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Bus Poet Stop Oct 2015
entering arms entwined
a state of grace

offer you body warmth
to burn us together for always

tongue licks your love
the buds of taste blossom yet again

chest beating thrum
celebrates your continued existence

fingers tease you at the junctures
that pleasure reveals the magi's adoration

but

I love you best with
the love of words,
for this is the poet's way,
condense
touch sight sounds smell sensual
into what words he can give that

cost so much, held so dear,

that it is the
cherish

that
is
the
best
of
him
Oct 24, 2015
7:48 am
deep within
Bus Poet Stop Apr 2019
not much he reasons, resonating the question,
in the resounding places where both are congruent kept

we talk of lines all the time, line divisors of our
denominators and our numerators,
but truth and secrets are 1/1
so the rational number is always one indivisible whole,
with liberty for both,
when
the glass shackles^
be broken

but let us not dance around the marshmallow fire,
while watching clocks melt as our memory persists,
so secrets and truths have a rigorous solute/solution relationship,
yet, the dividing line melts over time and the answer

in all the poems that the body worked,
with experience, you can see the works becoming
the body solution blended,
undefined admixture, defined, refined, all just fine,
for the microscopic difference is in the eye of the beholder
but requires breaking
the glass shackles^

for
one will enchain
one will set you free
when their meld is melted
Drop in the Sea Apr 2019
Your parent couldn't walk this way
This doesn't mean , you cannot too
everyone is unique,no exceptional
So Maybe there's no way for you

But why do not try to find it
If you know when to stop
To not continue an endless story
Leading just to broken heart
Sergio Gonzalez Apr 2019
Who knows when this world will stop
When the winds will change
And my heart will drop

I live this life knowing  
Only what I’ve learned
Whether good or bad

It’s days like these where I reflect
The light of the sun
And when darkness comes
I’ll fight tooth and nail
To see your shining hair
Brush upon mine

But for now
I’ll keep my selfish secrets
For no apparent reasons
Other than to remain an enigma
To your mellow heart

Sunday afternoon
With nothing to do
But fall in love
Jon-Luc Apr 2019
I stopped waiting for reciprocation that would never arrive,
I stopped leaving the doors open for you when we left,
I stopped letting others give me the purpose you
Once gifted.
I
Started
Anew
To
Renew
OpenWorldView Apr 2019
A life
means nothing
from afar,
but everything
up close.
Think of all the wars we wage
and the faceless victims.
Rachel M Apr 2019
I am responsible
For me, and my actions;
I do my part for things to go smoothly
Honestly, you don't even do a fraction.

I paved the way for this to work
You trailed, staggering behind me
Creating potholes wherever you could
And you make it known, just to be a bully

I make mistakes sometimes,
We all do
I'm not excusing my trivial wrongdoings
But neither are you.

I thought you were my friend
I can clearly see that we're not
That is why I do not owe you
Another millisecond of my thoughts

I don't owe you anything.
You are in debt to me.
But I'm not being petty, or rude, or mean.

Just leave me alone.
I want nothing to do with you.
Pull up your socks and move on,
As we all should. As I have done, and will continue to do.
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