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952 · Apr 2015
starchild
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
You have
pieces of star-matter
in you.
That fact alone
makes you
relevant.
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
She is the apple of my eye,
her aura is the brighest shade of red,
such perfect symmetry,
smooth skin & so firm.

Here in my head,
I roll her around in my fingers,
she makes me squirm
& salivate in my mouth.
Her stem is sensitive,
her kiss deadly.
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
So now my Darling Angel,
I will write of joy.
No more bloodlust,
no more
spilled guts,
no more
broken hearts
& anquish.
I will write of calm seas
& the moonbeams
reflecting off
your haunting
dark eyes.
The very thought of you
brings me
into submission,
into the spilling
forth
of these
love-seed words.
And I hope,
I do so fervently hope,
I impregnate you
with my happiness.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
You can walk on the sun,
dance in a hurricane,
eat pickled pig's feet,
smoke rolled banana leaves,
**** ether,
camp out on Pluto for all I care,
I just want to be next to you.
Jonny Angel May 2015
I lie
in fields of bamboo
shooting up around me.
My steel is tempered,
so hot for you,
it rises majestically.
My heart sizzles
with the heat
of dragon fire.
You inspire
my every move.
And under a crescent moon,
Heaven sent you to me
to croon over,
to spill my warm milk.
Jonny Angel May 2015
The trail stretched serpentine
above the azure lake
with the rising sun
beginning to peek
just above the horizon.
In that beautiful place,
I walked along
in solitude
with my heavy pack
surrounded
by fields
of endless beans.
And in the early mist,
two tiny
smiling children,
silent,
swiftly
passed me
with overflowing baskets,
destined
for the market,
and you,
and me.
Jonny Angel May 2014
Grey skies stretch
across the horizon
with no spot of blue.

Here I am left here
on this barren island
& all I can think of is you.

I can smell you in the gale,
you were a tempest,
a force of nature
& I miss you
watching the rain.
Jonny Angel Dec 2013
Intertwined beings
His crown unhoods her sweet heart
Beautiful moment
Jonny Angel Jul 2014
There's a starling
singing soprano
in the dogwoods,
such happiness.
Jonny Angel Jul 2014
Pan-fried chicken *******
Sweet buttered corn-on-the-cob
Fresh apple dumplings
Jonny Angel Aug 2014
Freedom ain't free
& you want to know how I know,
I know 16 guys who left their body parts
all over a foreign desert
in countries
without freedom.
As per Joe Cole's request for FREEDOM poems.
Jonny Angel Jul 2014
I snuffed a black widow today.
The deadly little lass
had set up her killing den
just under my stony steps.

Unlike her,
I did it mercifully,
stepped on her as fast as I could,
before she got her pincers on me.

Considering her evil ways,
it served her right,
it could have been me.
943 · Jan 2014
Resurrecting the Apostles
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
Born to be Wild
just blasted out
on the radio.
It perked me up,
reminded me of
the road warrior days.
We lived it hard.........
preached the holy gospel,
the real one that
included free love,
strong drink,
a puff or two.

Now, I'm digging up old numbers.
I'm going to resurrect the apostles,
we walked on water,
it would cool to see
who was saved.
Jonny Angel Aug 2014
She strutted her stuff
through the courtroom lounge,
dressed to the nines,
she looked fine
all in black,
filled out her outfit
like it was designed just for her,
how she walked in those heels,
I'll never know.
But with such high maintenance,
I guess you can learn anything.
Jonny Angel Jul 2014
She loved lace and red bandanas,
had eyes like blue ice warming
& always wore a grin,
the kind that Cheshire cats wear
to hide secrets.

The feather she occasionally
hung in her hair
could change my bad day
into a festival.
It was as if
she controlled
the very wind itself,
would tame it to suit my needs
& in doing so,
show brought love
into my tiny world,

Meow,
meow!

The texture of
her precious skin
was sublime,
its fragrance genuine ecstasy.
It would send ripples
down my spine
everytime she'd
let me touch it
& she loved it,
would go out of her feline-mind
when I unhaled her
beautiful flower,

O Kitty, Kitty!

But she disappeared
like she appeared,
quickly and without drama,
it was much too fast,
was a perfect sad testimony
that nothing was ever meant to last.

And yet I know,
though I miss her immensely,
where ever she is,
good karma lights her path
& that comforts me.

Purr, Baby, purr!
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
My dog was a natural born killer.
I didn't train him that way,
it's just what genetics
did to him.
I'm a natural born lover.
The government tried
to make me a killer.
And I was for a while.
But now I'm finding out
more about my own genetics.
Ain't no killa here,
just kisses & smiles.
Jonny Angel Dec 2013
Poems are snippets,
pieces of memories,
deep emotions,
lost chances,
broken hearts,
exuberant romances,
scar tissue in words,
happy endings,
new beginnings and lots
of other interesting things
written by real people.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
O sweet baby,
it's so magical,
this technoligical-realm
of fantasy!

My apparent want of you
is fiery, so astronomical.
I succumb to your
desirous-advances,
make love to you
in the shadows.

I can taste your
"Y" in space,
rinse
the screen-dust
off my tongue & face,
but then what darling?

French kiss you in email,
whisper sweet nothings
into my cell,
finger your text,
do you with symbols,
*** you up good in jpeg,
explode together on Skype,
hammer you on Twitter,
free flow into you with a fax,
seed you with a nice
warm stream of pixels?

O my dear lady,
I miss the feel of real flesh,
the sensation of your
feminine flower-grip,
that sultry look
in your pretty-eyes,
the wanton shuddering,
nailed-fingers streaking on my back,
your hypnotizing unrecorded-vocals
& the alluring fragrance
of your raw hot-skin.

And O I feel lonelier now,
more than ever
before this modern age of science
& hi-tech communication.

How 'bout you,
do you feel the same???
Just sext me &
let me know!
:-P...
The harsh & sad realities of the world of computers & hi-tech communications.
932 · Feb 2014
How We Stay Grounded
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
I truly miss
the high camp fix.
For in them,
I am closer to the sun.
It's a place where
drizzle is hail & snow,
where people who visit care,
those kindred spirits
who truly understand me
& the curvature of the Earth.
It's how we stayed grounded.
930 · Jul 2014
I Have Become Gratitude
Jonny Angel Jul 2014
Foxes bark like dogs
as the morning star rises
to greet me
through blue ridge fog.

It feels as if
I have become
part of this
primordial forest,
sharing in its timeless rituals,
speaking a special language
& I bark back
to acknowledge
my gratitude.
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
I'm not sure if blowing **** up
was a fringe benefit or not.
I mean,
you can't do that kind of stuff
out here,
in this crazy
uncivilized world.
Homeland Security
would have a field day
if I started playing
around like that.
Then again,
why not live on the fringe,
it is a benefit
of the byproduct freedom...
I almost forgot.
Shhhhh...
Jonny Angel Mar 2014
Spiraling upward
Hypnotic like a cobra
It's toxic venom
928 · Apr 2015
The Anointing of Darling
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
I love the beads.
you know the ones
I'm talking about,
formed below your button
& Darling
when you hold yourself like that,
you must know what it does to me.
So prepare,
prepare yourself
for your anointing,
I know you love them.
Jonny Angel Sep 2014
I heard Mr. Brown got busted.
Yeah, he was hangin' out down at the Piggly Wiggly,
propositionin' all the lady customers.
He was askin' 'em
if they wanted to buy a ****.
Doesn't that crazy chicken farmer know,
he ain't now ******.
Jonny Angel May 2014
Everybody loved me once,
they lived vicarious
& when I lost my
risk-taking ways
& had to settle down,
they hated me.

The good thing about being hated
by my once
so-called friend
is I learned the hard way
about truth
& friendship.
Jonny Angel Apr 2014
Looking up,
I saw your shamrocks smiling
& held your face in reverence.

It was lady luck,
not fate,
on my side
who put me
in this sweet position.

And at the corners,
love runneth over
the turned-up
half moon,
there,
I crumbled.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
It was by happenstance I read her,
she moved me with her verse,
her sweet demeanor flowed
through
her written word,
I felt the pain inside,
her search for self-realization.

She is a flowery summer treat,
I saw her pretty-eyes in space,
her infectious smile
dialed me in.

And whether or not
there’s ever any
L-word involved
is of no freaking consequence,
I am forever her mate,
that means a friend
on the same wavelength.
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
The keg had been flowing for hours
when I spotted you on the foyer,
your sienna eyes locked onto my hazels,

O boy, it was an instantaneous attraction
as well as a reaction, everything around us
seemed to disappear, nothing mattered,
not even the small talk we tried to engage in.

We said something about fresh air
& floated into the great outdoors.
You were'nt even my date, but
we acted as if we had been
friends & lovers forever.

Autopilot was engaged on the beetle
as we drove off into the cool night,
oblivious to all surroundings but us.
Golden earring was pounding out the vibe
that was quickly developing within us,
rust never sleeps was next & we both
fervently confessed there would be no fight,
no fuss, no muss, as we both wanted to *** up each other, smother ourselves in a warm embrace, spread some love & grace.

The parking spot under the street lamp
was the perfection spot, an awesome location
for some lovely-*******. You were sizzling hot, I mean smoking, got my motor burning,
scorched my heart with the proverbial desire.

Your pretty face spoke volumes as I traveled
along your sweet-contours with my kisses & delicately searching fingers. To my surprise,
you wore no ******* which increased my posture & within what seemed like hours, we made our juicy-connection in several various states of intertwining bodies.

The German designers are brilliant,
as the capsule-sized VW is the most intimate
space on the planet.  It is just the right amount of room to lock onto eyes, spread beautiful thighs and taste delicious cherry pie.  We were streaming into each other as it dawned on me all at once why so many people own bugs, it's a tight place to make a special deposit & they're cheaper than a Porsche.
Just an imaginative story with certain true elements.:)
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
I rumbled down the highway,
usually after the fear of
intimacy would hit me,
it was time to move on.

It seems so strange
how something so feared
is what we crave the most.
How could we ever **** loneliness
when her ally always wins?
That is the eternal question
pondered throughout the ages
by the sages & lovers alike,
seems many have not  found,
the solution, any answers yet.

Maybe it's slaughtering that pesky,
that sneaky ego who always
seems to crush our common sense,
another friend who seems so rare,
one not rarer than true love.
922 · Apr 2015
Barhoppers
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
We rolled into bars
like we owned the joints,
everybody had their place,
then we'd fan out
like we were on patrol.
Everybody had each other's six
& we didn't give a ****
about anything.
We'd swarm like hornets
if there was trouble,
for in a moments notice
we could be called out
to ***** real violence.
And we were.
Not that Mickey Mouse
chicken **** kind
at your local nightclub,
but the explosive type
you watched on television
or read about
in the newspaper.
Jonny Angel Sep 2014
I read somewhere there's a smart *** born every twelve seconds
& one truly sensitive person
every sixty.
No wonder there's so much insecurity around,
it's boundless.
It's not always humor.
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
I swim alone,
goldfish float with others
in bigger bowls.

It feels like I'm in solitary,
down here
deep in a hole.

Beta-blood flows
through my veins,
my wondrous fins
glow rainbow colors,
but they keep me penned in,
'cause I'm a fighter.
Jonny Angel May 2015
It was as if
I were witnessing
a classic Hollywood western.
There I was
stuck in Lubbock
on that windy as hell day,
so I dropped into
the local drinking establishment
to guzzle some whiskey
for a spell.
It wasn't long before
she drove up
riding the prettiest Harley ever,
all chrome and polished black
with the sweetest sound
a bike could make,
it purred like a kitten.
She leaned that baby
up against the wall outside
& strutted like John Wayne
(some would argue Marlon Brando)
into the cantina
where she bellied up to the bar.
Every male jaw in the joint
was dropped
watching her down
three shots of Cuervo,
pay the check in hard cash,
a big bill,
and saunter right back
out of the place
like she owned it.
She was mesmerizing,
fluid motion,
tight jeans,
a rattlesnake sway.
Every man stood at the window
to watch her kick her stand up
& disappear
on that long black ribbon
into the falling sun,
breathtaking...
Jonny Angel Aug 2014
I could write
encryption
& who would understand
such hidden meanings?

Those dead dragonflies
littering a bamboo mat
& violent cracks appearing
on dangling crystals.
What of those ravens
sitting on elastic wires
bending in the wind,
cawing the sins
of their fathers.

And those proud faces,
those red-haird harpies
injecting salt,
singing long
into the night,
ballads of the brokenhearted.

I would write
encryption,
and who could understand
such hidden meanings?
918 · Mar 2014
Tithing, Of Course
Jonny Angel Mar 2014
Of course,
I am dropping my metal coins into the slot on the carved-cross box,
floating paper dollars into the passed around basket,
paying rent for the reading of The Gospel
& of course,
attempting to buy my salvation
with my hard-earned-mammon,
which of course,
the colorfully robed-folks love so much
and seem to get so easily.
Jonny Angel May 2014
Thoughts of you
linger in my mind
as you count the pathways
to your heart,
sifting through sensations
to meet the demands
of your fiery-wantonness
& in order to fulfill
a simple act
of lovingkindness,
I want to taste your fingers.
Jonny Angel Mar 2014
She has a keen eye,
understands the use of color,
the configurations of Asian furniture,
how candles & art look in a room.

She decorates wearing holey-leggings
& loose fitting embroidered blouses
‘cause she knows
what they do to me.

And she’s constantly
moving things around,
is visiting me in my study,
the place where the futon lies,
where we lay together
& I playfully
remove her loose-fitting attire
to quench my
own decorating ya-ya’s,
this burning heart.
Jonny Angel Apr 2014
I have never forgotten you
& I will never hold you again,
but the real pain
is not knowing,
not knowing
if you, if you
have forgotten me.
I count the days
in silence.
Jonny Angel Apr 2014
Shot like a cannonball
from the ported-jet,
I swam furiously out
into your hot privacy,
wet tender moments,
where I,
circling
your painted-toes,
sizzled up along
your shapely-legs
upward over
your cute-tummy,
so yummy to drift
along your slender neck
& soft shoulders
to the swirling surface.

Now feeling bolder,
I dove downward,
deeper to meet
your sweet playful feet,
only to take my time
floating,
twirling higher
through your delicious crevices
& between your lovely peaks
topped with granite tips,
I released
to the warm air
once more.

O Miss Pretty Bather,
your luxurious hair
& bare bottom,
I want it all!

I want to drown
with you,
continuously
in your bubble bath,
over and over,
again and again,
relish in this sinless swim,
this genuine moist-fun.

O please
Miss Pretty Bather,
keep the water running!
914 · Dec 2013
Tomcat Incognito
Jonny Angel Dec 2013
A  major ruckus is
taking place outside.
I hear a hawk squawking,
it's piercing the morning light.
Blue Jays are circling around screaming,
the squirrels are chirping like crazy
& the neighbor's dog is
barking up a storm!

O glory be,
good gracious,
I can see the reason
for all the commotion!

It's really no big deal....
just a tomcat,
crossing the empty-field,
incognito!
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
When I was younger,
I hated cooties,
didn't want any.

Now I'm a bit older,
not afraid of intimacy
& a bit more wiser.

And I want all the cooties
she can dish out.
Jonny Angel Sep 2014
She was a real angel,
stars covered
her pretty face
& she read to me
my poetry.

O Where did
Violet go?

Nobody really knows....
but maybe,
just maybe,
she's back in Heaven.
Jonny Angel Apr 2014
I carry an antique
crusader coin
in my pocket.
I keep it there
to remind me
about hardship,
religious
military campaigns
& money.

My coin is from Antioch
& when I read about
what happened there,
I wonder if God
does exist
or if
that ******-violence
was just about the coin.
911 · Mar 2014
The Weird Quick First Date
Jonny Angel Mar 2014
She said she wanted to hang
on our first date,
so we stayed
over at her place.
There, she hung out
on the edge of the couch,
wore a sweatshirt
covered with pink hearts,
kept using the word "insane"
& puckering her lips.
Twirling her hair between her fingers,
I quipped about her lava lamp,
how outdated it looked.
You should have seen her face.
Everything immediately went silent,
it got eerily quiet
& she said she was sick,
that I had to go.
And I did, quick.
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
I cannot feel anything anymore,
it's as if every single drop of my blood
drained out of me overnight,
I fight the empty feeling,
search for your written words,
only to find empty pages.

I've been told,
read a million harsh riddles
about the stages of heartbreak,
it's a slow & painful process.

The sad journey begins
when you feel
nothing inside,
no warmth
runs through you veins,
you lie looking for answers,
bloodless & alone,
with no angels
singing any lullabies,
wondering how you
will ever survive without her.
908 · Mar 2014
Lost In Your Fishnet
Jonny Angel Mar 2014
Stark black & white images
of cute you
torment my fiery-soul,
such circular-perfection
lies hidden
under your sheer lace.

Your gorgeous attributes
make me tremble,
I feel warm to the touch,
lost in your fishnet,
to your pretty little face.
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
Ages ago, I danced
with a kind of devil
wearing leopard-spandex
through a tempest fire.

We guzzled spirits,
nuzzled in each other's arms
as we circled the sun,
whirled around the moon,
kissed every star
in the heavens above.

She put a hex on me
& I survived, still looking
for a white dove,
some peace of mind.
906 · Feb 2014
Knowing It’s All Gone
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
I drove the Rover
up from Timbuktu,
slow on the road to hell
across endless Sahara sands,
Kashmir was on rewind,
Tiko was riding shotgun,
he was good mutt.

I smoked a million packs of Marlboros
wandering under blue skies with no rain,
dreaming about the what if’s
& the lessons you taught me.
The memory of your pretty-smile
kept me focused,
my eyes on the road
through blistering-heat.

Yes
sweet darling,
we did stop time
for a brief moment.
But
you and I
never knew any better
than this.
I really do miss
your butterfly kisses,
the fragrant aura you possessed,
the tender caresses
in the morning shower,
if you only knew.

I wished I had told you.

We’re both alone now,
existing
on different parts of the globe,
living
in the shadows,
knowing
it’s all gone.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
You were not real to me back then,
but who was real to anyone
in those crazy days.

We held hands,
skipped stones,
tumbled on oaken banks.
We hid out in the palmettos,
made beef jerky,
cleaned rabbits,
traded secrets.

You taught me gentleness,
showed me what made you tick.
Primal-musk was thick in the air,
I succumbed to your whims,
rose up to meet every sweet-demand.
We sinned, glistened in the summer sun.
I watched myself spread your flower,
was your man of the hour,
we had genuine backwoods fun.

Those were the really wild times,
we scrambled in the brambles,
seemed always on the run.
We stole kisses with  
moccasins & gators
down at that
old swimming hole.
Our lives intertwined,
we swirled, swooned
under  the moon,
spooning.

I reminisce about you often &
now realize all great things
come to an end.

Still, I have the taste
of black water & you
in my mouth,
whispering you good vibes...
Jonny Angel Nov 2013
I walked alone with Incan spirits,
lost in my own thoughts
trailing downward
over maize-covered fields.

I breathed chilly air
with the condors
wearing neck gaiters,
thinking
how lucky I was
to commune
with jet stream angels,
safe and in one piece.
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