That Jolt.
That spark.
It makes it's way
To the heart..

That frown upside down.
Eventhough I don't know you,
Thank you. We're family.

Darryl Tibbs.

What is truth?
Is its meaning valid?
Does it speak concrete?
Or will it be a habit?

Is it more than just the tongue?
Does it transform shapes?
How can I trust her?
When I’ve never seen her face?

Her words are exciting.
They persuade me to speak.
I want more and more.
Of her I truly think.

The thing is how do I know?
How can I trust?
How can I believe?
When I’ve never even touched?

Everyday seems true though.
So I guess I’ll take it slow.
She could be the one.
Hey you may never know.

Stranger things have happened.
Life’s not always about fun.
Yet still I can’t help but think.
Is truth only off the tongue?

Beauty is her.
Love is her.
Wonder is her.
Hug’s for her.

Smile’s that sing.
Mysterious words.
Unknown. No sounds.
Love unheard.

Do I deserve?
This beauty and grace.
This splendor. This joy,
What lights up my face?

Who brings that glow?
Who doesn’t say no?
But knows the flow.
How I love this show.

I won’t chase her.
Why should I?
She’s there for me,
To catch my good eye.

I can hold her hand.
I tell her anything.
Her name is Luna.
She’s my diamond ring.

That necklace that shines.
The bracelet so bright.
Earrings that match.
She looks so right.

She subjects no tears.
She doesn’t bring pain.
With her there’s confidence
In women, I regain.


The radiance she sheds.
It spews from hey rays.
I can stare for hours.
From night to day.

What can I say?
I’m in love again.
She’s my beauty’s light.
She’s my best friend.

She’s why I love to think.
Why I love to write.
Why I like the day,
But I love the night.

I love her light.
I love her life.
She’s worth the fight.
My Beautiful Moonlight.

I sing to the moon.
My eyes speak truth when they say,
"You are beautiful"

Can I take your hand?
Will it say something?
If I gazed into your eyes,
             Will it mean nothing?

With my hands on your waist,
Does my desire come true?
Can you see how strong I love?
And what I feel for you?

All the things I’d do.
I’d rock you to sleep.
We’d feel Heaven’s touch.
As the house wouldn’t make a peep.

My romance is fluent.
Like Spanish from a Spanish man.
Do you trust my promises?
As easily the glass allows time with sand?

My lips kisses are clean,
As they grace upon your neck.
You make me shiver in the nerves.
Your voice causes that effect.

I can’t sleep at night.
I want to call you all the time.
I want to write you poetry.
Even if it doesn’t rhyme.

So will you be my Queen? My Goddess?
Can I Love you in a magical Land?
Will you be in my life? My wife?
My love, can this ring hold your hand?

Her Name is…
Her name is Cupid.
Her name is a Dream.
Her name writes stories.
Her name creates themes.

Venus, Calypso.
Luna, a ******.

Peace, and serenity.
Joy is infinity.

She is romance.
She shines love.
She’s everything. Perfection.
She’s kisses and hugs.
She’s slow dances.
She’s back rubs.
She holds hands.
She’s that love.

She’s been there.
I’ve done it.
The Bell, it tolls.
Yet my heart, she’s won it.

I want her, wildly.
In a weird way.
To hold you my love.
In my soul, you make my day.

You posses me.
You arrest me,
With one single kiss
You interest me.

If it’s a seizure, fine.
I’ll shake and shiver.
If you want my tears.
For Julie, I’ll cry you a river.
Let these hands caress you.
I won’t let you go.
I’ll show you I love you.
In whatever way just let me know.

So I can’t show her the world,
Or what fame is.
And I maybe a simple poet.
Who can’t show her what the game is.
But she knows my heart.
And what my aim is.
And yet where is she?
I don’t what your name is.

Cut me.
Scratch me.
Punch me.
Slap me.
Leave me a ****** mess.

Break my bones.
Knock out my teeth.
Kick me while I’m down.
Make it hard to move.

Leave deep scars and marks.
Carve your victory in my skull.
Run me over.
My pain is your gain.

Sprain muscles.
Tear limbs from limbs.
Call me names.
Torture my wounds with salt.

Burn my clothes.
Destroy my words.
Watch tears fall and laugh.

Bring up my past and tell the world.
Curse me out in the worst way.
Do what you want,
But stay away from my heart.

That’s off limits.

The heart pumps blood,
And blood is red.
There’s a flow of affection.
But my love is dead.

Clicheic poetry.
The quote is a poem.
I thought it was there.
I thought I was home.

Why not her? I asked.
The answer I seek.
Do I get the truth?
Or is this trick or treat?

I know it exist.
I can’t give up.
Even though there are
Times where I can’t trust love.

There’s pain in this game.
Can I truly win?
Got soul? Got Milk?
Is the drive within?

The worth, the value.
Is it priceless? Or trash.
Is she real?  Is she treasure?
My desirable stash?

How hard do I try?
To make her feel like a
Blessing?
How long do I wait before
I pop the big
Question?

Why can’t she have my mind?
She’s on it all the time.
These thoughts make actions.
They influence these rhymes.
What about my body?
And all its thrills?
Every time I want to hold you,
I feel a special chill.

You’ve got me going crazy.
Insane with goose bumps.
Every day I don’t hear you.
I’m a sad dump.

I want you happy, joyful.
No sadness or regret.
Here, you can have my heart,
But what do I get?

I saw her lips shine,
And I was breathless.
She’d grown from that little girl.
She was in the Adult Section.

I was speechless. Shocked.
The transformation she took.
She’s cunning. Astounding.
She’s like good book.

A thought so hard to shake.
A dream I can’t forget.
With those lip glossed lips.
And every little step.

I miss that day,
And the time we shared.
The way your skin touched my eyes
And your lovely, lovely hair.

We’re grown now,
That day has passed you see?
We text, but to you,
What does that mean?

I want something fresh.
Something special, and new.
I want to try something strong.
Something real, like you.

Spontaneous kisses.
Romantic gestures and sorts.
I want this love to last,
Not a story that’s short.

Can I love you hard?
And never let go?
Defend your honor?
Let your enemies know?

Leave roses on your door step.
Let you know how I feel?
That it started on that day.
With a lip gloss kiss seal?

"I want you" was my second language,
only her heart can comprehend.
Listen.

Marvelously Mysterious you are.
Captivated by beauty’s rest.
Unique. Unmatched by far.
You deserve no one less.

Your light lays amongst leaves.
The wind blows your breath of life.
I love your soothing breeze.
You beautify the night.

You speak wonders to me.
We share true loves story.
For one night you’re with me.
Our time’s never boring.

Let us feast on heaven’s cloud.
Let me fly to you oh Moon.
Our love will scream out loud.
Startle man like a Thunder’s boom.

I can stare at you for hours.
And never lose my sight.
The night displays your power.
Luna, I adore your Lovely Light.

Dee William

As I walk the lonely road.
The wind below my feet.
The trees back and forth.
The water flows down the creek.

I’m number one.
There’s no one to stalk me.
No clowning. No joking.
No sunshine to mock me.

I can’t share my thoughts.
I’m completely trapped inside.
My pain, I’ve fought.
My tears, they hide.

Jailed like a caged bird.
I utter not a word.
No convo with a girl.
My sanity has been hurled.

Who can understand me?
The question to ask.
There’s nowhere to go.
I’m trapped like a rat


No one knows me
That’s why I’m so lonely
I want her to say “Hold me.”
Or “Control me.”

I miss you Luna.
I hope you come back soon.
My love that rules the sky.

It is you who makes me smile.
My one and true love.
Only you make me feel alive.

My love is irrational.
I can’t explain it.
I’m sick as a dog.
And can’t contain it.

I can’t hide it.
Nor hold it.
I won’t dent it.
Neither controls it.

Still, she knows me.
She knows my ins.
She knows my outs.

She knows the lies.
The whys and denies.
She knows my doubts.

She’s the Guinevere
To my Lancelot.
She is my own.

She’s the reason
Why I even despise
Being alone.

She’s so special
She’s got my world.
Every rhyme
Every line
Every thought.

Time’s for her
Plans are with her
She’s my cain
She’s my staff
And all I’ve got

It’s sensational
Inspirational
She’s the queen
I want to hold.

She’s my fire
My passion.
She’s my timeless tale
Of the purest of gold.

She’s the peace, I’m to seek.
A goal, I want to reach.
That jab straight to the gut.

She’s the one, my only one.
With a nectar’s taste.
A taste that even I can not touch

Where’s my Queen?
Does she lay dormat?
Amongst the rubble?
Does my queen survive?

Or is she in a Dream world?
Full of hunny and flowers.
To where does my queen lie?

Is she my dream girl?
Should our paths ever cross?
Or is the fantasy truly lost?

Is our concourse an action?
Is our love a connection?
Should there be a resurrection?
Or is instilled inside a blessing?

From whom gets the reaction?
It can’t be a silly attraction.
So for whom the bell tolls?
Or is she a simple distraction?

Is she my fire? My desire?
That passion? That spark?
A Fade? A second of love?
An arrow that hits the mark?

My love, you rule.
Yet it you remain to be seen.
Still I’ll search for you.
The beauty that is my Queen.

As I walk the lonely road.
The wind below my feet.
The trees back and forth.
The water flows down the creek.

I’m number one.
There’s no one to stalk me.
No clowning. No joking.
No sunshine to mock me.

I can’t share my thoughts.
I’m completely trapped inside.
My pain, I’ve fought.
My tears, they hide.

Jailed like a caged bird.
I utter not a word.
No convo with a girl.
My sanity has been hurled.

No one understands.
And that’s the simple truth.
There’s no help.
No escape.
And no hope.

I’ve accepted, I’m a man.
With pain in his roots.
That’s what’s felt.
Is the hate
With no home.

My friendship has limits,
For they’re human as well
They can feel but so much
For the rest is pure Hell.

No one knows me
That’s why I’m so lonely
Maybe that’s the way it’ll stay

The suns my tormentor,
My agony’s lender.
I ask it to please go away.

I miss you Luna.
My love who rules the sky.
I hope you come back soon.

It is you who makes me smile.
Only you can make me fly.
My true love
Simply the Full Moon.

When the future looks bleak,
And it’s a long ways to walk.
Your best friend’s are these sheets,
And there’s no one there to talk.

Empty thoughts,
Depressing dreams,
Fighting tears,
Demonic schemes.

Storms get louder.
The lightning flashes.
Thunder’s taken over.
My strength, it passes.

What’s happened to me?
Why do I want to die?
What’s this I wear?
This pain, that makes me hide.
The pillow that cover’s my face.
That acts as a pencil to erase.
Why do I want no one to say?
Or anyone to know a trace?

It’s cold out there.
Even with this coat.
No scarf, no hat won’t help.
No matter where it’ll breeze.
Word’s make the difference.
You’re ugly will freeze over Hell.

Life’s won again
And again.
No friend
That’ll understand.
The pain that kills me.
The depression will be.
Like a knife that cuts my hand.



So like Robert Frost
Will my life be predestined?
Has my fate, my hope, been chosen?
Which path will I cross?
Is it light? Is it truth?
Or is it cold? Is it frozen?