unique
Your so irreplaceable when you speak,
My knees buckle like wheat,
But only under the weight of your smile.

Like a drop of dew in a barren land
Restoring moisture to the sand,
The mustard seed of love in my hand
Is hope’s potential, eternal we can be one

Like a ray of light that burns
at blinding speed as our worlds turn
you’ve reached the core of me
I yearn from across what may as well be eternity

And in the obscurity that remains of the day
Our lives must touch only this way
while passing as a momentary eclipse
I whisper these words from my lips

Rare!

30 paces North of the Heart
20 soft hands East of Bliss
40 stares West of never not my type
I found the treasure of our Love.
and buried it again for spite.

You open your heart and look at me,

I gaze, amazed at loves colours iridescently

Yes I see butterflies,

Frosted crimson, golden lime, royal in splendor,

They have no concerns or gender,

but dance together excitedly at the nectar of your eyes.




You open your mind to my thoughts,

I'm sold and bought, with nothing but your smile as currency.

I stay awhile, unshelled, basking in the rays of your happiness,

Stripped of my fatty pride to straight juicy humbleness

You leave me feverish, just to know you exist.




You opened your ears to my words,

They bend in the wind like Sansevieria swords,

burrowing deep into the part of you that lays dormant and still.

Absorbing and encasing my seeds of love that want to be free,

you whisper light as wind while terraforming for me?




You opened your mouth and spoke

the earth around me shook as I awoke

the soil and stones tangoing with my new roots

nourishing my leaves and blossoming fruits

as I reach up up up to the skies

To meet your beautiful Butterflies

She said, don't stand so close to me,
I'm on fire but you cant see,
You play with me we might get burned,
My daddy said that and I've learned

Your mommy said that I'm the reason
If we kiss you'll waste your seasons
Chasing me across the stars
Riding with boys in cars.

Don't stand so close to me.

Love in all its forms.
When bred it swarms.

It warms better than a layered coat.
Floats better than a catamarron boat.

Cling to it when sinking into this abyss called life.
Shed your leaves of strife.

Hold on to its bucking reins
Hold tight despite the pains.

Kick off your boots,
Soak it up like Ginko back to its roots.

But most of all love to love................

That we must exist each to complement the universe,
All of us a star from last to first.

In our minute of fame be naught of vain,
For simple reasons esoteric remain.

To break the chain of freedom yet bound by common air.
To climb over our trials to see the sunrise there.

To await and embrace mercy, but judge ourselves of truth,
To brighten every darkness and be forever youth.

The poems that I saved today,
Rescued from a hilly grave.
slave away only for me now,
go make new friends and bring them here,

Fly.................

In the cradle of my mind
You lay in wait for me supine
To hold my hand amòngst the sand
To join in stoning loves caravan.  
We will rob earth of her mystery .
Dancing in the silver spray of serendipity .
Basking in the wealth of living simply.

I long to be
The blossoms on your mango tree

The kisses of my Rainbow Princess leave me in bliss.......
I am the perfect picture of "ex static" happiness.

The first warms like the sun on my face when I'm colder,
it keeps me in line like a Chinese Soldier.

The second in my hair makes it curls on end, I sink like a snorkeler  getting the bends.  

The third on my neck from brown caramel lips,
so deep I can feel it down in my hips.

The fourth like an Olympic diver off the tip of my nose,
it does a "Triple Lindy" and smells like a rose.

The fifth on my forehead the tongues light protrusion,
just waltzing the edge of my waking confusion.

The sixth in my right ear as sweet as sin, corkscrews in my brain like that plane in "Tailspin".

The last on each eyelid so discrete, softer and lighter than Bambi's deer feet.

And my eyes open................

Between my words are meanings punctuated
The intentions obscure yet pontificated.

Between my eyes a repository built to our memory,
Alas the past still as sweet and smooth as honey.

Between my hands the pieces of what love gathered,
Washed clean like sand from my fingertips in a sea of happy.

Between my words is bliss
But without your lips I am east of bliss

I followed you to lay on Bajan sand.
To kiss again and again under a dying sun.

Our seeds of passion were soaked in ***
So hastily devoured over our Boardwalk Dim Sum

Love in its pursuit,
its battles and wretched forms,
Has left my scarred heart so deformed.
Back then each decision so clear each episode so dear.
I dove into the deep like a Pelican without fear.
With each withdrawal that my desperate soul has spent.
My spiritual accounts are all the poorer from the net of my emotional investment.

For I bartered away a piece of me,
paying for what I knew was free,
Serendipity was my stupidity.
****** affection my neurotic affliction.
My sense, cents and senses eroded by my addiction.
Gaining affection but lost my mind at the cellular level in its creation.
My compass strayed the ties so frayed each footstep of the climb.
Somewhere along the path I was blind,
"slippery when wet" hmmm ignored that sign.

Tripping in trepidation on my way down to hell.
I sped so fast I ignored the warning bell.
Now remains all the marvelous bounty of the beauty in this history.
How I found them still a mystery.
Those moments my only victories.
They hang about my neck like aging trophies.
As I lay tripped from my trepidation

You were attracted by my broken spirit.
Wanted- Guardian Angel, you responded.
But did you realize in fixing me
I may not be attractive any more...…...
hmmmmm, food for thought.

Set your worst emotions free,
Like doves with gilded wings.
But cage your best memories so close,
like the yellow canary that sings

The case is ready for trial, the Defense braces for war.
I stand accused and pleaded, a prisoner of this Bar
My smile constitutes all my bail but alas is it enough?.
Time treats me like an unpaid Bailiff, it pushes me this way, so rough

The words from the matter stumble, over the ragged edge of my nervous wits.
My pride is like a chafing handcuff, in reality binding my lips
My mind at sea its bow awash gallantly fights the tide,
but waves of emotions overcome and flood as soon as they collide.

Slap! reality hits me on the wrist, It cross examines my heart but I'm still in bliss
Back to the parade of evidence, the judge readying her likely sentence
My closing arguments, is that all my case?. Will you allow my one appeal or scorn me to my face?
I'm left to wrestle with my fate. Left to wait while you deliberate
But there's only one logical verdict for me. I'm guilty in the first degree
Guilty of serendipity.....

To the keeper of the city's big gate,
Gives an encouraging smile even when I'm late,
I'm looking forward and around in the traffic, the lane,
Trying to mask my disappointment, of missing you again.

For another face is at the window, surrounded by Blue,
And the next day and the next day after that times two,.
I've almost given up this pact,
Gave up on searching, handed my last and just laid back.

This time I got out early,
Cruising up, mind else where, just 7:30,
Can scarcely believe my eyes,
But there you are, I’m hypnotized.

Reaching out, I'm devoid of what to say or think,
Our time is up in only a blink,
And my dry lips fumble, from ogling, long enough to say,
Sounded something like, “enjoy the rest of today”!.

But if I'm lucky you reward me with another "Casa Blanca" smile,
The kind frozen in time and space of my mind for a while,
As I can only lean and gaze,
Finally rolling away bewildered and dazed.

To nibble on that morsel of memory tucking away what remains,
In the farthest reaches of my over ecstatic brain,
“We’ll always have Paris” I silently strain with refrain,
Until tomorrow when I look for you again.

The one I show my poems on Crepe paper
The one who snickers at my jokes
The one who understands I'll call you later.
The one who gives me real life pokes

The one who's kisses are bubblegum
The one who's my Pirates of The C companion
The one who holds my extra set of keys
The one who's dress brings me to my knees.

My Girl Monday........... :)

Throughout my life my treasure small
Has been the love of someone small

The hands that rested on my waist
that clung to me like carpet base.

A rosy neck I nibbled and pecked
while dancing on a private deck.

A warm hand in the back pocket of my jeans
She knows what true happiness means.


So our love wont ever be a waste
Its the walls, the roof, the furniture the base.

Patent Oxford black and whites
Sparkle like brilliant cut diamonds tonight

Buttoned down ruby shirt well pressed without haste.
A pocketed rose, stiff and ruffled like royal mace.

My bunions basted with powder warm,
Eyes watery like an onion farm.

Her moco skin against glistening pearls, eyes of a cat
Olive chiffon dress, tasseled tails, round feathered cap

Madonna hair, glowing in pigtails like stew
aroma of perfume, something new?

My hands feel heavy, my heart is light
Your hands are warmer than my pockets held tight

Smile that light up a room, searching anti aircraft rays
Tomato lips turn to me and says:

"I feel like dancing"...………………...

Was it the modest perfume or your brushing touch?
Was it necessity or simple lust,

Can I be your oasis of thirst,
Would I be best, average, worst?

Can your smile greet, me awaken me, like sun on my face
I feared serendipity's coldness standing in my place.

Wish I could steal the heaven in your eyes where it lays
hold on to it like Gollum, salting it away for days.

Your words trigger a nuclear reaction in my chest,
My heart explodes daily despite my best,

These thoughts berate me constantly,
But most of all I fear you might love me.

I close my eyes in cliché to find
the quiet space inside my mind.

The place where inspiration flows in streams,
to trickle and water my orchard of dreams.

My thoughts transport me there like a Vigo.
to clear my lungs and refill my ego,

The trees of hope and fruits they bare,
brings nectar of custard and worry free air.

I rest and lay my burdens in innocent chaste.
with care clearing ivy from your marble face.

I am in the quiet place.

In Madrid as we walk slowly fast
The present merges with the past,
Our slender hands are coloured Grey.
Laden with treasure but growing empty of feeling.

Hear the time go rushing past in deafening silence,
Pity me who you worship with your love on the speeding train.
I hold your warm hands but sense some coldness there.  
Your happy kiss sears my face in this icy breeze of summer.

This is the Seville my lost feet remembers,
The corners of this maze that turns so straight,
The hours of wait that unravel so quickly.
Like silky music entwined with rough sackcloth

Our wealth cheapened by the masterpieces we past.
The enrichment of our minds despite empty pockets,
Eyes that warm our mocha chocolate skin with glares.
As I melt in your arms at the airport on this our last day.

I pray that where you are, the sun warms your face,

But I remember the warmth of your smile is brighter than the sun.

Your tears fell on my burning heart,
Now we exist together, this hearth,
Ash and steam.

What will grow from this?
My fertilizer and your mist.
I foresee a beautiful garden of children in bliss.

I wanted to call you again,
Your voice I know will numb the pain,
These heart beats, pounding aloud in my head,
Are they my telephone keys punched instead?

The dial ringing in my ears are like Iron Bells,
Tolling for the loss of our intimacy, me losing your spells,
I carefully grip the receiver cord tightly in my hands,
Like a rock climber dangling from fraying rope strands.

But then when you finally said hello?
My world shattered by that one blow,
My mind fragmented, suspended in multi dimensions,
As our hearts released, like rain, floods of mixed emotions,

I’ve waited so long for you to say three precious words,
Expensive words from those firm sweet lips I once kissed.
Yet now you speak, and your words are amiss,
Because I hear music instead of your voice,
Beautiful to hear, but condemning is your choice,

I’m sentenced to live without your electric impulses,
The loss makes me convulse, as part of me dies
Your heavy breathing and sighs.... replace once gratified cries,
I fail miserably with the charms of my best lies...............

I want the chance to speak to your heart,
Through these cold metal wires rekindle a spark,
To defeat the consuming fate that kept us apart,
Bringing once again love to the fore, to just love you more..........

They come to me, the words,
some on crutches, but happy like children,
they (the words) rub on my lowest ego like a wagging puppy,
no mercy, I feed them by hand to my vicious poetry.

The promise of love kept close to your breast
The smile that gently dissolves my stress
The hands that hold the fate of my memory
Your kiss that stimulates my simple alchemy

The hug that warms like *****
The feeling like an ecstatic guest of Willie Wonka
I'm standing jumping, rubbing on your feet
Your human puppy awaits its treat

Anyone there write poems anymore.
Is picking up a pen a thing of lore?
Are there star accountants counting at night?
Dictating under a moon too bright.

Hands hovering  under a dim light,
Pencils swaying like a rod for a bite.
No audience pulling on your string of words with polite
No mountain of phrases on landscape of white


I know these thoughts a bit,
my own private hell.
But more horrifying than this
Is no ink in the well

You feel like my hands in warm winter gloves on Snow day

Every thing grows in the shade of your smile,
but especially my love for you

The Ghost I loved but not to be.
Who gave her heart but not to me.

The pieces of my memory lost .
To get them back but what the cost?

One wish of the hands that hold all fate,
one wish before the pearly gates.

That I once more lay my head on her breast.  
And hear the rhythm of her chest.

I followed you to lay on Bajan sand.
You only follow me on instagram.

We soaked like seeds in *** and season.
You laughed at my stale jokes without reason.

My hands combed your wet silky hair,
You kept the keys to our secret lair.

But i will always remember Barbados

If Love had a flashing stop sign
I wouldn't fall into "Your mine"

If Love had "J" barriers across hearts.  
No more colliding breaking into parts

If Love didn't have the hair pin turns.
Maybe I'd  enjoy the view of the ferns.

I pull over in life's layby to think.
Without  it life's trip would be boring and I wink.

I put my indicator on to turn
Back into the confusion I never learn.

Now I know why you like M & M
To you it means Me and Me.

Your Oliver Twist

I never dreamt or hoped to find
Our ecliptic love that left me blind
I'm bathing in its iridescent meteor showers,
Enjoying the misty halo of you, lover.

A kiss that transports through time and space
A walk on the moon from our cheeks embrace.
Weightless, I'm tethered like an umbilical cord,
To come back for your sweet rewards

My work is a barren lonely desert,
Devoid of you and your playful flirt.
Until the afternoon divine,
I see you and my stars align.

Emotions cascade down my waterproof back,
memories, shivering from the coldness I always attract.
As fall butterflies my words turn to gold and fly away.

Raw lust on a platter,
I'm giddier than the Mad Hatter
Where lies the latter, in a secret place.

I am the prisoner of your smile,
incarcerated here without a file,
I who long not to be free,
but for a chance to give myself willingly.

My heart in secret petitions life, in your custody,
A sentence no deliberation, pure gluttony,
Just mercy for larcenry of your thighs,
And all diamonds that sparkle your eyes.

Let this tryst be my crime and punishment,
Shed from me my wooly fleece of innocence,
I plead to be held at your majesty's pleasure,
To cease my torture of uncertain love, forever.

For as I gaze beyond the Ivory bars of your teeth.
captured am I by those warm ruby lips so sweet,
I write these words on your heart with desire,
but you say nary a word, to extinguish this fire.    

Nothing....to the prisoner of your smile.

In a sea of black and brown,
Onyx sparkling eyes are found.
Radiating rays of irridescent light.
Soft against their setting of white.

Pulled together by a pulsating smile,
Turning the cursive corner of the lip.
Melting hearts that flush and shudder,
A touch by an imaginary whip.

Gracefully scanning for a while,
Will they ever look this way.
My mind bequeaths an utter like butter.
The focus erodes and melts away

Onyx Eyes, that piercing gaze.
Warms the face on which it lands.
Onyx Eyes my head is raised,
Time temporal as barefoot in sand.

Onyx Eyes disappearing, turtle doves,
Into the crowded grove, among.
Onyx Eyes the crescendo of the words,
Repeat and beats the notes,..  then gone.

What am I to you?
Am I your bow, your eyes, your muse
Or just fuel, plasticine, the match to your fuse.

What are you to me?
Do you blow my mind, take my breathe away like the song
Or just decimate me, drop kicking the wind out of my lungs.

What will we to each other be?
Will we be friends, lovers, even family.
Or will we tread on alone,  in each others company.

Our battle lines are drawn,
the  columns of our arguments swarm,

You cross the line drawn in the sand,
I drew it again but on your land.

Your secret weapon is a force I know
your eyes then spark and your rosy cheeks glow

That's when I felt the attack of your smile
which decimates my whole emotional empire.

I surrender, my empire crumbles

The rythimic beat of your heart in its treasure of your chest.
Thrills my ears from above the cloth covering your breast.
It beats like a military drum,
Bidding me to come,

Come hither as you shiver,
From the cold outside  wet as rain.
My lips ache but tamed
While they unwillingly  refrain ,
From uttering the words that betrayed love.

Describing how i wish you supine.
How your  aura is mystic, devine,
As before me you lay ,
Spread like a bountiful buffet
Delicious your eyes gaze on me

For this is the daily mating dance.
The promises of one deggeh chance.
A battle of wit, reduced to who submits,
So as i crave your fingertip.
You have my senses tripped,
The bare essentials.
My eyes devour your credentials

Im at my happiest when late
To meet the beauty from the gate
Her smile a lotus opened
So bright it is a token

You always melted in my arms,
Now I seem too cold to keep you warm.
My words once sharp are bluntly obtuse,
They deflect off your ears to emotional misuse.

You pierced me right through to the hilt,
Sieged my confidence to wilt, crumbling bricks of guilt.
Burnished all my smiles with sandblasting comments,
Loves bones exposed to all the decadent elements.

I nailed my future to a cross I daily carry,
Hope shoveled away into the back of its lorry.
Dumped over the brink with its where with all's,
My hat is now out for pieces of love (smalls)

The nectar of your silky perfume up my nose rushes,
Saturating my attention, little artist's brushes.

Warming space with the radiating bloom of your smile,
A presence felt in every dimension, by a mile,

So refreshing this cultivated side to you,
These, are all your hues, colours.
Come ride the dragon wind and tour the cranium of my parlors.

Learning the sides to you, petals of your velvet words,
Unravel my thoughts to peel away the delicous conversation in curds.

So sweet so delectably profound
My rehearsed lines go to ground , to ground .........shot down

This pain I feel that hurts this way
Reminds myself to stay away,
To  only keep myself company,
My own blue world of sing for me.

In my world, no hurt, exists, no pain,
No victims, no words, no one to blame,
No summons to say you hurt me,
I love myself, and it loves me.

But if I only love myself,
Where is the room for loves little shelf?
To place my heart there in season,
To show I'm a caring person without treason?