That unexpected kiss.
That one night I let it all go and it ended up in bliss.
Every time I said no,
Thinking I would never end up with someone like him.
Turns out I was wrong, I just didn't know that it would turn out like this.
Saying I dont judge those who go on and do whatever they choose to do,
But in reality all I did was diss.

Diss who he was and what he stood for.
What I failed to see was that things aren't always what they seem it's what you look for.
It has more to do with whats within.
Within the soul.
Within the mind.
Turns out this is one hell of a guy.
Walking with a shackle full of past mistakes and judgment,
But who doesn't?

So here I sit thinking how did it get to this.
To this unexpected feeling,
This feeling that has me reeling.
Was it that I lacked the care of being his,
That made me realize that no masks where on for any of this.
All it was suppose to be was some nights of support and bliss.
Yet it turned out to be something that I will forever miss.

The first sentence catches your attention
By bold relevance
Still abstract enough
To make you want more
Then this sentence keeps you
By extrapolating on what was said before
The next sentence
A metaphor
Drawing parallels to the natural world
And end the stanza
With a line to draw it all together

Moving on to the bridge
Be musical
Play with the words
Be lyrical
Make a bigger point
By increasing the feeling
Im giving
And you are receiving

By now you are hooked

So it is time
For imagery
For color with meaning
For energy with feeling
And I can say what I want
How it needs to be said

And my truth will be accepted

(20 minute poetry)


Getting off on it
can't get a seat,
but want to sit
still
getting off on it.

Monday bites me almost casually
the future's out there,
I can see me
getting off on it.


Idiosyncrasy
suits me.


But I wear black jeans
black coat
white whiskers,
old goat?

The sun is mellow in this morning air
melting into shadows and over yonder, there
I find a seat and sit,
getting off on it.

Never far from being, but far enough from other beings to like being on my own
and I'm at home which is the state of man
getting off on it
the best way
the only way
I can.

just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.

The first line bleeds your pain
The second line bares your soul
The third line cuts at the heart
And the fourth line rips you apart.

Any subsequent line is rinse and repeat
Because life follows the same principles
It will crack you, crush you and destroy you,
And it will always continue to do so.

Deep inside
There is a place,
Where I will find
My actual mind

It's in the middle of the riddle
Of life and death
A place I will know well
When I take my last breath

All I show
Is my overcoat
It's something like
A river crossing boat

This overcoat you see
Is what I wear, it's not me
I'll leave it behind
When the death bell chimes

Sean Hunt  2015  Windermere

Everything screamed your name

The drops of water and the breathing leaves

And in that moment I had realized that the universe favors some souls , by placing the earth inside of them

You keep me ~grounded~