My life's happiness is
what her
spiritual soul
monopolized.

Until one
summer's night,
I lost
them both to
negligent
homicide.

Lips that
are now a
smile's suicide.

And a heart
that now
drowns underneath
every
ocean's tide.


written by me... ..

Dreams are subconscious realities of the mind.

Colors are pigmented pleasures for the eyes.

Fresh cut grass is the garden of Eden when we inhale.

Life is great anticipation just waiting for exhale.

Nevermind ones wounded pride.

It only seems to unleash a living beings animal inside.

Fill yourself with love.

Give yourself to Him above.

The weight of the world can sometimes find us.

Breathe, not only because it is a must.

But breathe because in God we trust.

Scars will still remain but freed of pain.

Leave the anchor....leave the chains.

Please...oh please, come out of the rain.



written by me... ..

if only
love were a tourniquet

if only
love were a chemotherapy

if only
love were bombs dropped by a fighter jet

if only
love replaced hate as our full time memories

if only
love would stop violence at every sunset

if only
love were something to never regret

if only...


written by me... ..

I have so much more that I want to say,
to you.

Can I mute the world and share my words with a rose that is,
my favorite hue?

Your color,
it mimics an Aruban sky's
fantastic blue.

Allow me to speak and melt into one, and no longer two.



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*** is a mere spasm that vibrates the bed

While making love is an earthquake that shakes the entire world


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If I could steal just one kiss from your lips?

I would no longer need to steal.



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Her tears;
only watered
his ego.

His ego;
was maniacal
and never full.

Hence;
their saharan
relationship withered with no room to grow.

Sobbing;
once again with head is hands,
her future she is left to mull.



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She expressed
sullen hues
as she whimsically
finger painted,
on her open air canvas with
one finger and
her eyes
focused on
the heavens above.

"Woe is me".
She paints
in tattered dress
and short breaths
questioning her life's agony.

She asks;
'is there ever an oasis to reward my life lived in the nocturnal forest'?

She cries;
'my palette is bountiful of bright and cosmic hues and yet, I elect to paint in tortured blacks and midnights'.

'The storms and shadows are relentless', she exclaims.

'I think that I just want to be like everyone else',
she says.

'But then again,
do I' ?

She dips her finger in the hue of onyx on her palette and she whispers...
'naw'!



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As his fingers
laced themselves
around her neck;
he found it-
hard to breathe
himself.

You're the pill that I should never take.
You're the sugar cream on my favorite slice of cake.

Your ******* taste like candy Dot gumdrops.
Your deep inner thighs leave me licking my chops.

You're my breathless,
pulse pounding fantasy.
You're the one that I would love to form a 'we'.



written by me... ..