Don't look for love
it's the worst thing you can do.

It stresses you out, 
and makes you feel blue.

Makes you question everything
you thought you knew.

Question your looks, your attitude,
charm, compassion, intelligence.

You'll always be searching for answers,
Forever on the defense.

Looking for love,
is just too hard to do.

So just stop looking,
forget about love!

And when you do,
when you discover you're comfortable
just being you.

That's the time that love
will take your breath away.

It will come and hit you,
right out of the blue.

So stop looking for love!

When you're ready, 
When the time is right.

Love will suddenly,
and undeniably find you.

I fell in love with a mountain,
I worshipped her from afar.

She drew me in closer
I slept in her arms.

Gazing up into her treetops
Sleeping beneath God's stars.

The Milky Way is just a halo
My mountain wears at night.

The valley sleeps in her shadow
securely without fright.

Her protections all around.

No place on earth
I'd rather be than here.

Listening to the wind,
whistling through the air.

The smell of earth and pine
the mountain breathes,
for me to hear.

Yes, I fell in love with
a mountain, and she
doesn't even know I'm here.

She just stands in
Quiet majesty
without a care.

And in her stoic indifference
I stare up at her,

and I swear, it makes
me love her even more.

On a cold and lonely day
I sit, with pen in hand.

Blank pages lie before me,
begging for truths,
or even lies
A prize of ink,
to satiate the soul.

I fumble with a line in my mind.

Not yet have I put my pen to task.
I fumble and I start,
then recoil.

The ink still abstains from the page.

For when the ink begins to flow
it will spout truths
I didn't even know.

And in a rage, it will ravage the page.
Ravage my mind, ravage my soul.

Depleting me completely,
Until,
A calm falls upon me
like snow.

I want to touch you in a way,
that's playful, but not play.

That's gentle, yet firm.
Not taught, but learned.

Through a desire to love,
and be loved too.

Without any fears of exposing my all to you.
And a hoping that you will show all too.

So come play with me this game of love.
I long to see our future in your eyes,

Feel life's passions in your kiss,
and It's ecstasy in your sighs.

Eternity lives inside a lover's stare,
so come join with me in this gaze of love.

Let our eyes speak of things,
our tongues do not dare.

Just know,

This is no love game 

 Where we can simply pretend,
 we don't care.

I am the lone wolf
crying in the night,
I fear nothing except losing my sight.

I fear not foe, nor hunger, nor cold,
I don't even fear death
or growing old.

I only fear not having you my love,
not having you in my eyes to behold.

I scramble the high rocks
trying to reach you
in vain.

Forever removed from
my touch you remain.

So I sit bathing in your light
and I cry.

Until I howl my last,
until I join you in sky.

Touch her ****. 
Not a ***** or a squeeze.
Just a gentle caress, or pat if you please.

Hold her in your arms,
kiss her forehead.
Snuggle on the sofa watching TV,
before heading to bed.

Gaze into her eyes,
not like you've never seen them before.

But like looking in a mirror
and you know every pore,
every wrinkle, line, and freckle,
on her beautiful face.

This is the good stuff
there's no reason for haste.

And after you've made love,
Look at her and grin,
then touch her **** and whisper.

Let's do it again!

Let's get naked
And lie down on the shore.

Let the waves caress our bodies
let me touch you once more.

From here to eternity
that image burns in my brain.

As the waves purify us
make us clean again.

Baptize us together
wash all our sins away.

From here to eternity
In your arms I'll always stay.

She lies back and pictures
his hands on hers.

Beneath her skirt he moves.

His breath hot in her ear,
though he isn't really here,
She moves in a way
she knows would please him.

She sees him, she breathes him,
in her mind she can feel him.

On top of her, inside of her.
She gasps!

******* waves of emotion
rush forth, like the ocean
moving fast towards the shore.

Crashing in ecstasy, she prays,
come home to me.

allowing herself
to ride the waves of memory,
Until he returns to her.

He always returns to her.

Your lips whisper poems in my ears,
and warm the blood that flows within my heart.

My creative juices begin to boil at your touch.
But your skilled hands hold me to a simmer.

I long to write the majesty that is you,
the masterpiece you've lain upon my soul.

Your love, My love,

has made me a poet.

And you are the poetry that makes me whole.

Whisky and Poetry
The look in your eyes,
smoldering ******,
begging good times.

A bold and beautiful Celtic Lass.

Emerald eyes and auburn hair 
make this Irish heart beat too fast.

I wish I could kiss her ruby red lips,
caress that creamy skin,
with my calloused fingertips. 

So stunning in moonlight,
My eyes drink her in.

A vision of innocence 
a portrait of sin.

Just a paperback cover
in a bookstore bin.

Polarized and filtered not reality,
A 35 mm dream girl 
I'll never truly see.

But in my mind she's mine
as long as I want her to be.

Through the magic of
Whisky, and Poetry.

Four kisses, 
One for yesterday, 
One for today,
One for tomorrow, 
And one for forever.

Yesterday's kiss is long and sweet, 
covering all the times we miss.

Today's kiss is full of fire, 
searing with passion, 
it has no time to reminisce.

Tomorrow's kiss is a promise 
of all the Kisses yet to come.

And finally forever's kiss 
is the softest and gentlest kiss.

It is the kiss that makes us whole.

Given beyond the physical, 
beyond worlds, 
given from the depths of our soul.

All my kisses are for you,
as I pray yours in return.

for they are the first,
last, 
and only kisses, 
I ever hope to earn.

The open road possesses my soul
leaning to and fro,
into and through the curves of the road.

The curves life throws.

I glide, I fly, down these thoroughfares,
these desolate highways,
back roads, and byways.

Adrift on the wind that surrounds me.

Pounds me,
fills my bones, 
with its heat,
with its cold.

With a satisfaction of freedom
I've only ever known,
on two wheels.

My motorcycle is a time machine
that transports me to years long ago.

I am ageless as I hurdle forward.

A faceless, genderless soul,
behind a visor of golden sun,
obscuring the time traveler within.

But even though you can't see me,
I can assure you I am smiling. 

And I will be until
my ride reaches its end.

She swirls around me like a storm
Her rage of confusion does me no harm.

I run my fingers through her hair
and down her side, 
I calm her as she tries to hide.

Tries to hide the way she feels, 
but her trembles, beneath my fingers reveal.

Reveal all she is scared to say. 

Take my hand, I whisper, 
let me lead the way.

Through tumult, and tempest I'll guide you.

On this journey of uncharted waters,
Navigating the unsure rivers of your shielded heart.

Until hand and hand we arrive,
on the golden shores, 
of a love so true.

Poetry is pain
With a hope of tomorrow.

Underlying regrets,
Grief and sorrow.

We revise life, through words,
Of what could have been.

But hindsight is 20/20
We can't go back again.

And would we even want to?
Could we even change a thing?

Without the knowledge of regret
Now etched upon our brain.

Better to let it go,
To say we lived and learned.

And write dreams for the future,
of passions that still burn.

If you kiss me once before I die
I will not die a happy man.

I'll die wishing I had more time
to kiss you once again.

To kiss you a thousand times
Like I've done so in my mind.

Pressed against your flesh in
loves passionate embrace.

A lifetime has passed
to find us in this place.

So do not kiss me before I die.

Eternity is far too long
to ruminate on why.

Was this a kiss of love, 
or merely of goodbye?

Please, please don't kiss me!

My dying soul can not bear it.

A wordless message of love,
Soars from my heart on the wings of a dove.
Caressing the edge of Heaven,
releasing all that I have in my soul to give.
 May it settle like a blanket upon you My Love.
 Keeping you safe and warm.
 Until you're in my arms again.

Eyes on the prize 
See the truth not the lies. 
Open your heart and let the love flow through.

Take my hand walk with me,
share a laugh and a smile.

Let it all go for just a little while!
 
Don't worry about the future,
forget the past.

Life is just a moment,
a precious memory,
there is no way to make it last.

Moments and memories of Lovers and friends.
That's the prize that hides behind the lies.

No treasure of gold, will satisfy your soul,
only the love you give and receive.

And in the end,
I pray that you hold me in a way,
that lets me know that I was loved. 

Kiss me softly as I leave,
and please do not grieve.

Just remember how much I loved you.

timer set and go.
lets do this off the cuff,
on the fly, enoughs a nuff.
5 minutes to get r done, oh **** 2 minutes gone.
how much poetry can we write off
the cuff.
Sunrises, sunsets, ladies eyes i'll never forget.
picking and choosing as time flys by
1 minute left I sigh.
this poem comes to a close with one last
I love you before I go
time.

As the world moves toward a singular
race this does not bother me.

It does not affect my Heritage,
History, or Ethnicity.

I am not white, yellow, or red.

I am not black or brown.

I am an amalgam,
a melting *** in a world swirling round.

No man is a color.
No color a race.

Someday you'll have to check my DNA
to decide if you hate my face.

So I'm a little darker than you
  maybe I have a good tan,
if I stay out of the sun and fade a bit
will that make us friends again?

Games of race are senseless,
I know what race I am.

I'm a member of the human race,
just like every man.

Write a love rhyme
off the top of your head
post it in the comments below.

Valentine's Day
Is the day to say,
****, Silly, Romantic things
To make her heart soar,
cry, or sing.

Good Morning Is a prayer
not just a salutation,
and its return is the answer we pray for.

Goodnight is a promise,
that all is well and right,
and Good Mornings will follow as before.

You are my Good Morning,
my beginning, my new day.

You are the Goodnight I strive to reach.

So Good Morning My Love,
I hope your night was well.

You will be on my mind throughout the day.
Until I reach the evening,
and say goodnight to you.

My final act, my final prayer,
before my day is through.

So the stock market crashed again
Boomer's bankrolls run dry.

Can't retire this year
can't afford to die.

They say it's only temporary
in the long run we will thrive.

But what if your long run is coming to an end.

After fifty years of hard work 
they say just begin again.

**** it up, be a man, take one for the team.

Take your SS check and move to the Philippines, 
Or maybe Tijuana where you can still afford to live.

We don't need your *** in the USA 
once you've given all you've got to give.

Self deportation may be your answer
to inflation,
Go live with the Latinos you so love to hate.

Your lifetime of savings
is such a small price to pay.

After All, it's gonna
Make America Great!!!

I am a poet, that means I believe in love.
I am an idiot, that means I believe in love.

Love is not an illusion, or a confusion of the heart.

Played like a brutal game of desperation,
perspiration, and art.

I Love the art,
But I hate the game,

A feeling shared by two,
Is not open to general consensus,
of what constitutes me and you.

I am in you, you are in me,
How much more sanctification do we need?

Who's ******* approval, before our love can be true?

**** their opinions!

I choose you!

So just let it be, can't you see,
I was made for you.
And you were made for me.

And that's all the approval we will ever need!

So the billionaires tell us
we may feel a little pain,

but they're doing it all for us,
it's not for their gain.

Such noble men
these saints must be,
twisting the fabric of democracy.

How lucky am I that they do it all for me.

I'll tighten my belt and **** it up,
for the sake of my country's prosperity.

Seriously, 36 trillion is all they need!
Can that be done by making 300
million bleed?

Now I'm no mathematician,
but those numbers don't add up.

And as much as I hate to say it.

Honestly, I think we're ******!!!

Surrender to me,
your lips, your *******, your hips.

Surrender to me,
all the love in your heart,
all the passion in your soul.

Give your all to me,
here in my arms,
here in the dark.

All that you give,
I swear,
I will give my all in return.

You are the fire raging in my heart,
You are the passion burning in my soul.

You are the meaning,
the essence of love,
of life, of joy.

You've created a man,
from this once shy boy.

So Surrender to me
as I already have to you.

Together we will share
a dream that can only
be shared by two.

Building a love, a life, a world,
beyond me and you.

Beyond the physical,
beyond the spiritual.

Simply beyond anything,
we ever knew.

Her head on my chest
Softly she rests 
In the aftermath of loving.

This is the part 
The thing that touches my heart. 

I kiss her forehead
and run my fingers through her hair.

Listening to her sleeping
Lost in the feeling.

This is what love is, 
This is believing,
Conceiving something better,
I can't begin too.

Sleep peacefully My Love.

Die hard the poet's heart
Dashed with great fury against the wall.

Cursing to the heavens,
for sense of it all.

To see the beauty in the blood
 as it drips thick droplets from the blade.

To see, same said beauty, 
from a child's tears upon the grave.

Curse to the heavens.
Dash my heart against the wall.

And **** my poet eyes,
for the beauties seen in all.

Blackberry hot chocolate
My new favorite flavor.
Two things so different so good together.

A sweet indulgence,
Decadent,
like you and me baby.

A taste that lingers on my tongue.
leaves me wanting more.

They found his body decomposing
rotting away in a chair.

It took seven day for them to find him,
just sitting there.

Fingers locked to a cell phone,
battery also quite dead.

It took a brave soul to revive it,
to look and see what it said.

It said,
In my time of dying,
I sit here.

All alone, no love around,
no family, no friends,
just alone in the end.

Waiting to hear from my true love,
I hope I hear from you today.

One last I love you,
All I want to hear you say.

It came 2 days later,
but all it said was.

HEY.

Sometimes she goes slumming,
and turns up here.

But I'll take her downtown,
have no fear.

After all,
it's what she came here for.

We can do it right here,
down on the floor,
or up against the wall.

Anywhere but the bed,
that wouldn't do it all.

Her hunger must be fed
down on all fours
dress getting *****
begging for more.

Subjugating herself,
denying her wealth,
letting primal urges drive her.

So I'll supply her fantasy,
but in reality I fear.

If she knew the truth
she'd not dare turn up here.

For the truth is
That I love her!

Sun tracks high through
a Carolina blue sky.

Down twisting turning roads I fly.

Nothing quite like a Carolina morning,
Sweet Baby James rings in my ears.

Clouds mingle with the mountains
water flows from the rocks like fountains
My God I wish that you were here.

I wish you were here,
Whispering sweet love songs in my ear,
as we while away the mile on the road.

As much as I love to wander,
I'll never stray for long,
Your voice, it always calls me home.

For a Carolina Morning 
no matter how beautiful,

Is never quite as beautiful alone.

Sleeping with the bottle 
I know she's not a friend 
but when I'm feeling lonely 
she always lets me in.

Lets me in and holds me 
in her arms and in her Haze.
Lets me in and holds me,
as I drift away.

Sleeping with the bottle, 
I've tried to walk away. 
But when everyone abandons me, 
I know she will stay.

She lets me in and holds me. 
in her arms and in her haze.
Lets me in and holds me,
as I drift away.

She lets me in and holds me. 
I try to walk away.

Still her warmth keeps calling me 
But I don't want to stay.

She lets me in and holds me.
But I don't want to stay.
She lets me in and holds me.
But I don't want to drift away.

I don't want to.
No I don't, I don't want to,
Drift away.

Drift   away,
Drift   a w a y....

When I saw your face I knew
I'd love you till the end.

Even though we parted
We came back around again.

Half a lifetime has passed us by
still nothing has changed.

You're still that same sweet girl,
Who has lingered in my brain.

Smiles filled with sunshine,
wind wild in your hair,
eyes of blue still beacon me come here!

Many lovers have passed,
still my feelings have never waned.

You're still the same sweet girl
I fell in love with.

The one that I will love until the end.

Kisses short and sweet.
Kisses long and deep.
Of all the Kisses I have known, I long for yours and yours alone.
You're January I'm December, opposites yet close together.
Your thoughtful analizations,
My dreams without hesitation.
Your emotional stability.
My artistic insanity.
Your whisper to my shout, my bass to your treble.
If I'm the words then you're the song.
So take my hand and sing along.
Because the music's always better,
when we play together.

We met in a bar
had a few drinks 
did it in my car.

Just casual ***, 
all it was meant to be.

but somehow it felt like something more to me.

Her name was April, 
it was an evening in May,
now it's mid September 
and in my mind she still stays.

I visit that bar every night,
hoping she'll be there,
hoping I might, get a chance to see her.

To make things right,
to resolve these conflicts
I have in my mind.
To tell her I felt something,
can we try one more time?

To tell her it didn't feel casual to me.

But apparently, 
It did to her.

I wonder how often casual ***
is really casual?

Memories are gateways to the past.

Childhood endeavors that couldn't last.

Passages through time, 
love and laughter, joy and tears.

Moments to savor in our passing years.

Still there are memories left to make, 
Surely there are gateways yet to take. 

Highways and byways to explore.

Paths of golden light
reaching deep into the night, 
leading us to some far off cosmic shore.

Too more memories,
more roads, 
life's a book we pray
will never close. 

Even as the final chapter nears its end. 

We look for another gate, 
a portal escaping fate.

And hope for a new journey to begin.

Should we kiss?
I must admit,
I miss the taste of a woman,
the face of a woman,
the place a woman fills in my bed.

Pulling her close in the night
soft skin and silk pajamas,

better yet no pajamas,
just her soft sultry flesh
pressed against mine.

Limbs intertwined,
passion in her eyes,
Lavender Febreze
and the smell of *** cloud my senses.

And in this moment
I am tempted to let down all my defenses.

As words like love,
relationship,
and monogamy  
fill my mind.

This lone wolf life
is not all it's cracked up to be.

So back to the question: should we kiss?

My answer most definitely!

[verse 1]
I call you on the phone
a thousand miles from home
still I can feel your breath in my ear.
[guitar]
This trip has been hell,
I'm telling you baby,
It's so hard to sleep
when you're not here.

[chorus]
So hold the phone a little closer,
let my eyes drink you in.
Tell me that you want me,
imagine my skin on your skin.

[verse 2]
This tour is nearly over,
another month and I'll be home,
the crowds and the spotlight,
can't ease the pain of being alone.

[instrumental Bridge]

[chorus]
So hold the phone a little closer,
let my eyes drink you in.
Tell me that you want me,
imagine my skin on your skin.

[breakdown]
This tour is nearly over,
another month and I'll be home,

So hold the phone a little closer,
Baby, I'm coming home.
Hold the phone a little closer,
I'm so tired of being alone!

[outro]
So hold the phone a little closer,
keep holding on Baby
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home...

Prompts:
Starts with a mournful electric guitar arpeggio and steady traditional drum groove. Sad male vocals enter over sparse bass and atmospheric alternative rock textures. Chorus swells with bluesy lead guitar lines interweaving, drums intensifying. Bridge features expressive guitar solo before fading outro.