Back when we used to record
sensual songs in the studio,
adrenaline beats rising in a ray
of waves, sweet rich sounds
filled with so much energy.
I could feel the rhythm of your
warm seas soaked in juicy
fluids spark my soul.  
The delicious chemistry
touching everywhere down
to the depths of my existence,
soft liquid syllables sifting
inside my milky bronze skin,
as your melanin hands harmonized
with my vivacious cheeks,
head spinning vocals reaching outer
midnight dimensions of high climaxes.

I thought I had buried the pain beneath
the clouds, half-naked and floating,
a terrible vibration exploding into
immense hurricanes, savage knifed
thoughts drowning my flesh, saw
gashed, whip slashed, a ragged beaten
roadblock falling in drunken depths.
I could feel the cold splintering blade
slicing my neck, a suicidal slain beat
filled with swelling flames, crazy
unchanging borders broken, hammered,
shoved, a damaged ocean bleeding
in strangled waves.

There I was standing in the stark cold
in New York staring at the fast-paced
traffic breezing past my sight, flashing
bright blurs blinding my eyes, heavy
rising fumes lost in the air from rusty
engines, as I breathed in the loud
vibrations and mixed creations
surrounding my eyesight.  
The towering buildings concaving
around my soul.  The high pitched
trains pounding my brain, steel
scraped railroad tracks sifting
inside broken lanes.  The blinking
stoplights lingering in helpless
shadows.  And as I gazed at the
scarlet stained sidewalks, how
the cigarette butts sunk in
meaningless mazes, screaming
embers disturbed and scorched,
scarred and surrendering,
my heart was against the wall.
I could feel everything around me
moving in accelerating speeds,
scurrying pedestrians clouding
my wild breaking frame, swollen
grayed trees clicking and blazing
in little language, red smashed stop
signs falling in between compromised
worlds, while I struggled to break
from the love that stole my heart
in the nighttime spark.  I could see
his dark twisted eyes in the shadows,
crimson-black designs destroying
my mind, smoke shattered kisses
torturing my dimension, as I
gasp deep heavy breaths,
embracing every single solid
drum shuddering inside my nation.
How was I to know that your love
could burn my flesh, razor flamed
and ******, over flattened and
rammed, a cold unrhymed beat
diminishing my existence in the
blackened skies.

The coldness had swallowed my soul,
slow rolling verbs cracking and choking,
a stripped bladed brick jaw jammed
and slammed, super high rising screams
steamed and stung, blazing and bleeding,
banging and ringing, a saw slashed mugshot
over crashed beats exploding inside my domain.

I thought I could escape the dark
addiction inside my mind, like
all the drug and *** addicts in time,
lounging around behind closed
doors blazing a blunt to suppress
my inner thoughts, trying to find
my way in a room of grinning smiles.
There was a ghostly depiction crowding
my escape, the way it sunk inside
my strange shattering soul, letting its
creepy creation brainwash my frame,
letting its ragged surface crumble
my sweet escape.  I could feel the
pressure amplifying inside my diminishing
eyes, lost in empty worlds, conflicted,
torn, diverging between sexuality
and truth, existence and chemistry,
physics and philosophy, psychology
and physiology, all changing and tilting
in dangling rhymes.  I stared outside the
stained-glass window at the faded
faces passing my home in stranded
shadows, how the innocent lovers
walked in harmonious tunes across the
deep grey pavement, how the father
and son played basketball in such
exhilarating laughter, every part of
my heart sinking as I continued my gaze.  
There was a tangled rhyme inside
my leaking lips, blinded, silent,
swallowed in scarred crevices.  
As much as I wanted to escape
the pain inside inner being,
there was a strong sensation
pulling me back
into various worlds that
I could not let go.

She says that I’m in my feelings
and I need to disentangle my thoughts
and recreate its inner meaning into
converging worlds.

I stare at her hazy hazel eyes
misplaced metaphors crammed
and out of place
a weightless existence shifting off the edge

My masculine side is reaching towards various horizons
while the feminine side sifts inside outer kingdoms
embracing flowering escapes surrounding my nation
I shall stay in hypnotic sensations
and feel the immense power spark my heart

I want to live inside the glorious
memories of our adventurous lives,
the ocean blue poetry breezing up
against our bronze skin, midnight
waves over the star-studded moon,
shimmering stars rising in brilliant
shapes.  I want to reach out and sink
inside the pleasurable times, the
midday walks across the pond
staring at the scintillating seagulls,
gleaming bright wings draped in
perfection, to marvel at such
astonishing attractions, a masterpiece
of light and thought.  And as we
travel around the world, azure
eyes full of surprise and emotion,
a flowering frame, soft flesh
above romance, I’ll never let go
of your love.