Crimson red taints the skies as gray merges in after
The gods, after dipping fingers in black,  finger painted away
Even stroke after odd stroke came the night.

The sun was hanging low, talking to the sea, talking to me.
Sinking even lower it was talking to the breeze, strained whispers to the sea.

The sun was hanging high talking to the sky, talking to my
Shy imagination.

Music frees the soul. It takes the soul on a journey where everything seems to be different yet the same. Up is down and yet down is still down. Music allows the feelings to seep through your cracks and attach themselves to the beat and melody. Music frees the soul. It frees my soul.

Going about my days with nothing more than my heart that beats involuntary to keep my alive.

Honestly I just don't know why I keep going when everything seems so dead.

Only my heart that beats involuntary keeps me going. It beats with an unwanted force.

Stop Heart just stop. I don't want to feel my blood course through my veins reminding me that I am still
     alive and can still feel pain. I don't want to be blanketed and be kept warmed by the damp loneliness  
That surrounds me.

His lips tasted of regret but mine tasted of forgiveness.
When he looked into my eyes he knew I would forgive him.

It's must be more that just physical.

Hunger is evil. Hunger is a lying little snake in the garden of Eden telling you to eat it, even though its going against what your conscious is saying.
Or it could let you consume the knowledge  and use it for your benefit and the benefit of others

But still a sin, all the same.

maybe hunger is the need not to feed but to expand our knowledge
And if going against "rules" allows us to do that then so be it

**Then why do people who have no motive to learn still eat?

A simple kiss on the cheek
Could make everything
better.

Just one little kiss
Just a simple peck
Could make me feel
Better.

A simple kiss could take what I feel
Morph it from fantasy to reality.

Just one
Simple
Little
Kiss.

In these woods
where light retreats and shadows move
along commonly and playfully
I found a young boy.

He stood by a small sluggish stream, striking insensibly at the stones with a childish grin
He than ran noisily, not minding his heavy feet
Crushing and crumbling, the dried dead leaves.

In these woods
where a breeze questions trees on where it's to go
and how it's to get there
I am an adolescent male

I had a hand placed on the bark of a tree
as I kept close my eyes
Listening intently to the words of nature
before I release  my needed independent sigh.

In these Woods
Where the oak observes what's below with wisdom
coursing through it's limbs
I saw an elderly man.

He sat on a rock ignoring the discomfort he felt. Laughing to himself he shook his head and rose. A breath he took letting the aromas of circulate inside his soul. He shook his head once more before exiting the woods.

Hmmmmmm
This could work
Could be
Could happen
This could actually work

Feed me with things that are edible
Only things that are edible.
Only things that I like.
Don't ever feed me things that will cause indigestion.

I smile
When she looks into the review mirror with that one look
Telling me with a blink that I should lie.
I smile
when I watch him whisper words of honey into her ears.
I smile
when all seems lost
When all must not know what is happening

But I cry only on the inside

'tis the morrow yet it has borrowed the remote sorrow harboring within the roots.

The trees are bare while creatures crawl underneath tearing at the skin.

And then I heard the wind
Treading lightly through the woods.
It spoke with a somber tone
"Leave with not an eye looking back."

Resting my heart on the pillow within
Taking this chance for it to rest.
Closed the walls and the doors
Go to sleep Heart
You deserve it.

You don't have to worry about
Working everyday trying to get his attention
You don't have to worry about
hiding the tears away.

Just go to sleep
you deserve it.

For you my love I give thee a kiss
Not one that only last a mere second
Not one that starts the flame but never fully feeds it
No, I give you a kiss that lasts for the longest time
One that sets the fire and lets it free
Makes the wheels turn
Lets the heat between us grow from an ember to the sun

For you my love I give thee an embrace
Not one that makes me feel a vast emptiness between my cupped arms once you depart
Not one that fills me to have you close but then the cup must empty once you go
No, I give you a hug, one that lasts till our dying breath
Till Hell freezes and heaven burns
Till the stars all at once implode and explode
Till all we have left is us entangled in a web of our love
Till what is left is you and I slowly fading becoming nothing more than a whisper in the dark

A kiss, an embrace, everything for you my love

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In these woods,
Where the light
and shadows weave in out the leaves,
I found a boy.

And droplets of water morbidly spoke to one another before off the cloudy ledge they went.
(sighs)
if only they allowed for a slight angle in their trajectory upon committing suicide .
Who wants to hear feeble bodies splatter and break on impact against a window?
Frankly, (yawns) I find it rude.

Dear Trip,

*******!

Sincerly
The very last poem I will ever write about you.

Right After you left
Every vein was blown apart
Every heart beat stopped.

I was left ruined.
Dust covered every remnant
Of my broken Heart.

Nothing can be found
Each feeling I've had is dead
Blown into pieces.

Everything is dead.

Nothing can compare
to the child like laughter
of the ones you love.

Tell me something I need to hear but don't want to hear
Tell me something that my heart longs for but doesn't long for
Tell me something that Causes me to melt but then causes me to freeze
Tell me something, anything that has a double meaning

Just above my head, hung the question I have been dying to ask.
It linger above me, a cloud waiting to let the words rain down.
May I have this Dance
He looked at me with a curious gaze
Taking in what he saw.
Sorry but I already have some one to dance with
Clouds gathered above my head clumping together
This time only rain, no words Fell down.

You covered your no with so much sugar
He ate it up thinking it was a yes.
Now when you tell him
he is going to be sick.

As we talk the heart which belongs to another begins to protest.
I try to ignore the scorning pulse throughout my veins as i type in the words to tell him about my day.  
He doesnt know that the heart is already taken but that doesn't matter Why must I suffer when I can have something better.

You go and take control of every aspect of my life
You tell me where to go and dictate what's wrong and what's right
But Now I think I've had enough
you gave that one final shove
You can't tell me who to love.

SHUT UP! Take your verses
Shove them in your purse and
Leave me the hell alone
I don't give a **** This is my soul.

"What should I do?"
Talk

T
   A
         L
                  K

to them.


All you have to is talk.
Find out about their interests
Their favorite color
Something
Anything

Just fill the air with question marks
and answers
Not with silences
Just talk

Let my words warm you
Let my arms protect you now
Let my love save you.

I am here for you
So why not use me tonight
As the pillow you will kiss.

Let my love warm you.
Let my love protect you now
Let my love save you.

I was saved by  
The notes that were passed on high and low
The beats that vibrated my body right and left

I was saved by
The emotion invested in words
The stories I wrote with passion

How can the heart mend?
When I break it over and over?
How can a heart fend?
When I strike it over and over?

When I look in the mirror I say it was them
They couldn't handle a twisted man
But the mirror is cracked split before me
I am that mirror, The mirror is me.

When the lyrics of a song
   Carry not a meaning
        When the symbolism of the melody
              Starts to fade into the notes.
                      When a song is just that a song
                             You've Moved on.
                                                ....But the love is still there

Life is moving forward
The Earth is moving forward
The water is running forward
I am moving forward
Is anybody moving backwards?

Have you ever taken the time
to ponder 'bout the stars?
Or ponder on why a toilet becomes an expensive piece of art.

It's a wonder how perception takes hold
and directs every choice we make.
controlling every aspect of our lives
When to give and when to take.

Have you ever taken the time
to wonder 'about life's meaning?
Or wonder about the waves brawling, singing within the sea?

It's a wonder how a simple line of acknowledgement takes hold
and sends us off into a higher thought of self
while spaces below become distant
to far to be seen to far to be felt.

Have you ever thought of -

Nevermind.

And then with the moon
high above me, watching me
I lavished in pain.

All of the secrets
drained into puddles thickly
Exhausted I slept.

Lose your soul
to the notes
that will never be heard
for they are never to be written down.

What are you to me?
You are the candy, that brings me to smile because you taste sweet
You are the sun that breaks through the clouds and brings warmth
What are you to me?
The rain to my parade but not intentionally
The one who makes my heart beat like a drum
but then makes it stop and beat slowly
What are you to me?
You are my roller coaster ride
With the ups and downs
The twists and turns
What are you to me?
You are
My love

Though my love was in its infantcy
you were patient.

you were proud with every step I took and appluaed the almost steps for they were almost a step further for the last.
When I fell and wanted to stay seated and not bother with getting up you helped me get back on my feet and try agian.
when i needed guidance you were there to hold my hand all the way until i could love on my own.

I want you
and I want to date you.  
That's all that needs to be said
Straight to the point
No more games
No more tricks

After the period I am gone
Well that's what they told me to do
To leave you hanging
To leave you thinking
But should I add more to the plate?

This was going to be said but then you said something on that Monday  
This was in the back of my mind when you told me something later on
This has always been there even when you said you weren’t like that anymore
Even when you showed me the girls you liked
It has always been there

So I will say this even though I might be adding more to the plate
even if It is going to confuse you more
Even if I will be given hell from everyone
Even if you don’t want to talk to me anymore
Cause it needs to be known
It wanted to be told since the very beginning

I want you and I want to date you.
Now, I am leaving after the period

The sun talks to the trees.
The trees listen intently
absorbing every word.

The rain talks to the earth
sometimes pelting it with its words
The earth pays close attention
Soaking up every word.

And then I heard faintly his voice
A muffled whisper in the back of my mind
Beckoning me to embrace fully his memory.
And then I saw him walk alongside the streets
Blurred as if he were distantly
Making his way towards me.
But I, a lover only in dreams of day,
Looked the other way.
But I, a navigator of unrequited roads,
Turned up the radio and drove further into the cold.

Where does it come from?
This love so foregin
With is language hard to comprehend
and its ways so different from other feelings.
Where does it come from?

And it wasn’t that I fell out of love.
Every so often the wings of butterflies graze
Against the veins, plucking them to match my heart’s tongue tied tempo
No, I never fell out love.

And it wasn’t that I lost interest.
My mind’s compelled to acknowledge  
The thoughts were he resides, to nervously manage a smile, to sheepishly look away.
No, I never lost interest.

The memories involving him detach from their tree
Fall as the branches try to grasp them, to have them reattached.
His name is on the lips of the wind and I listen as it brushes me aside,
feeling as if not the wind but he who brushes me aside.

With the knowledge of having to refrain from intimately knowing him
I see another path present itself in my wake
And my heart, adventurous at its heart, walks down the unknown.

The new path bears a resemblance so striking
They could be twins.
The butterflies inhabit the area
My mind smiles with the nerves
And yet,
They differ.

The unknown is daunting
A menace
Something to greet with open arms
Only to embrace with a dagger ready to eliminate the threat
And yet
I will take it step by step
Heartbeat by heartbeat.

As I rest this head of mine
I pray that my arms become
Olive branches.
I pray that when extended
they are taken.
And that this world ceases strife.

To write and write
and write
and write
and write.

If I talk too much
Take my hand
Pull me in close
And kiss me

An old man whose lungs have felt the smugness of many cigarettes
Looked at me and said, "If you are a poet write a poem about nothing". I took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.