Dare not to betray,
a poet/poetess
They,
are good in their words
When, and how
to use.
When to stop.

How to make you, levitate
How to let, free fall

They might,
beautify you, above angels.
They might,
promise, sincere words

You may not understand,
their language,
beyond love.

Because, they
live inside their words
World of imagination
beyond this horizon.

They,
search freedom.

They are,
too deep
too much.

One day, two men began arguing about how the bat
was capable of hanging upside like a net on a basketball rim.
His friend, the poet tried to convince this grown man that
some fishes do jump and fly and birds do dive and swim.
He meticulously started by romanticizing the whole scenario.
After a while, he went on to add a couple of emotional elements.
Like a true poet, he became so creative and used his poetic virtuoso
to bind and piece together words and some essential components.
After about what seemed like forever, he agreed and became quiet.
Word went out that the world would be safer if everyone agreed
To argue with an unpolished writer, a failed lawyer or a poet.
So I dedicate this poem to serve as an agreement and a seed.


IB-Poetry©️
2/27/2018

Neverland is home for lost boys
Boys who are young at heart
Lost from reality
Family no matter what

Neverland is magical
So much pixie dust it’s enticing
Faith, trust, and pixie dust is key

Neverland is where time will pass no more
We'll dance and talk like little kids
We celebrate late into the magical night
Imagination and absurdity is embraced

Neverland is full of adventures
Where mermaids swim and pirates fight
Run through the jungle laughing
We poke fun at Captain Hook
Play fight with sticks

Neverland is paradise
Where we follow and ensure that the everlasting imagination is forever
Maturity and structure is taken away
Absurdity and imagination is embraced

Neverland is…
"The second star to the right and straight on till morning!"

I have a secret which feels so wrong.
There's this very beautiful lady
Who sends me photos in her thong
Morning and night, every day.
Her salutations comes via text
I haven't yet the courage to reply,
To ignore her makes me really vex.
This is reversion, a deadly play
With unknown consequences,
What do I do, how long can I resist?
I see not far through these righteous lenses
Yet without these secret messages, I cant Exist!
I caught myself secretly praying for her to stop
Another part of me doesn't want to let her go,
Maybe I can intentionally let the phone drop,
Or find a bourbon and drown my ***** ego.
Even that will not help change a **** thing
For I will still wake up to the daunting reality
Of the dilemma that has changed everything
Which is my deep little secret with this thong lady.

©️IB-Poetry
2/23/2018

Verse 1:
I want to take you to a paradise
where everything is just cool and nice
Come take the journey in my spaceship
That I built using the components of friendship.

refrain:
Come with me, come with me
Come with me to a brand new world
Come with me, come with me
Come and become my all in all.

Come with me, come with me
Come slice like a Samurai's sword
Come with me, come with me
Come with me, come help me stand tall.

Verse 2:
Come let me take you on a long romantic holiday
Come with me and help me write the melody
To the love song that we'll sing on our honeymoon
Come let's soar beyond the stars and the moon.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018