" You walked my way, and passed
me by so I thought I'd say hi.
You glanced into my eyes I'm burning inside then you gave
me your smile.
I never believed in love at first
sight until you came along.
Shame on me, you made me see
How much I was wrong.
We talked for awhile then went
for a ride in my Mercedes Benz.
I felt so alive with you by my side
Praying for this never to end.
The years have now passed, and
I pour you a glass of an expensive champagne.
We look in our eyes how we did
the first time with silence in our minds. To touch each glass thinking of our past when our lives changed
on a dime."....

"Lost in a thought.
Will it be tonight's dream?
A day dream has no images,
it's just a stare in the air.
The mind wonders of all past places.
Things of so much importance as
your thought races.
Will you visit me while i sleep, possibly
1:26 AM?
It's also tomorrow's date.
The day of your Birthday once again.
My thought, and dream will be complete, only
if you come to me, blowing out your candles on
the cake full of sweets."

When you break a bone in your body from a part which had never given you any sensation throughout your life
and whose existence was merely implied by its basic function,
suddenly as it brakes and gives such immense pain
That pain is processed in your brain which it identifies the source
and as it does, it recognises the existence of that bone..

But if the pain is out of an emotion,
as your brain tries to figure out the source and nature of the source,
you realise how less even your brain knows about you.
And as your brain starts to delve into this part of you,
as it tries to see you,
you give it an image of yourself.
It can be an honest image if you have the courage to see the truth..
or just a bunch of lies - and it depends on how honest your insight is, and how painful the truth is..

" The bus ran late as i stood in the fog lighting
my cigar, and there you are.
Like a genie exiting from your bottle.
The aroma of the cherry blend smoke
filling the air with the dampness only England
can bare presented a perfect match of us two
just standing there.
Leaving London was immediately put on hold,
you captured my soul.
A taxi pulled up as if it was sent from up above.
We entered, and she spoke. "Take us to a place
where we are to make love."
Thoughts raced through his mind of what
the future may hold.
Living in the States with a job that awaits.
Can he be so bold?
The ride comes to an end, and pays the fair.
A doorman greets them with a hardy cheer.
Making their way through the lobby they
reach the front desk.
Keys to their room are handed to the lady.
She holds them tight up against her *******.
They exit the elevator on the 10th floor,
she injects the key to open the room door.
Making her way to the bathroom in order
to freshen up.
He takes a sit on the bed lays back only to pass out.
A tug on his shoulder, he awakes, with the bus driver
letting him know they're at the last stop."

I don't want a simple girl.
I want a madwoman.
A ***** who can stimulate my mind,
my very own Poison Ivy.
A catalyst for inner growth,
an extension of my Self.
I crave a woman unlike any other,
as complex as they come;
Whose beauty is the wisdom
of the Universe when sung--
in its native tongue. --[Love];)
I yearn for a woman..
just as intricate as I.
A Creator, a mountain mover,
a mindful singularity.
The woman who inspires me to be,
to write, to become great.
The only one I must impress.
She, who notices the subtleties
that go unspoken,
and the intricacies
that elude all other muses.
I seek the Love that enables.
The Love, that is Life, thriving.
I refuse to accept-- just any
ordinary household love.
I long for the synergy of mind,
of two souls entwined--
In a neurological nexus.
I pray..
for a symphony of Love,
with God as the composer,
where she and I,
comprise the notes,
to the Magnum Opus
of Divinity.

                                      -Elswer
                                      (Raziel Flores)