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RCraig David Jul 29
Where I was then?
Where was I when I decided to “be” according to where I thought I wasn’t, but should be seen or be or had been.
Who was seeing me and why?
A stranger’s approval superseded my own deny...but why?
Doesn’t matter now, the story’s “how”, driven by eyes not mine, saw me there then, not now....
Don’t remember the why, when or where....you get the picture.
A situation, a moment, a scene,
Where I thought I would “mean”, make an impact or at least when I thought I was making efforts to intervene.
The scene, alas, conveniently never convened to pass because it was not of truth-tried substance but flammable gas.
Whether my “right here, right now” approach would be enough for the price of smell, taste and touch....too stubborn to be coached,
too proud to see myself beyond reproach...
A rhetoric heretic riding coach facing every new horizon I approached.  
First I crater.
You’re a target for abuse if you cater.
Later I learn, earn, burn, know better.
Bitter I turn hater.
Sell your self to matter.
Unplug to be better.
Isolate yourself just to make a difference.
Creators that steer clear of best interests,
bent to mechanize.
We consent but don’t recognize.
“Society-interests second”,
their intent to capitalize.
People consume more processed salt, fat and sugar.
Drunk youth dance to music made by “industry entrepreneurs” that never played an instrument.
“You make how much??? Here are the 10 neighborhoods, restaurants, cars, clothes and other some-such you can identify by...I mean afford...I mean identify with.
Sacrifice a category to move up in another, the gratification will root in your  instinctive brain.
Men can **** it or **** it or brag about someone else who did.
Women can socialize, feel, share, dance or share about someone else who did.
It’s well researched, they know the instinctive needs
Only opinions allowed, the truth carries too much responsibility.
I can always change my mind later, the truth does not change.
Funders will shake any baby or kiss any hand to get you to say yes to “this is why they’re bad” but never change brought in “this is how we can”.
Thunders will quake any wonders if they’re felt without Lightning’s blinding flash to closed-lash eyes.
Sliced, Spliced, Splintered and splendidly split.
Thrice not twice I was hindered to commit to give but not get.
Crises without advice,
a soul’s Tendency to admit quit, at least, so is writ.
Heresies cost,
scarily tossed across the lost sea’s vast length crossed.
RCraig David Oct 2018
Where I was then?
Where was I when I decided to “be” according to where I thought I wasn’t, but should be seen.
Who was seeing me and why?
A stranger’s approval superseded my own deny...but why?
Doesn’t matter now ,
the story’s “how”, driven by eyes not mine, saw me there then, not now....
Don’t remember the why, when or where....you get the picture.
A situation, a moment, a scene,
Where I thought I would “mean”,
make an impact or at least when I thought I was making efforts to intervene.
The scene, alas,  conveniently never convened to pass because it was not of truth-tried substance but flammable gas.
Whether my “right here, right now” approach would be enough for the price of smell, taste and touch...
too stubborn to be coached,
too proud to see myself beyond reproach...
A rhetoric heretic riding coach facing every new horizon I approached.
Later I learn better.
Bitter I turn hater.
Creators that steer clear of best interests,
bent to mechanize.
We consent but don’t recognize.
“Society-interests second”,
their intent to capitalize.
Funders will shake any baby or kiss any hand to get you to say yes to “this is why they’re bad”,
but never is positive change brought in “this is how we can”.
Thunders will quake any wonders if they’re felt without Lightning’s blinding flash to closed-lash eyes.
Sliced, Spliced, Splintered and splendidly split.
Thrice not twice I was hindered to commit to give but not get.
Crises without advice,
a soul’s Tendency to admit quit, at least, so is writ.
Heresies cost,
scarily tossed across the lost sea’s vast length crossed.
I know now forever forward my voice is not a choice.
To die and be right is more noble than to lie to yourself and die in comfort with the quit, the cost and no voice.
RCraig David May 2018
Your warm, bold soul rolls over my controls.
I miss you the instant you’re beyond an inch of distance.
I miss your face.
I miss your waist.
I miss the space you incase around me.
I miss the towering, profound grace you use to shower and ground me.
It rapidly rises to the top of my head, but doesn’t drown me.
Sleeping silently in that dark, soft space engulfed by warm embrace,
my chased heart silenced by all that you are and surround me.
Quivering, shivering, your sultry curves swerving and curling in the dark.
Each new embark,
a spark of soul fire between us,
clinging beyond the confines of “never apart;
never the days; until our hearts depart; never shall they part"

My thoughts are of you, day and night.
My conceived intrigue, every clue, stays firm my might.
My mind pines.
My heart binds.
My soul combines.
My meaning defines.
My purpose refines.
My limits resign.
You define purpose in me.
You curve perfectly.
You inspire creativity.
You correct gracefully.
You are my sanctuary.
Please bring with thee all you were,
all you believe,
all that you perceive to be,
because I believe in all you can be.
My heart pines,
My mind aligns,
My soul grows warm in thine.
RCraig David May 2018
You can remember more than the day
the hour, the second, right down to the blink
When you were on the brink
that moment you decide to ignore your basic instinct, your gut.
Your soul starts to sink.
You stop to think...
know you’re no longer in sync with what your soul needs,
your heart feels,
your mind thinks.
Your lack of love for yourself allows you to put all your dreams goals and ideals on the shelf.
There are no reasons or logic or causes to be known.
There is no legacy or growth or seeds to be sown or thrown,
and so the seceding, succeeding that sits on “Her” throne shall be well known.
Your last flickering candle exposed to the cold dark windblown unknown as you walk alone in the black.
Why did you make this decision alone...because you always were the minute you abandoned your own.
But somehow this nonsensical, unremarkable **** slipped in equipped, betwixt too simple beseeching of your heart.
RCraig David May 2018
I miss the scent in the nape of your neck.

The bent intent of your shaking curves as I press against your shape.

Tasting every speckled fleck,
every tightly round corner,
every hidden inch my tongue can reach.

My fingers slowly, lightly touching every place they can breach,
some, all or each.

A slave to every line,
aligning it's sensuous design with everything my mind hopes learn, share and teach.

I descend and breach.  
Stretching myself to touch that place just out of reach.

I cling close,
searching,
seeking to find and place my face against every space where your heat is secreting most.

I find my way down deep.
I stay until your bare form quivers and quakes.

I wrap around you tight until you breath slows and all feels right.

It's the way I Dream to start each day and end of each night.
RCraig David Apr 2018
I love you....
my fiery sweet,
my hot and spicy,
my savory heartmate
full of chili heat.
Sleek & long bottom to top,
soulmate underneath,
my breath against your neck,
"I love you" I softly speak.
The way I wish to start and end each minute,
each hour,
each day,
each week.
For all my time, this I seek.
Brightness beyond bleak years,
shed tears,
lifelong fears,
my heart is clear
to forever taste,
to touch,
to hold,
to seek.
It is You,
with you,
wrapped around you
to dying breath from the very 1st second I knew I Loved You.
Always have,
always will,
just as now,
I do.
I truly do my muse,
my heartmate,
my soul to forever love thee.
Without your spirit,
your love,
you pressed against me,
my future I cannot see.
Your ways,
your praise,
your loving gaze.
You amaze me,
so sweet are my days with thee to be.
No longer cowering sourly over times past,
but towering powerfully to bask in every ray of light you cast upon me.
We are now the roots to a legacy treasure tree all will measure and see true "happy".
Thick Twisted tall and blooming bright at high noon or moonless night,
All will know our bond,
It's might,
Strong and tight,
By its mere presence and sight,
Our love was true and right.

Copyrighted By R.Craig David-April 2018
RCraig David Nov 2017
I miss your lips’ bliss on my lips.
I miss your hips pressed to my hips.
Like guiding hands sliding ships,
our curves tighter together... ocean waves flowing.
We slip into one another, both of us knowing,
it will never be about where we came from,
the cost,
the loss,
the impowering a now past superstitious albatross,
but whether in fair or in dark, stormy weather,
together where we’re going.
A purpose-driven direction in life
Beyond measure,
by our hearts’ design,
beating, hidden,
in our chests like buried treasure.
Yourwarm, bold soul rolls over my controls.
I miss you the instant you’re beyond an inch of distance.
I miss your face,
I miss your waist,
I miss the space you incase around me.
I miss the towering, profound grace you use to shower and ground me.
It rapidly rises to the top of my head, but doesn’t drown me.
Sleeping silently in that dark, soft space engulfed by warm embrace,
my chased heart silenced by all that you are and surround me.
Quivering, shivering, your sultry curves swerving and curling in the dark.
Which each new embark,
a spark of soul fire between us,
clinging beyond the confines of “never apart, never the days, until our hearts depart, never shall they part ways.”
our eyes locked on my eyes,
your thighs to mine,
in this soft, slow, passionate moment,
I know truth again,
my love to thine.

ByR.Craig David copyright 2017
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