I never had the privilege to know you well enough,
I never had a chance to meet you in person,
But I know you well enough,
To know that you've changed the lives of millions.

It takes real talent,
To be able to touch and alter,
The deepest, darkest,
Corners of the human mind.

Yet,
It's something you did almost effortlessly,
You showed us the power of the pen,
And the paper.

You may have left us,
But you will never be forgotten,
This is a promise.

My Beloved,

I wonder where you rest your head tonight
I wonder the warmth of your skin
I wonder if you laughed, or cried today
I wonder what your hope lies in

I wonder if you have talent, or wittiness, or charm
I wonder if you wish to have me tucked beneath your arm

I wonder where you are tonight and why you're not with me
But I know soon enough, My Love, together we will be

I have a special talent.
I have the ability to taste peoples personalities.
It sounds weird, I know.
But this is not a fictitious writing.

It happens only on the very first interaction with someone.
Only in person obviously-
Not through text or the phone.

I feel it-
Rather, I taste it in the first words they speak.
The first time our eyes meet.
And in one instance, the first hug.

I guess I don't "taste it"
Its more instinctual-
It almost feels like a memory.
Not like I just imagine it.
Its more like-
When you think someone said your name when they didn't.

Sometimes people taste like the smell of rain.
Some, like salt water.
some, like cloth or toothpaste.
On an occasion-
Sweet Orange Soda.

I guess I don't know if its actually personalities I am "tasting"
It just so happens that the Fellows that taste like burning rubber, or rotten cheese end up being the ones that just cant get along with me.

Its hard not to judge-
When my body does it at the instant.

Maybe its all about mannerisms, and subconscious memories.

Its odd.
Ill stick to my friends that taste like Mint and Orange sodas-
Fruit and cake dough-
Than those-
who taste like moldy bread.

So, along comes Love, who brings Passion, and Desire. Love ends up tying me up, Passion blindfolds me, while Desire takes control. Now we are ready to role. These ladies forced my hand, no plans to console. Love keeps touching my heart, has a strong hold. Passion is a work of art; touches my soul. While Desire has her *** up, legs are spread apart; trying to take control.  Love keeps on tempting me, such a tease. Passion keeps begging pretty "please", while she's on her knees. Desire won't listen, But she's dying to be pleased. They blowing my mind; I'm not talking a breeze. Loves so distracting, to busy multitasking. Passions is upset, didn't like my reactions. Desire is still her, looking for some action. Love, left with Forgiveness, and Passion left with the Compassion. Desire left  me for much stronger attractions. It doesn't matter, all three, were just distractions. Rather post it on Hello Poetry, probably get better reactions!

High off  love,
Rich estate.
Feeling so high,
I suffocate.
Foolish cries
Its's too late
Your truth; lies
won't escape.
Love is a pain,
so is Fate.
Up side down,
*******; Great!
Smoked all night,
staying up late.
Your tidal waves
neighbors wake!
You get yours,
give or take.
Gotta walk up
running late.
It's 8,
did it again,
before I ate.
Won't happen again,
I'm already late
lets just wait.
Giving me strength,
testing my fate.
we ain't friends,
Love, turned hate.
it all depends.
you coming back,
never too late...
Great.
"Yes" today,
but that was,
Yesterday,
another day.
Today, you don't
feel that way.
leaving you alone,
go away!
Changed mind, like
every other day.
Its your fault,
I'm this way!
leave me alone,
No, stay away!
Where you going?
don't walk away.
I love you...
Fine! be that way.
to be honest;
Hate you anyway.
Broken hearts; broken records -
let them play.
Either that, or
watch'em slip away.
Pulling you in
to get pushed away.
Screaming things
I shouldn't say.
Words digging deep,
getting carried away.
X's crossed out,
pages thrown away.
You did this.
I did that.
Try the other way?
It doesn't matter,
matter of fact.
Trying to stay,
But, you over react.
2 holes in drywall,
imagine that.
through heart break,
we fight back.
I'm falling apart.
keep pushing back.
10 steps forward
I'll be right back.
staying on course,
running off track,
this is so wack!
Blocking my flow,
that's bull-crap.
Just focus, and
before you know.
I'll get it back.

Sometimes I wonder
I wonder
Why's everyone looking at me?
Is it because I'm so pretty?
Than my other half says to me
As annoyed as a street musician
On a sunday
Nick your talking to me
..And quite audibly

A little picture frame fell
Full of innocence, youth, ignorance, bliss
It’s me in the millennium
I wasn’t
Too Tall
Yet
While in my clatter it crashed from the mantle
Why is it even here?
Wasn’t that yesterday?

The past will never go away
The past will never go away

But only a dream, a conscious façade
A memory is only a faulty tape
And we find we recall love not time
The things that child left behind
Were mended by grace
And cast the lines from his face
The future grieves, what is mine?
What's time but a coffin of sin
Yet I heave the shining frame to the mantle again,
Hoping to gain a childlike grin
It’s not about the past or future
It’s not about misplaced winnings
It’s the chance a man has for a new beginning

I really like to read poems all the time
but its sad to say how few actually rhyme
a lot of your poems i tend to find boring
when they honestly should leave me adoring

So if your up for the challenge
and want to show me your talent
then spit out a good rhyme
way beyond its time

So make me feel like im singing a song
with ever last word i stumble upon
so go now no time to waste
spit out those rhymes in great haste

P.S. please avoid copy and paste