I rub her shoulders; like
Softening mahogany.

Hands ruined from decades
Of construction and boxing

Do her too little good.
I'd give her my back; it's much

Better than hers. Keep my hands
And my stitched up heart with the

Ticking aorta valve of titanium
And granite (such contrast to its

Otherwise volunerable softness), but
I'd give her these shoulders.

They can carry worlds, the full weight
Of a grown woman  

For miles, across continents if so.
They have carried everything except

The ability to lend themselves. As
Useless as beauty to the blind.

hearts bought and sold on whimsy
dark secrets screamed aloud
resonate in empty heart chambers
dislodging logic
as ripples shift sense to passion

sold for a song
bought for practice
eyes open, heart shut
heart open, eyes shut
bubbling cauldrons
casting spells
deeper, deeper, deeper down
darkness blinds normality
and bends reality

let go/ hold on
tighter, until hands weaken
watching shadows of self
chasing shadows of yesterday
fear or excitement
aroused or afraid

enchanting eyes in navy winter
trust a stranger and lose yourself
trust yourself and lose a connection
tied in musky fog
to the inside of another
chained to that which claimed you
for nothing more than cupidity

Again and again
Those same words you promised
you wouldn ' t say
Even when it causes us both pain
And take away laughter from the
way we play
This must be a boomerang I dare
say .

The bet is made and the cards laid
The path we must here create
The path to that place of bliss we ' ve
prayed
And away from the destination we
dread
Though we momentarily strayed
Back to the right track we ' ve
always steered.

Look with your minds eyes
And you will see the beauty of these
fields
Where true love , in wait, lies
Always ready and handy with his
shield
To fence us from tears and sties
From all our wrongs in words and
deeds.

We may ail but love always heals
Let it hurt a little
For it is a lot better than all lost

even if we're far apart
i'll still be there to hold you down
still be there when helps in need
got me feeling some type of way
i might even far to one knee

for a couple who loved each other since middle school
i must say we came a long path
there were days we made mistakes
there were days our hearts were broken
but we are always here to hold each other down
that's why i claim you like my token

even i know your not perfect
i know you had a past
you went from a girl who posted half-naked pictures on Facebook
to a girl with a bit a class
now your acting in ways a lady should
see even you falling into struggle
i was holding you down baby

see every girl i had wasn't like you
they used me for my money
a lot of them cheated
those were the days i thought it would only be repeated
and then you came and changed it all
so i thank you for that
you see we talk mostly everyday
our hearts feelings are strongly carried
just the other day we had plans to be married
so anytime you feel to around
just call on me because i was always there to hold you down

when your writing non-stop
writing the ink out your pens
or leads out your pencils
then i must confess
have you heard of poetic disease
because i think i've been possessed

when your mind has things flowing
and you know it can't stop
i bet it would be hours until the pencil or pen drops

this is not a real disease
but you can catch this mentaly
and once you do
just imagine all the writing your mind will allow you to

image the thoughts that'll run your mind
image the flow that'll control your mind
when i was first possessed i thought i was crazy
my hands moving non-stop it seemed so amazing

i felt so great
my poems were coming back to back
like music i had a un-controllable flow
and thats a moment i ll never let go

for anyone who has had this disease
tell the world your feelings
your experience
was it good bad or great
did you love it or hate
cause i've never witnessed such a disease that allows us to create

As a kid i thought i was so bright
that my thoughts and eyes held candle to moonless nights
Big dreams slowing my memory like an over loaded android phone
Back then, dreaming was my sin, my only felony
But years and age walked me into reality
Then i realized, there is nothing wrong with dreaming
The only wrong therein is not waking up to live it.......

A love that's long
a love that lasts
that feels so strong
you can't get pass

A love that impacts us
and makes us who we are today
and even if some have some that passed away
her love remains in there souls everyday

A love that we should value
And never forget as well
her words are like heaven
plus when your down she can tell

she has the words of encouragement
that brings us out even the worst slumps
they even told us where theirs obstacles we must jump

i understand some mothers are good
some mothers are bad
but they always had
a scent or feeling that made us glad

therefore a love we all cherished since our life began
and carried it all the way to where we are today
A love that brings us to joy and spirit
and wash away our sins
Makes me feel a mothers love will never end

One day,
I will tire of waiting for you
to love me ~

You will lean back
and fall
finding I am not there to support you

You will turn around
and see the nothingness I have become
having given my all to you

Forgive Me.