Miguel Cardozo

Miguel Cardozo Dec 2016

As morning rays of light,
my stare fell unto thee
To bring light to truths I can now plainly see!
To you I cast my light,
as if the only thing in sight!
And as this morning turns to noon,
I've found no plans to move,
or haste, and leave too soon.
And so,
Ill stop the turning of this world,
to keep away the night,
and forever bathe your endless beauty,
in my warmest rays of light.

Miguel Cardozo Dec 2016

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Love is not to be understood,
It should be felt
Should rise from within without reason,
Take flight on whim and fantasy
Not Beholdent to reality,
but accepted as divinity.
Take heed!
For love is not friend to the coward who seeks to confine it within cages of the definite!
But finds a bower in the heart of he who's brave enough to let it be as it is, infinite!
To submit to its will!
Without question, without fears!
And accept it as fleeting!
And takes this with cheer!
So, worry not to quicken it's pace,
let it come, never chase!

Miguel Cardozo Dec 2016

Muse of Mine

Your lips,
Their touch,
The bliss,
It muses me to poetry.
Summons words which bare my mind,
My heart,
My soul,
For you I'd write a million, and if I ever stopped to speak, I'd fill the air with praise!
Raise your image to the heavens, for the world should know it's grace.
Perfection is the word you wear, so beautifully.
Yet you humble in your impeccability.
So I beg you, do turn your head to me!
Let me revel in such beauty,
My heart awaken in your loving stare!
Let not my skin forget your lips!
Instead, have me burn in lustful passion, as each new kiss becomes my newest bliss
And as such my newest muse.

Miguel Cardozo Dec 2016

Ignoring known unknowns.

For I could never know the thoughts that she wouldnt share,
The words she left unspoken,
No
I lived by those that existed,
And have existed in me,
Given life by quiet looks and half answered questions,
That had taken me to the half empty bottles I used to send her love crazed pieces of me,
Messages taken out to sea by wave after wave of honesty,
Received and taken in with Admiration,
Appreciation,
Acceptance,
And always returned faintly perfumed
by the possibility of something more.
An aroma of the most intoxicating airs,
A fantastic disaster that
punctuated life to a simple before and after.
Before I spoke my truth,
& after she shared hers.

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