Love too much
Hurt too much
Always needing a heart to touch

Limitless sources of abundance so clear
No ability to cause you harm or unnecessary fear
Sometimes momentary blindness, inability to truly hear

Critical lapses of  excruciating, intensity from my vivid past
Try, as I might, to make the most healthy relationship last
As days turn into nights, I wish a moment of bliss with you that would last.

Not sure anymore, of anything that is real
Putrid, agonizing, annoyance seems to keep me off keel
Hoping, dreaming and wanting for my positive feelings to be real

Lustful thoughts of our time together feel ****** and surreal
In the midst of the anger and bitterness,  I realize I am able to feel.
Seductive, entranced, mesmorized with true love stamped within our hearts, forever sealed.

The dripping of the lukewarm indecision has grown old, decrepit and shames me in despair
Ready now for the realness of  a soul mate, never knowing one that cared.
So here it goes, where it ends, know one knows… now that my soul has been given and shared.

In the end, where I have always been
Crushed within the lions den
Here I am, nothing hidden, never knowing the why and when.

My heart is now yours and given of my free will
Never again will I have to trudge up  the loneliness hill.
The love that I seek has been found in you
With a light in our eyes, yours sparkling blue.

The things in my past that riddled me with fear
When the darkness replaced the light is no longer here.
I'm trusting you to love me and hope it is true.
This poem was written especially for you.

I Solemnly Swear
No else would ever come close or ever compare.
To your unconditional Tender love and care.
Unaware that my hearts under repair.
Im Mentally Gone but Physically There.
Could this be a Secret love affair?
Can't you sense the attraction in the atmosphere?
maybe its in the confidence that you wear?
Because Out of the corner of my eye
One day you caught me by suprise
I think you could be my angel in disguise
All in my feelings, you Got me over here mesmorized.
The Presences of this King was Strong and So bold.
With Such beauty my vision could barely behold.
Truth Be Told,
You precious to Me, more valuable than Gold.
From that moment on I knew you already had my heart sold.
Something intrigues me to you.
Is it because you are Respectful, Honest, and True?
Maybe its in reference to the little things you do.
You are Something so Extraordinaire
Hard to come, So Exquisite and rare.
Even when I'm broke you got me feeling like a multi millionaire.
You give me butterflies.
Got me floating like the clouds above in blue skies.
Having vision about you and I
Becoming as One and Unify.
You as my King and Me as Your Queen.
You are the drug and Im the Fein.
I need you so bad I could scream
You are surreal to me like a dream.
You set my heart on fire.
With a passionate buring for desire.
My Confession is I sit here secretly watching you and Admire.

Sincerely Your
Secret Admirer.

She used her sway
Like a dangling watch
Swinging on a chain:
She stopped my eyes,
I was mesmorized,
Entranced,
In a post hypnotic haze.
If she snapped her fingers
I'd cluck,
I'd bark,
Do whatever she'd ask,
But she kept on swinging
And left me panting
In post traumatic stress.

I became mesmorized by the water filter attached to the sink
From ***** to clean the water glides
Doing so to please each humans needs
Water the necessity, the core of living, life, existence
Filling each cup of energy
Filling each cup of life
Filter: a device to remove impurities
My mind drifted and with shaky hands I began to remember
Filter: a device to remove impurities
How similar I though how similar
Filtering , like  my speech daily ,y words altered to be clean
To build into the right sentence, the sentence that fits into a specific place  set and stone
Once it is filtered there is not return to *****
I remember as a child the day I was told to filter
The day I was told to engage myself within myself
To intertwine words in between my bones and hide them there untill they we're spell checked
to play hide and seek, more hiding than seeking
Make sure the words find approval
Ecspecially  through man, because the word man is placed in woman
But woman not in man
As a defiant child I questioned life's reasonings
A woman found me, an adult figure I clung to like the last leaves on a tree
She spoke elgant and quiet
You cannot stand alone young girl you must think before each syllable flys like birds from the cage in your mouth
Suppress your  mind disable yourself so you can exist among the superior
For generations to generations this is the curse
but such a blessing to live
We do not question humanity or the man in the w-o
You were born this way dear you cannot help whats under your skirt
I will train you to deal with the cards you have been dealt
But never speak of my teachings for out loud we are equal
I opened my ears like arms for a hug and stitched my mouth like buttons on a shirt
Ten years later I stand at my kitchen sink and I feel the words under my ribs and the sentences wrapped around my neck
I open my trap to let go of the misspelled words under my ribs
But there gone, seeking and seeking I want all my words back but they evaporated, forgotten among the earth
I take the filter and twirl it in between my fingers
Holding freedom between palms
filter: a device to remove impurities
I pour a glass of ***** water and take a sip, a gulp,
oh. the glorious tast, the glorious taste of impurity

Love too much
Hurt too much
Always needing a heart to touch

Limitless sources of abundance so clear
No ability to cause you harm or unnecessary fear
Sometimes momentary blindness, inability to truly hear

Critical lapses of  excruciating, intensity from my vivid past
Try, as I might, to make the most healthy relationship last
As days turn into nights, I wish a moment of bliss with you that would last.

Not sure anymore, of anything that is real
Putrid, agonizing, annoyance seems to keep me off keel
Hoping, dreaming and wanting for my positive feelings to be real

Lustful thoughts of our time together feel ****** and surreal
In the midst of the anger and bitterness,  I realize I am able to feel.
Seductive, entranced, mesmorized with true love stamped within our hearts, forever sealed.

The dripping of the luke warm indecision has grown old, decrepit and shames me in despair
Ready now for the realness of  a soul mate, never knowing one that cared.
So here it goes, where it ends, know one knows… now that my soul has been given and shared.

In the end, where I have always been
Crushed within the lions den
Here I am, nothing hidden, never knowing the why and when.

My heart is broken in a million pieces you must now mend with your love.
Quite a task, indeed,  for anyone…. But your love surely comes from above.
And if you hurt me in any way, stand in line with all the others that who claimed they knew love.

if this pulsating addiction through my brain
can be more than madness
than I
I am more than nothing
cause when something so big, its condemed to itself
all it has left to do is diminish
into hunderds of icy little peices
covering my body
seeping down into my grittle bone
haunting under the light pole
polariods laughing in my head
dimmed creatures
humming
kiss me
kiss me
haunted

Im am so mesmorized for you
and the way you sit with your hand on your cheek
smoking your nicotine
speaking about venice and the lions in your closet
your blushing and speaking red
and I am watching you

I am watching you
--
move your tongue lightly on air and
tell me your stories in the most
simple word,
please
the creses in your forehead
shedding all the deatil
I am afraid to be too close to you

watching your hair fall to the side of your face
watching your veins pulsate
adorning your 5 o'clock shadow
you pushed me against the window pane
and shoved everything you had

that break me till I cant break anymore
kind of
love

I throw my arms above me---
to where I cant see them anymore
little dimness tracing at my vision

but am I blind now
or was I blind before
or am I still blind
or was I previously blind
or is this you
and this is my cycle
and you always come back

but I can never find you
and I am nowhere to be seen
perhaps on some forgein path

on my way to buy chardonnay and mint

he looks into her eyes like an astronomer completely mesmorized by the constellations above
and mapping and plotting every crevice of her body

The little ladys name was ramy she did not eat for 89 days. She would always pick fruit, and think of girls carrying cabbage. She would stand tall and always feel the air of the nearby mountains. She would race with the girls every morning for five days. She would stare into the sunflower, she would touch the wheats, she would zone out into her child hood thoughts. The little lady ramy, was her name. She had a brain malfunction, she would take corn and sway them all the time. She fell into a hypnosis and didnt come out alive. She quivered into a black machine. The lady was now in a dangerous scene. The little children would say hi misses. They would hold their knees. They would run away into the air surprisingly. The little lady would picker. She was a good lady but she forgot to hang up her white sheets. Every evening she would feel the laughs of the five girls. They would sleep orange, they would twirl in delight. The little lady was mesmorized.

I found him in a field, his feet bare and flowers in his hair.
He moved like a leaf dancing with the wind.
Mesmorized, I needed him for my own.
I fought a great battle to prove my love,
I conquered Dragons and Witches,
Slain Monkeys and Midgets.
When that battle was over, and I had won
He mended my wounds, he sang me songs of promise
A never dying love. I was in heaven, and he was my God.
We often wandered the field were I first laid eyes on him,
The wind sang songs of joy and the flowers danced when we would kiss.
The whole world seemed to embrace our love, and claim it for their own.
We would often lay just holding each other.
For a love like ours is best when minds are silent.
When messages that words bring aren't misconstrued.
Than a great cloud of white smoke engulfed the two of us,
our hands clutched together tightly, sweat and blood dripping down our arms.
The whirlwind of trouble, blew to hard for us to hold on.
We had been torn apart.
I wondered day and night, looking for the lover lost.
I climbed mountains and swam across oceans.
My heart sang only one song "Let me come home, Home is whenever I'm with you"
On day 456; I found him.
I found him in a faraway city of broken buildings, and ruined trees.
The flowers we loved so dearly are dead here. They did not dance the way they had for us once before.
I crept slowly into a rundown house, To find him in bed with another.
Singing the same songs of promise and a never dying love.
My chest opened up and out fell my heart.
It shattered into a million pieces there on the floor.
The sound startled the two new lovers,
He looked at me. He had lost the look I had once discovered.
His eyes shined like emeralds. There was no love for me in there any longer.
Our time had come to an end.. Bittersweet forever in my heart.
I shall never love another. He was the one for me.
I just wasn't the one for him.