How lucky am I to live in a reality
One where my best friendship
Grew into a fantasy relationship
One where laughs and shooting the ****
Grew into something more
Something passionate
Deep and special
Conversations about the future
Talks about our love
Living in harmony
A beautiful duet
I follow you wherever you lead
Our hearts belong together
You're my sun
You're my sky
You're the flowers
You're the memories
The images in my head
You're the beauty
In everything I see
Thank you for being with me

When you're not here
I have trouble falling asleep
But when you're next to me
That problem disappears
My eyes close with ease
You are my dream
I dream of you
My everything

I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
And the tears you've cried
With my name tattooed
In the streaks they left
Upon your pale skin
Every sob engraved into a calloused heart
That knows nothing but
Malevolence and loneliness
I'm sorry...

It hardly seems fair
that some people have a heart
strong enough to support 600lbs.
And yet my heart
endlessly pounds.
Threatening to burst from my chest
and erupt without notice
with just the thought
of the weight of your lips
pressed against mine.

*** is male
                                                         ­   **** is female

              *** for money

                                                          ­                                         *** for drugs

                               *** for lust

                                                           ­                         *** by force

         *** galore

                                                         ­                                                  *** as a bet

                 *** to fill boredom

                                                        ­                        *** for relief

                    *** for pleasure

                                                      ­                                        *** with passion

                               *** with fear

                                                           ­                        *** as bargain

                *** for attention  

                                                    ­                                   *** for acceptance

                                  *** make-believing

                                                 ­                                             

*** with feeling
.
.
*** with love
.
.
.....................................................Bu­t Making Love** ..............That's Real ***.  *** is Poetry.


                                            - March 4th, 2014.    3: 01 am.

I am living supernatural,  here on this planet of ours.
Because I have a Savior , whom is working through me.
I seen the many miracles that he has preform through me.
He has saved my life many of times more then I can remember.
He has blessed me too beyond all measures, for he is good.
He restores what is stolen from the evil one too .
He is my Lord, God, and Creator, that blesses me.
With long live and abundant blessings to go with it.
The poetry  he writes through me to help others.

will you miss me
when i am swept away by the winds of autumn
cracking
between the leaves?

will you miss me
when i am flung
over the dreading sea
frozen
in time
until the sun
leaves?

will you miss me
when i am stolen by the moon
just before you wake
a while before you sleep?

will you miss me
the last note of your favourite song
if suddenly
i am no longer there?

will you miss me
the answer
to your favourite question
whispered into your cool neck
in a moment
becoming a  blur

will you miss me

I'll catch myself from falling
Any further for you
Or from you
On your pedestal in my eyes
I'll plug my ears
against your honey soaked words
For underneath that sweetness
Are soured promises
That taste of disappointment
And missed opportunities
And a little bit of want
thrown in for good taste
I can't focus with you staring at me
With your myriad mind
Your thoughts swirling
in the lakes of your eyes
Tears swirling in mine
And when they fall from my smile
into your hands of discontent
You will know how deep you stabbed
your hopeful knife into me
Just in time for my acidic blood
To burn resentment into your skin
And then I'll be gone