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Matthew Rodarte Aug 2014
Your fluttering eyes,
highly magnetic,
That simply grasping gaze,
light bellowing cheeks,
soothing for my skin,
Lavishing lips,
a kiss could prove it all,

A silent face,
as we sleep,
presences collide,
we sing,
no imperfection in sight,
a moment near,
a moment here,
my gentle hand,
an embellishing introduction,
to a kiss,

Closer in mass we collide,
a grasping hold,
I shall never let go,
in twine,
I hope this lasts,
One word only comes to mind,
Infinite,
Though I’d be happy even if you stayed past nine.
Matthew Rodarte Jul 2014
Step by step ,
my sword feels heavier,
the rain a billowing distraction,
your face in my thoughts,
a crime I always tend to commit,
instrumental skill is needed,
my wits stay sharp,
a forest full of noise,
my presence is known,
seven pairs of eyes watch,
my steps and actions,
the silent face,
before death,
I kneel to slow my motion,
eyes closed,
the rain falls,
eyes open,
they appear,
seven deadly distractions,
I move fast with intensity,
ten slashes,
bodies fall,
I stand breathing alone,
my motion ceases,
the rain washes the blood,
each **** an expression of you,
your eyes my true weakness,
you may never know this,
my sword is drawn back,
the stroll resumes,
you sleep silently,
the rain falls harder,
my heart follows in parallel….
Matthew Rodarte Dec 2015
My eyes caught your definition of external beauty,
An internal mistake of mine arose,
the silly things the mind can do,
confusing dreams with reality,

thoughts and cloudy passages,
tales of us written in erroneous stone,
as we moved together hand in hand,
it was never to be,

As I attempted to move closer,
fear seemed to always knock on my door,
more and more these dreams strangle,
my internal vision of affection askew,

Confidence was always my enemy,
A fight continuing on to this day,
Though you gave me strength I never knew I had,
Nothing could stop this despairing outcome,

ironic the names of us all can seem practical,
like choosing a road to embark on,
risking the treacherous circumstances,
enjoying the scenery,
hoping it would last,

one must question of what could of been,
changing these paths narrow and thin,

though I only **** my eyes for gazing into yours,
sprouting these maddening images galore,
your passive counter attacks,
great pain to my fortitude,
a casualty wailing in confusion,
never once did my retaliation ensue,

You left one day,
not a care for your actions,
taking life by whatever pleased you most,
temporary and short,

I stood awaiting something new,
away from this saddening impediment,
troubling waves had not yet risen,
awaiting my feeble heart,

sadly from time to time,
your face can make me smile,
something so beautiful it pains me so,
I guess love only matters if two become one,
thats just how my story goes.
Matthew Rodarte Nov 2014
I walk up the stairs, head for my room,
the keys been used,
I open and see,
You,
Divine as my first glance,
leaning on the chair,
only the moons light ,
glaring your red lips,
red shoes, and fluttering eyes,
eyes that heat me,
sweating,
that look of yours ,
so lost, so gorgeous,
your hair blows softly,
the windy city air,
your skin sizzling,
with slow ease,
your body so sophisticated ,
beautifully indescribable,
I move closer, and don't bother to notice the door slam,
your grin widens with comfort,
step by step ,
I pause,
then put a hand on your leg ,
stockings,
your smooth thigh,
my other hand ,
your back,
i lay my lips on your kiss of death, ..... the rest is euphoric, ......moment by moment,........ as we both lay ,
entwined,
I know your initial J,
you know mine,
we both know one of us will die,
tomorrow,
,...... that is certain,
she is that lady,...... my lady, ..... goodbye....
Matthew Rodarte Jul 2015
My faith has kept me awake,
green pastures, hope, and smells not fake,
beauty is defined through anyones eyes,
not the horrible powers that feed us lies,

I pray for anyone listening,
one day the world won't be living,
in blindness, slavery, and poverty galore,
devils and evil reign no more,

good virtues read and told to all,
man, women, and animals will not fall,
perfection was never a living requirement,
life is a sidewalk cracked by its environment,

although we have our disagreements and beliefs,
no human has the power to judge our relief,
we are made of the sins and skeletons we hide,
to assure our ignorance no cleanliness to find,

we are made to die regardless of time,
don't live your life quiet as a mime,
listen as well with open ears,
words from the tongue are happenstance fears.
Matthew Rodarte Aug 2014
That face I once knew,
so utterly alluring,
those eyes magnified beauty,
oh how time flew,
I must go back,
not a minute goes by without you in mind,

I built it out of love,
memories true,
feelings absolute,
franticly I make this machine of time,

Time with you,
so priceless and evident,
I must go back,
your absence,
my hearts deepest casualty,
you were true in it ALL,

I've never felt so correct,
your kiss,
a mouthful of euphoria,
holding you eternally,
so tight,
will make it I swear,

I built it out of love,
memories true,
feelings absolute,
I'm trapped happily,
in my time machine,
Oh my time machine,
Oh my time machine,
Oh OUR time machine...
Matthew Rodarte Jan 2015
Why did I see you in
my dream?
Your beautiful porcelain face,
those eyes that make me fall,
within your gaze.
The thought of you hurts
deeply,
that I cry,
I know its not to be,
but the feeling made it seem,
so pure,
my heart was stolen,
in that moment,
A kiss we shared,
as you placed your hands,
My vision unseen,
our lips euphoric,
when they touch,
You walk away smiling,
that face you make,
A picture of a thousand words,
I stood,
faint in my reaction,
gasp in my mind,
lured and grasped by YOU,
my heart,
pounding ,
butterflies and all,
I awake from this rare slumber,
and sadly weep that,
it was just,
A beautiful dream.

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