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Jul 2011 · 957
There's a story
Michael Acosta Jul 2011
There's a story in your eyes
and written on your skin
of the things that you've seen
and done, battles lost, and won
There's a story in the silence
after you have spoken
words that you leave sleeping
while in your heart hope
and wonder and want wither
There's a story in the footsteps
long ago swept away
the ghost of them linger
whispering, begging you to stay
There's a story in the starlight
and when the moon rides high
of things lost and forgotten
waiting to be found
buried in our hearts and minds
like treasure in the ground
Jun 2011 · 787
her skin
Michael Acosta Jun 2011
she wears her sexuality
like a badge
proudly, daring you to judge
laughing at your judgement
it stares out at you
through her soulful eyes
her face deceptively innocent
a sultry smile washes innocence away
her body, full and soft, seductive
calls to you, primal yearnings
her head bobs and dips, hips
swaying to her own rhythm
bruised remnants of passion
mark her skin, and make you want
to be the lips, the teeth, the tongue
the one who meets, and matches
in a dimly lit room, an unseen fire
roars, its heat felt, given into
her voice, her moans, her cries
the fire that you feed, that feeds you
©2011 Michael Acosta
Feb 2011 · 881
cave
Michael Acosta Feb 2011
I want to tell you
how much I miss you
but those words are
meaningless
they don't bring to mind
a flower uprooted
cast deep into a cave
the once bright sun
a spark in the darkness
the cave of my own creation
how a fear of everything
brought me to self-isolation
how I struggle against it
and sink into it like a bog
how there are moments
of blinding brightness
lightning flashes in the darkness
I'm left with purple tinged after images
ghosts of what is real
©2011 Michael Acosta
Nov 2010 · 808
Haloed Moon
Michael Acosta Nov 2010
the haloed moon hung in the sky
the woman cried and wondered why
her love had gone, gone far away
would he return, or her love betray
he'd speak to her of her lips so full
her sea green eyes, now shot with red
and now her heart was filled with dread
she dreamed of him, midst restless sleep
she'd given him her heart to keep
she'd never thought he the careless sort
to callously toss aside her love
but now he's gone, so far away
word once sent so often now gone astray
and her lone companion the ghostly moon
haloed in the cloudy sky and she asks
why, my love, oh why

The sky is clear the morn has come
the night is passed, her love still gone
yet still her love for him is strong
though silence has long held sway
she knows he thinks of her night and day
that if he could but find a way, word would come
her heart is heavy but her mind is clear
the man that she holds so dear, she knows
she knows, he would not stray
nor would he throw her heart away
time would pass, as time would do
he would return and their love renew

the seasons changed, summer turned fall
the coldness grew, the leaves tumbled all
she watched the west, where he had gone
and knew that now it would not be long
he wandered far and was long away
but with the snow she knew he'd come to stay
that in the frozen winter cold, she'd have her love
in her arms she would hold, and be held
and as the winter winds would howl she was sure
that he'd be there, to run his fingers through her hair
to press his lips hard against hers, warmth through the
frigid dark cold nights, it'd be worth all the wait

On the last day of fall, so cold no longer rain would drop
she watched the west for her loves return
a single snow flake fell from the sky, a tear matched it
from her eye, her eyes so blue just as the sea
and she wondered had he forgotten me
her heart, she thought would surely crack
frozen in the winters cold, when she heard someone approach
in her heart a spark did flare, was it him, was he there
she spun around, and ran up the path, not caring that
the branches slapped, and clung, she had to know
was her waiting done, was she now free from the loneliness
and would her lips once more know, the tender kiss
the heat that melts the snow, and so she ran, and soon will know
©2010 Michael Acosta
Nov 2010 · 1.2k
Movement
Michael Acosta Nov 2010
I love how your clothing
enfolds you, holds you
disguises yet reveals you
swaying curves, seductive
the tempting promise of yes
knowing what sweetness waits
my body responds eager
to the call of your lusciousness
the sultry turn of your lips
the rolling sway of your hips
how you use your finger tips
and when our bodies meet
the explosiveness and heat
for moments so complete
pleasurable pain, so very sweet
©2010 Michael Acosta
Nov 2010 · 744
Fading
Michael Acosta Nov 2010
day light is fading
the night slowly comes
now you’ve gone away
my heart has stayed with you
and I feel a bit hollow
the stars sparkly brightly
but it’s not the same
and in the darkness
I wander, and whisper your name
for you to walk beside me
making even the night more bright
your hand in mine, by my side
and I wait for the day
when I get to sleep next to you
and wake up that way
and see your eyes sparkle
with the first light of day
©2010 Michael Acosta
Sep 2010 · 1.1k
Sweetest Love
Michael Acosta Sep 2010
I want to take you to the city
and put your name in lights
after spending the day seeing
all the touristy sights
I'll take you to a restaurant
We'll have the finest meal
music will be playing
you'd pick lobster over veal
I'd smile across the table
watching you decide
on cake instead of creme brulee
and of course instead of pie
there'd be women all around us
beauty of all sorts
and still my eyes stay on you
for no other can compare
none has your intense gaze
your lovely sea blue eyes
no lips can match your lusciousness
to me you rise above
We'd leave the restaurant
I'd see it in your eyes
disappointment for you thought it then
I'd saved the real surprise
We'd travel to a busy street
and walking hand in hand
I'd stop and kneel before you
look into your eyes
the lights would flash on behind me
The message beaming bright
I'd read to you a poem
trying to sum up in mere words
the reasons why I love you
and want you in my life
I'd ask you the question
If you would be my wife


I'd take you to the city
together we'd see the sights
we'd have a picnic in a park
we'd find a tree casting shade
and stare into the sky gazing at the clouds
and watch families stroll by
our hands clasped tight together
we'd speak our dreams aloud
the family that'd be ours someday
of a life well lived, the love we'd give
as night fell on the city, day fades away
we'd find a restaurant to eat a meal
and talk about our day
I'd feel the box in my pocket and wait
the moment would be right
I'd thought and planned and knew
tonight would be our night
you ate the cake, instead of pie
I watched you with a smile
the world around us faded out
reaching out to caress your face
to feel your so soft skin
the words I had prepared
seemed so very thin
we paid and leave into the night
the stars shining high above
I take your hand in mine
and we slowly walk
returning to where our day had begun
the lights are out, the park is dark
and then we see the glow, an island of light
we reach the center, there's a fountain
surrounded by a sea of candles
the water burbles happily
I kneel before you in this man made sea
the light it dances on your skin and I know
where to begin, with the love that I feel
and how your love has helped me heal
how I know my life is with you
and with a question I stake it all
be my love, my wife, my all
©2010 Michael Acosta
Sep 2010 · 556
Breaking Heart
Michael Acosta Sep 2010
there goes a heart I’m breaking
tears that are shed when I’m not around
but I’m not unaware, I can hear the sound
am I some sort of monster, uncaring
do I ignore the sound of her heart tearing
though I sometimes feel I should be clad
in fur, claws and fangs, monstrous things
I am human, just a mortal man
as she cries, heart aching, breaking
I’d take that pain if I could, spare her
but I can’t, that’s not how it works
feelings change, people grow
sometimes together sometimes not
I was young when we met
then I changed and grew
just as I was made to do
I loved her then, and love her still
the love has changed, as it sometimes will
©2010 Michael Acosta
Sep 2010 · 2.2k
Candle
Michael Acosta Sep 2010
Light a candle for the hopeless
let them see the light
soon a fire is roaring
making day of the night
sing a song full of laughter
so they can dry their tears
share with them your joy
so they can shed their fears
share with them your darkness
so they feel less alone
teach them how to live here
to give their hearts a home
©2010 Michael Acosta
Aug 2010 · 585
Shadowself
Michael Acosta Aug 2010
I don't know where I am going
I hardly remember where I've been
Mistakes that I've been making
I'll try not to make again
this heart beating inside of me
now it beats for you
but there's a shadow on me
that whispers I'm no good for you

I don't know where I am going
the ground seems shaky and thin
I am far too heavy now
when will the ground give in
this soul of mine is lighter
than I can ever remember
but there's a shadow on me
that whispers I'm no good for you

I don't know where I'm going
though I try to make a plan
to find somewhere solid to start again
build myself up once more, to be a better man
there's a shadow that's on me
that's laughing as I plan
that whispers what's the use

I picture where I'd like to be
a place not far from here
time or distance matter not
it's mostly in my mind
and the thing I'd like to escape
is the shadow haunting me
the voice inside that whispers
and will not let me be
©2010 Michael Acosta
Aug 2010 · 624
Body Knows
Michael Acosta Aug 2010
it feels like forever
since I've touched your face
our lips pressed together
making my heart race
bodies pressed tightly
our fingers wrapped together
legs tangled, entwined
forehead to forehead
I'm lost in your eyes
our breathing gets rougher
my hands roam your curves
bringing, moans and sighs
my hands on your knees now
run slowly up your thighs
my lips follow, kissing
your creamy soft skin
I raise my eyes to yours
before I begin
you look at me eager
your lips curve into a grin
our eyes locked together
I hold your gaze and I begin
tasting your sweetness
hearing you moan
your fingers twined through my hair
my excitement increases, my passion grows
your pleasure mounting, does my own
cries of ecstasy filling my ears
hips bucking, grinding against my face
breathlessly, gasping moaning you cry
"I want you inside me"
with my body, I reply
words are beyond me
I'm lost in my passion for you
control is yours now
my body knows what to do
©2010 Michael Acosta
Aug 2010 · 1.0k
hips and lips
Michael Acosta Aug 2010
my body feels incomplete
sweeter things are far less sweet
since you last lay against me
in the night when I should sleep
my arms for your lovely form do seek
blurry eyes at first deceive, but
it’s not you lying next to me
and in my dreams where I seek peace
I find you there, waiting it seems
gently, slowly, I caress your face
and pull you into a sweet embrace
run my fingers through your hair
to my senses you are there
then taste the sweetness of your lips
my hands slowly down your sides
slowly down over your hips
I pull you tighter against me
I kiss your cheeks, your chin, your lips
then push you gently to the bed
and in the dream our clothes are shed
your soft body pressed beneath mine
we join as one, moving together in time
connected at our lips and our hips
for a few precious moments we cease to exist
no more you, no more me
instead become a blessed we
©2010 Michael Acosta
Aug 2010 · 780
Silent Wings
Michael Acosta Aug 2010
my darkness came again today
on silent wings, a bird of prey
razored talons slashed and tore
the pain I felt, I feel no more
another lie I tell myself
the darkness seems to stay inside
the light is gone, I can not hide
they push their pills, and words
words of hope, I sit with people
wounded, injured,
hear their stories and wonder why
I sound like I have such a great life
no *****, no drugs, no hurting others
but these walking wounded
are like my sisters, my brothers
I feel an impostor in their midst
what's been so bad that I'm like this
they send you home
load you up with pills
this is going to cure your ills
so I sit tired and numb and wonder
is this what life is become
devoid of feelings that are real
the blessing of the little pill
hollow and empty just like before
keep on existing, on nothing subsisting
pretend that everything is ok
Wishing you could go away
maybe never even have been
spare the ones you love the pain
instead you walk around the world
push in the pain, the agony
waiting to be set free
©2010 Michael Acosta
Jul 2010 · 641
Words By Moonlight
Michael Acosta Jul 2010
In my darkened room
the moonlight filters through
the ***** window
the purity of it’s light untainted
I look up at that glowing orb
and whisper secrets
It’s distant flight, splashing
pure light upon the pillow
across the bed, and then
when I lay down, across
my sleeping face
I know it’s foolish
to ask the moon
so distant and cold
yet so vibrantly bright
to be my messenger
even still, I speak low
reverently, that it bring words
as she lay sleeping so far away
©2010 Michael Acosta
Jul 2010 · 648
meaning
Michael Acosta Jul 2010
sometimes I fear
that the words I say
don't properly convey
the meaning behind them

when I say that
I love you I mean
in my eyes
the sun rises and sets
because of you
the stars glow brighter
in the night sky

when I rise from sleep
it's not the bodies needs
that enter my mind at first
but you, and how I am
so far away

It feels as if
we've been apart
so very very long
after so brief a meeting
and yet how strongly
I long, to
hear your voice
in person, not over
lines digital, or analog

To once more feel
the gentle touch of
your hand on mine
to press my lips
above your heart
and feel it's rhythm
©2010 Michael Acosta
Jul 2010 · 1.1k
Flash Flood
Michael Acosta Jul 2010
it comes like a flash flood
washing out all in its path
where moments ago was happy
now all that's left is ash
a bitter desperation hollowed out
emptied to the core
and in those terrible moments
I wonder how much I can endure
and then the sun comes out
the land is green and lush
and I wonder really what
had upset me so very much
that had driven me to thoughts
of crushing self destruction
an uneasy peace breaks out
the path clear of obstruction
I breathe deeply and wait
for the next storm to come
©2010 Michael Acosta
Jul 2010 · 707
weight
Michael Acosta Jul 2010
lately I've been feeling
I am living half awake
disembodied floating
a feeling I can't shake
I want to run and fly be free
but it's just not meant to be
I tug my chain, fit in the ground
this weight I carry around
no one forced it on me
it started out so small
and now it seems to be crushing me
I want to ask for help now
but what help is there to be
I dug this huge stone out
and it's mine now
it's all I know how to be
©2010 Michael Acosta
Jun 2010 · 632
roar
Michael Acosta Jun 2010
I stand next to the river
the roar of the falls echo
drowning out thought
a fine mist covers all
the fury of the water
mercilessly pounds the rock
smoothing the stone
erasing imperfections
creating new ones, endlessly
Until the stone is sand
washed away to the sea
Gazing up the falls I see
countless rainbows dancing
caught in between the ground and sky
its color faded denim and dotted
with far away clouds, birds mere specks
is this peace, or is this a path to it
©2010 Michael Acosta
Jun 2010 · 685
a cure
Michael Acosta Jun 2010
little pill full of powder
in my gut you go
now I shiver, sweat
the air too hot, too cold
the world it fades
monochrome hued
all I see thus shaded
my limbs feel distant
mind races faster
am I heading for disaster
calm, calm breathe deeply
vision clears, unease remains
this is supposed to be the cure
am I worse, or is this better
lethargic, angsty, is this the real me
or is the pill further deluding me
©2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 679
fade
Michael Acosta May 2010
I'm looking inside now
for the hope to go on
I am looking for reasons
for something inside that
makes it okay
I can't shake this feeling
it's all going to fade
I can't keep on faking, that
I am alright, the light's been fading
it started so bright
I am looking for switches
or fuses or wires
something to lead me
to where it all starts
If I can just find it
the heart or the soul
and see what is broken
duct tape it up or patch it together
©2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 393
Sea
Michael Acosta May 2010
Sea
her eyes like the sea
her spirit shining brightly
please sit next to me
May 2010 · 621
on the floor
Michael Acosta May 2010
I sit on the floor
sobbing, weeping
against the garbage can
it's right that I end here
Thoughts of an end
thoughts of the end
finality, stopping the noise
my head is an echo chamber
a cacophony assaults me
a sinuous voice winds through
telling me it's right to do this

I sit on the floor
breaking every promise
making lies of my words
driven by shame
she comes and finds me there
the edge to end it in my hand
my incoherent pleas brushed aside
the things I start and never finish
in the moment it seemed so clear
to succeed at last at something, anything

a week has gone and still
my mind travels along that edge
how did I get here when
I had long ago put this aside
in a moment it surged out
surrounding me, from somewhere
deep, deep inside
I feel like that child again
made wrong and ***** in the closet
made bruised and battered by
hands that were to guide me
fleeing from the anger into shame

I find brief moments of peace
a tenuous hold that is so fleeting
I grasp for meaning, for purpose
I look again for hope, to continue
to end this fear of myself
to see myself through eyes untainted
by the loathing and hate that I see
through the eyes that are mine
©2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 577
the dark
Michael Acosta May 2010
the darkness came
for me today
I could no longer
hold it at bay
it came into my
ears and eyes
my nose, my mouth
could not deny it
I tried to remind myself
of all who cared
the darkness was bitter
it laughed and whispered
it uttered nothing matters
there is nothing you can do
give up, give in, let it out
you've let me in
i heard and listened
and then i obeyed
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 723
the mask
Michael Acosta May 2010
the mask is slipping
it's cracked and worn
the mask is slipping
can't take much more
the smile so natural
master crafted deception
hiding behind this facade
fractured and broken
the mask is falling
it shatters on the floor
the secret is revealed
carefully held back emotion
bursts forth like water
from a shattered dam
the mask in pieces
who am I anymore
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 657
moon
Michael Acosta May 2010
I see the shadows
run 'cross the moon
bright glowing orb
climbing the velvet sky

radiant pale beauty
just out of reach
soft graceful curves
leaves me yearning

like the moon as it wanes
and seems to disappear
but remains, though unseen
and in my mind, so too she

We orbit 'round
a celestial dance
by gravity drawn
met by random chance
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 663
dark mirror
Michael Acosta May 2010
confusion delusion
driving myself insane
pondering questions
no one to blame

do this thing or that thing
choose quickly, chose right
it's nothing but nothing
the rest of your life

Feel everything, feel nothing
why no in between
madness bubbles up
now choke down the scream

bravado, confidence
run, flee from me
loathing and hatred
self inflicted wounds

I'm funny, I'm kind
a good and nice guy
and still I hate myself
I hate myself why
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 492
hope
Michael Acosta May 2010
There are days when I feel
the darkness closing in
the darkness from inside of me
but I won't let it win
there days when things go wrong
when all it seems is lost
when the fog of despair clouds over
the hope and brightness, of happiness
in those moments with out hope
it seems hope comes looking for me
a friend appears, has kind words
to understand and listen
and share their hope with me
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 525
untitled
Michael Acosta May 2010
endless worry assaults me
pushes me to the ground
I struggle for clarity for purpose
darkness and turmoil surround me
focus and drive elude me
why can't I be like you
why do I struggle for dedication
I look at you all you work you do
panic fills me, anxiety strikes shame... shame
The dark inside calls out insidious
leave it all, stop the struggle
the darkness invites, entices
tears flow, why, can I not find it
the purpose, the drive, it eludes me
I struggle, I flail, no island no refuge
how long can I hold on, resist, how long
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 519
the unknown
Michael Acosta May 2010
I saw you again today
it's painful so painful
how beautiful you are
and you don't even know

I saw you in a dream
it's pitiful so pitiful
how much I miss you still
and you don't even know

I looked up to the stars
it's beautiful so beautiful
they make me think of you
and you don't even know

I peered into my heart
it's confused so confused
you're still inside of me
and you don't even know
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 427
twisted thoughts
Michael Acosta May 2010
looking all around me
the walls are closing in
fighting against the phantoms
I don't know how to win

The choices of the past
or the choices left alone
what I did or didn't do
it's all coming home

feeling like I am drowning
the dark sea closing in
my arms are getting weary
how much longer can I swim

just stop my arms swinging
just leave the choice alone
just sink beneath the waves
giving all up now

Open up my eyes
look beyond myself
fight harder, swim harder
the light is shining brighter

Keep telling myself go
keep telling myself do
keep telling myself hope
keep telling myself ...
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 631
dim stars, burning fires
Michael Acosta May 2010
under the city lights
the stars shine dimly
yet in your eyes so bright
a twinkle, a glow
my hand in yours feels
so very perfect, so right
the chill night air surrounds us
I pull you close to me
your back against my front
the cold fades and warmth
glows, lingers and grows
your hand in mine
my lips on the nape of your neck
heat blooms into fire
my hands slide down your hips
holding you tightly to me
in the cold night
our embrace lingers
your scent intoxicating
no drink has touched my lips
and yet I stand drunken
by your presence
time has flown once more
and we must part again
I will wait for you
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 643
ardor
Michael Acosta May 2010
love is like a drug
intensity need desire
burning up inside
perpetually consuming
imagination illusion
self inflicted delusion
leading to confusion
lose yourself to the words
find yourself in what you've heard
roads and streets you've never seen
places you so sure you've been
leading to actions that make you question
have you taken the right direction
a maze of streets, of all the choices
listening to all those voices
clamoring echoing a cacophony
who you are or who you were
all these things are like a blur
constant motion never slowing
want to stop but still keep going
in my mind a voice is screaming
can I wake up, am I dreaming
is this real or am I still sleeping
head on a pillow silently weeping
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 503
like a storm
Michael Acosta May 2010
She took me like a storm
like a force of nature
it wasn't something looked for
like a storm she came
and like a storm she went
quiet and quickly and
I find myself wishing that
the storm would come again
standing against the wind
against the rain and thunder
the bright flashes of lightening
the feelings rose from deep inside
unasked, but not unwanted
a smell of the tropic, coconut
I close my eyes and she appears
a storm brews, this time inside
and I know I have to let go
letting go is so hard to do
even harder when you never
really had anything in your hands
the mind clings, the heart grips
good bye, good bye
tear filled eyes aching chest
good bye
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 476
slow ache
Michael Acosta May 2010
I feel her absence like pain
pain of a tooth torn roughly out
the dull then piercing ache
as if some piece or part of me
has been roughly pulled away
I long to slumber, deeply sleep
in my dreams she comes to me
dreams more pure than I've a right to
It hurts so much to be awake
other people in my life
so much like phantoms passing by
it's only her I want to see
to her alone I wish to speak
she's gone away somewhere
I'm left wondering what I've done
I sweetly torture myself with her
many pictures, and a video looped
the world keeps reminding me of her
I see the curve of her chin in someone
the color of her eyes, the shape of her face
the world won't let me forget
I poke and **** at the pain
like salt or sand deep in a wound
and so I wonder when or if
she'll come back my way
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 523
round and round my head
Michael Acosta May 2010
I want to shout it to the world
I love you, I love you
I want to tell everyone
I love you, I love you
I want to write it in the stars
On the moon, the face of mars
I love you, I love you
I want whisper it in your ear
I want to hold you
You so dear
I love you, I love you
Instead I hide it from the world
but never from you
I want to hold you in my arms
and give my love to you
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 621
acceptance
Michael Acosta May 2010
I close my eyes, I'm thinking
wondering and waiting
desiring to be desired
tired of it being one sided
Feeling foolish for speaking
thinking, wishing and dreaming
***, lust, love, desire, passion
is it too much to ask for
On my knees showing devotion
tasting you teasing you
using my tongue, lips and fingers
knowing finally that I am desired
for who I am rather than in spite of
being accepted for all that makes me
giving the same in return
answering for what you yearn
filling your needs as you fill mine
join me in my foolish dream
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 576
darkness and heat
Michael Acosta May 2010
Darkness and heat
our bodies meet
lips blindly seeking
hands do our seeing
soft planes and angles
muted gasps and laughter
our lips meet, brushing
mouths hungry seeking
sustenance for the soul
tongues dance together
pressing against teeth
lips, tongue, passionate
in the darkness we are one
no color no form two parts
seeking to be joined
our bodies find unity
two souls connected primal
passion and heat, living fire
harsh joyous music of moans
grunts groans the symphony
of our release sounds
we collapse in the darkness
two forms made one
darkness and heat
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 596
(un)Truth
Michael Acosta May 2010
I'm stupid and selfish
I'm crude and crass
I'm dreaming and hopeful
Please pass on by
don't waste your time
What you see is illusion
I'm good with a lie
Writing stories poems
all trash, please pass on by
I'll waste your time
your effort your care
I'm not even real
I'm only half way there
Illusion, delusion, confusion
I'll bring you despair
Words of kindness
or even words of hope
Tainted and ruined
Twisted and sour
Continue on past me
It's all for the best
I'd beg your forgiveness
I'm merely a pest.
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 456
painful slumber
Michael Acosta May 2010
Waking up can be painful
after sleeping for too long
of hiding the awareness
of who you really are

Waking up can be painful
when you've lived asleep
lied about who you are
to yourself and to the world

Pain can wake you to the
realization of whats true
after living in numbness
and confusion of what to do

Pain can wake the truth
deep inside yourself
the knowledge of what matters most
and how people often deny
the things that make them soar

Wake now weary sleeper
Open up your eyes
the ones that see inside yourself
that see through all the lies
Come out now and play be free

Wake up now weary sleeper
there is much for you to do
once you see hidden wonders
found deep inside of you
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 788
spring wind
Michael Acosta May 2010
I miss you like the bear
misses the spring wind
lonely and cold in winter
sleeping deep in a cave
dreaming of warm sun
the smell of wet earth
the spring wind carries
new growth and life
flowers and berries
in his slumber he dreams
a phantom spring breeze
teases him to wake
makes restless his slumber
outside of his cave
snow shrouds the earth
the ground cold and frozen
the winter winds biting
his stomach rumbles hunger
his heart aches for the spring
missing the sunlight and wind
wistfully dreaming of winters end
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 557
rain and music
Michael Acosta May 2010
Outside its raining
the music plays on
outside its dreary
the rain slowly falls
watching the clock
it's ticking and tocking
the time draws near
when we will be talking
in the pit of my stomach
I feel a ball of dread
for you I am waiting
should you not appear
I will sit and wait and wonder
and where has it gone
the lightning and the thunder
outside its raining
the music plays on
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 829
winter moon
Michael Acosta May 2010
the winter moon hangs in the sky
in fierce defiance of the sunlight
does it forget the star filled skies
inky darkness where it shows true
it's ghostly pallor winters wasting
gathering strength for spring perhaps
bravely shining against the sunlight
so lovely ghost moon flies at noon

the winter moon hangs in the sky
does it seek to reach the sunlight
an endless cycle in the heavens
yearly trying to woo the sun
does it remember it's past failures
it's ghostly pallor faintly shimmering
ever chasing the distant sunlight
so lovely ghost moon flies at noon

the winter moon hangs in the sky
pearlescent luster faintly shining
gaze in wonder winter wanderers
its lacy loveliness glows for you
asking nothing high above us
her bitter tears in snow do fall
like a maiden waiting wanting
to hear her loves faithful call
so lovely ghost moon flies at noon
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 546
I thought I knew lonely
Michael Acosta May 2010
I thought I knew what lonely was
sitting in my room by myself
I thought I felt lonely then
I never knew what it really was
then you came into my world
and the moments with out you
opened me to the real meaning of lonely
yet even in those moments
I think of your voice, your face
the way the light shines in your eyes
and the loneliness fades a little
and I know that soon it'll go away
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 698
heat
Michael Acosta May 2010
I want to feel your heat
your body against mine
our lips pressed tight
my fingers in your hair
moaning our need, desire
Run my hands down
marking the edges of you
the curves of your belly
swaying line of your hips
the fullness of your thighs
pressing my lips to your knees
kissing up your thighs
and where they meet
the furnace of our desire
our bodies join we are one
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 586
red
Michael Acosta May 2010
red
Her lips were red
as blood or berries
I wanted to taste
the sweetness there
Her eyes were grey
and blue like the sea
I wanted to be all
she wanted to look at
all that she wanted to see
Her hair was like fire
framing her pale face
lovely lips, enchanting eyes
softly curved cheeks
sensual full lips unpainted
so lovely and red
parted inviting
and in my dreams
inside my mind
she was mine
yes, she was mine
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 471
stars
Michael Acosta May 2010
went out tonight
pulled my trash to the curb
the air cool, so fresh
I thought of holding hands and
walked to the middle of the road
I stared up at the sky,
and the stars they shined,
I think, more brightly for you
I felt a bit better knowing
that you live under them too
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 408
sounds?
Michael Acosta May 2010
I just want to hold you close
push the whole world away
for a little while, just melt into you
I want to breath you in
run my hands through your hair
feel your warmth, to know you care
to show you my words are
more than just sounds that
I mean the things I say
to learn if you feel the same
I'll hear it when you say my name
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 493
fairy tale
Michael Acosta May 2010
She lives in a fairy tale
one that's gone far wrong
she'd found her prince
her one true love
as had went the song
He took her hand
down on one knee
and promised her the world
She'd had it all, her hopes
and her dreams, though
soon to be deferred
Her prince began to find
other things instead
to fill his time and attention
then left her all alone
giving the barest of affection
time would pass, for this fair lass
until the time would come
she'd speak her mind
it was time to find another
stay he'd plea, stay he'd ask
you are my whole world
with out you who would I be
with out you there is no me
and as he would pledge his doom
she would relent, her courage spent
and for a time as it had once
been, he'd show her that affection
once more secure he'd imprisoned her
time would pass and once again
he'd put her to the side
the fairy tale she thought she'd have
was only just a lie
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 728
thoughts
Michael Acosta May 2010
I send little messages
out into the world, like
sign posts and markers
messages in bottles
thrown into an ocean
directed toward you
I sit listening to
music or writing
in my mind, there you are
is it the same for you
as for me, hoping
that what ever you're
doing, some of your
thoughts are of me.
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
May 2010 · 459
fear
Michael Acosta May 2010
I wish I had the courage
that the characters I
create possess
I wish I had the nerve
to make the choice
to make the hard decision
that all I do now is delay
the end, inevitable looming
stepping closer to that edge
looking over the brink
my eyes betray me
the world is round
why does this edge look
as though there is no end
no bottom in sight
an endless darkness
no pin ***** of light
soon I must choose
to jump, to leap to give
in to the fear and in falling
finally find if I can fly
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
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