The written lyrics within his body
spins my world around and around
into sweet streaming melodies, azure
eyes watching over me as I press
my hands on the rivers of his cheeks,
let the serene waves sift inside the
pores of my skin, let the shifting
chemistry settle inside of me.  

His voice illuminates my mind,
deep vivid diction curling into the air,
towards soothing skies and bright
stars, while we lay on a bed of
satin sheets staring at the towering
mountain.  

We breathe in each other’s sensual
thoughts, traveling languages soaring
across the horizon, exciting me, shiny
blue crystals of delight, embracing
the masterpiece in our view, while you
put your arms around me and smile
in satisfaction.

I can feel
the upbeat melodies
resurrecting my synchronized feet
slick beats
pulsing spins
wheeling bars
fire sparking eyes filled
with intense bold hues
funky eyelids somersaulting
in timeless centuries
a swinging sensation
harmonizing with various nations
a rolling wave of flaming sounds
electrifying the air
dizzy landscapes lost
in the booming jam
drunken brains
deep chemistry cheeks
smoking hips fading
in mainstream dimensions
underground hypnotics
compound high blazes
complex equations
seeping physics sinking in a
lifetime of intensifying boundaries
assembling sheets flowing
in a sea of glorified grooves
a lyrical volcano erupting
into brilliant scenery
dancing diction
crystal consonants
basked in perfection
marching metaphors
lucid tambourines
drumbeating trombones
swaying saxophones
all gleaming between
the sun and Saturn
the shimmering stars and serene moon

Was I wrong to fall for a
straight man who was far
from my dimension, sublime
streets, exquisite masterpieces
I could press my fingers upon
and feel the moments of his
life sift inside my skin,
the smell of his alluring
cologne all over me, azure
eyes on the edge of my existence,
his timeless century
an invention of intelligence,
and the true rhythms of the
universe.  Was I wrong to
wish that I could spend the
rest of my life enclosed in
his arms, to travel around
the world beside his beautiful
attraction, marvel at the
magnificent scenery –
seagulls standing by the pond,
the nightlife enchantment
bursting in the boulevard,
city lights igniting brilliant
beams of pure magic in the air,
my heart coming closer
and closer to your kingdom.
Was I wrong to gaze at the
bright pictures of his dazzling
depiction, reminisce about
our times walking along the
boardwalk, hands intertwined
like two lovebirds, peering at
the shimmering sky, how the
hues changed in various creations,
how when the waves crashed
onto the shore, our bodies
came closer together, inhaling
the music moving in the breeze,
blossoming palm trees inviting
us into a night of epic passion.

I tried to resist your attractiveness,
but I was lost in the warmest parts
of your revealing bliss, awestruck
by your lovable chest, desperately
wishing to feel them, to taste
your impressive abs, grasping your ***,
yearning to step into the fierce, incandescent
flames of your dynamic design
and feel your rip-roaring grandeur
subdue my soul.

The love between was escaping into
clogged gutters, each drilling sound
a shattered sound crumbling in fallen
syllables, a dangerous wave of
accelerations gone astray.  

The stark sun that used to shine
inside our bedroom window was
slowly backing away into closed
infinities, gridlocked gates, a chamber
of backdrop kingdoms.  

The scattered dishes overcrowding
the sink were filled with pain, lingering
in abandoned dreams, as I stared at
their smeared appearance, damaging
reflections driven stone cold grey.  

Burnt picture frames hung in a cell of
confined chains, drenched dungeons,
crouched corners, an empty existence
wrinkled and strained.  My heart was
frozen underground and shoveled,
stripped and scraped, a dragging
depiction like an old man, like
a slow ticking clock, like weather-beaten
tires.

I could see the blackened trees beating
against the windowsill, a smashed
soul growing numb in dull hours,
hopeless innocence, ghostly planes
of hazy boulevards, rusted bitten
leaves turning pale, as I stepped
towards the kitchen sink, my hands
pressed against the surface of the glass,
embracing the rotating rhythms of
bone breaking beats.

Before the days I learned how to
appreciate the word nerd, how it
rolled inside my tongue in cool
crisp diction, I was the young boy
who walked down the crowded
hallways decked in casual collar
shirts and denim blue jeans with
a bookbag behind my back,
my hands holding a stack
of schoolbooks close to my chest,
the silent air surrounding me a
squared wave dragging in suspended
shadows.  I could hear the echoing
consonants sifting in broken space
towards uncharted worlds, murmuring
and dissolving in distant lakes, wide
and insane escapes dazed, scarlet
scraped, shifting behind vile and
vanishing outlines.  I was falling.
I could feel the snatching and
cracking inside my veins, the
looming liquid rises confining
in chamber circles, handcuffed,
shackled, crackled, half an inner
reality poisoned and pounding
in a thin wall of clogged chains.
I was drifting.  I couldn’t begin
to disentangle the words, how
its loud ringing beginning had
no ending, how its rhythm
in slow motion muted
my existence, the name
I was called on various occasions,
wondering if it would
ever end.  Now
as the days fade into each
other, the constant walks
across the cityscape that seeps
into late night gazes at the moon,
I have come to appreciate the sweet
blossoming beauty that defines
my captivating canvas.

When the smoke clears and the
flames come to a cease, I'll
remember why I left your
crimson slashed love and
smothered everything beneath
the grave.  

There was a time when I'd do
anything for you and inhale all
of the storms that swayed your
way, taking in the anger and pain
so that my sweet love could rise
and smile, glorify all the bright
stars across the horizon,
illuminating the moon and the
supreme gods and goddesses above.  

I was your melody, the synchronized
saxophone soothing your mind,
brightening your thoughts and feelings
on a warm summer day.  I was
your peace and freedom in perfect
Paris, taking you around the world
and showing you the adventures
that you'd never seen before.  

The days when we'd walk down
the seamless cityscape, embracing
the beauty and poetry surrounding us,
the brilliant art highlighting the
landscape.  And when night came,
the gleaming sky over our blossoming
bodies, jazzy city lights shining upon
our mansion, we'd cuddle in the bed,
thin sheets draped over our sweaty skin,
reminiscing on our future dreams.  

But your love came to a frozen standpoint.  
There was leakage running rampant
in the drains, slimy salad, cole slaw,
and stale coffee rising in the dank air.  
The pungent smell was clogging
my throat and spinning every part of
my dynasty off course.

The conjunctions were colliding
into crashed consonants, jammed
prepositions and burnt gerunds,
scorched syllables suspended
in dead dimensions.  And as I
tried to reassemble the broken
pieces in the late-night hours,
I soon realized that everything
within your volcanic galaxy
was too far out of my reach,
a radioactive mountain waiting
to explode at any moment.

When I think about the possibilities of
you and me being together, my heart
rises in high vowels, heavy desires,
a midnight passion burning in and out.
Hypnotic seduction takes over my mind,
as I rub my hands through your soft
shoulders and chiseled chests, embracing
the warmth and serenity inside your soul.
I want to feel your inner strength and
weakness, the little things inside your
frame that creates divine inventions,
seamless masterpieces, thick veins and
angles full of depth and deep poetry.
Your brown eyes are all that I need,
an intoxicating horizon that shines
over the mountains, a beautiful melody
I could listen to throughout the changing
seasons.

Back then, when it was
just you and me cruising
the streets on a summer
escape, the radio blasting
Biggie Smalls song, Juicy,
while we bopped our heads
to the beat, hypnotic hands
waving in the air, sunlit skies
smiling in sight, upbeat vibes
surrounding the landscape,
as I breathed in the afternoon
breeze, beautiful melodies
dancing in stardust dominions.  
I gazed over at your gleaming
depiction, almond bronze skin,
a magnificent mural beyond
my emerald heart, sweet rosy
cheeks a world of many desires,
ocean eyes a midnight wave of
poetry in sheer perfection.  
How was I to know that you were
the bright beginning in my existence
that would unchain the flames inside
my frame, the one shining star that
saw beyond a fading shadow,
a blossoming beauty waiting to
rise out of the ashes.

I loved the way his ****
made me feel in the midnight,
how its strong instrument made
me want to cuddle and caress
its blazing cityscape, how its
supreme existence stretched
in the air like a beautiful rainbow,
like a scintillating skyscraper.
His breathtaking thickness
moving my body in various places,
my brown skin all sweaty and covered
in his tantalizing pleasures, my eyes
bulging, lips wanting, longing to be
a strong syllable pressed against
his pulsating *****, to stroke
its hard surface with my hands,
lathering it with spit as I ******
the deepest layers of it’s appealing
world.  And I wanted to take in
everything from the depths of his
exuberant head to his majestic *****,
luminescent literature I could fall
in love with and never stop
reading, a glorious city street
filled with numerous masterpieces,
riveting attractions, dizzy stoplights
shining bright colors, deep definition,
notorious nonfiction, jamming basslines,
heavenly equations, and sophistication
gravitating towards higher frequencies.  
His trigger flaming **** reigns supreme
throughout the nation, the birth of an
astonishing king bringing funky vibes
across jazzy constellations, amplifying
drums rocking and rolling away, lost
in the good times, lost in the diamond
language soaring in the sky, all timeless
escapes, swaying rhythms, sound movements,
islands of the brightest desires where artistic
creations shimmer like a fascinating fireplace.
And all the electrifying energy reaching
incandescent galaxies, pouring sweet nectar
out from the fountains of boundless love,
the smooth ******* erupting, crushing,
luscious, smoking soul of jumping
engines, poetry of passion, infinite,
sensual, meaningful, phenomenal
patterns reverberating in Saturn.

I rolled his silky existence
inside my mouth, licked
the soft syllables until
they melt like ice-cream,
his thick dreads drifting
over me in seductive songs,
brandy eyes on the surface
of my skin, sleek cheeks
filled with starlit galaxies,
its serene depiction igniting
fiery rhymes around
my dimension, hypnotizing,
intensifying, electrifying.
His lips were gentle, pleasing,
a seamless sea moving in the
breeze, earth symmetry, supreme,
a man of great strength
and resilience, glowing like
a majestic sailor.  He shined
as I ran my fingers through
his exhilarating muscles,
the fine lines around his
arms and shoulders,
inviting veins Icould fall
inside of and caress every
immense inch.  Listen to the
rain spattering on the
windowpane, huge trees
releasing heavy melodies,
luminous leaves scattered
in various streets, his magnificent
***** a twirling timber drilling
into me, ribs rising towards ecstasy,
each moment becoming more than
the first moment, everything I could
love more than poetry.

We were deep into thirty minutes
of rough burning passion, slippery
muscles pressed against muscles,
tender thrusting vibrations pounding
inside me like a fire spinning engine
rumbling in the dark.  

The cushion of your hands gripped
my bare ******* into submission
like a nation surrendering to a
dimension of hard sounding beats.  
Our wet tongues were a swirling
motion of hot steam lifting in the
air, harmonic legs intertwined,
spinning towards an array of
flashing lights.

The things we did over the moonlit
balcony could freeze the world
into sudden silence, our bodies
laying on the red rug reeking of
hot sweaty ***, the slow moments
melting into each other as you
whispered sweet desires inside
my ears.  

And as I tasted your existence
and embraced the rattling engines
from vehicles passing on the highway,
city lights flickering at ease, the curtains
swaying back and forth in a bridge
of breezes, you were my maze of
magnificent escapes, a satisfying
pleasure over thought and poetry.

As I sit on my front porch
and gaze at the crisp wind
breezing against swaying trees
and scattered leaves, unending
dreams so serene, brilliant
masterpieces rich in suntanned
beauty, I could feel the sweet scent
surrounding the landscape seeping
inside my soul.  Blossoming flowers
filled with tranquility and heavenly
chemistry, soft breezes rising in delight
towards glorious nations, longing
sensations embedded in majestic galaxies.
Creative possibilities soaring through
the mind, from within the depths of horizons,
deepened thoughts beyond passion and art

I could feel everything encompassing me disappearing
from my shadowy eyes, the bright glowing shade deep
inside the depiction of my skin was slowly vanishing in
an outside world farther than my reach, the brilliant canvas
that used to glisten all through the night was diminishing in
a dark and silent dimension, the sun’s light was shifting in
the backdrop of my sinking frame, as I breathed in the pain
surrounding my sight, the somber light shining down
upon my shattered soul, the crying seas humming a soft
melody of vowels in the drifting air, the crazed trembling
pounding my heart into various millenniums, the disintegrating
stillness that was swallowed by the crashing sounds of waves
reaching intensifying magnitudes upon my vessel, the emptiness
in the falling landscape that was steadily declining without purpose, while I laid stretched out like a dying flower on the bare solemnness beach, feeling the ticking beat of death evaporating my existence.

I never imagined that love could
rearrange the pain and bring
about truth and light, insight
inside majestic inventions,
vivid breezes growing in
seamless glimmers, a
dazzling shimmer sweet
and synchronized, an inner
intensifying rhyme behind
endless sound stations.

When I was sixteen, I remember
when I was at my brother, Donte's,
house, watching Blue Streak on the
flat screen TV, pounding momentum
shifting in between scenes, as we
stared at, Martin, dancing in thrilling
exhilaration, thin hands holding a
brilliant blue ruby in the sunlight
sparkle.  There was an extreme joy
written all over our faces, serene
moments and heavy conversations
on a bright summer day.  

My brother would always tell me
to stay focused and never give
up on my dreams.  "Don't get
sloppy.  Don't let your talent go
to waste.”  And as I listened to
the breath of each word, how
its strong diction sunk inside
my soul, bursting bright lights
flashing gloriously, I knew I
must never give up on
my dreams.  I had a purpose
in life and incredible talent.

Now as I look back on those
days, I'm very thankful for
the many inspirational words,
how they shaped my creation
within a complicated world,
how when I was constantly
bullied and threatened,
those same words came
rushing back into my existence,
a lasting memory that I must
keep moving forward and
never look back.

There must be happiness here in this place
where I stay, the sound of the seas calling
me in the morning light, beckoning me to
come towards the window and stare at their
existence, watch their kingdom glisten like
gold, glisten like an array of galaxies,
so still and tranquil, iridescent and magnificent,
the surface of its escape a boardwalk
of infinite bridges.

What I wouldn’t give to travel
inside your universe, feel your strong
symphony ignite bright moonlight
rhymes in my mansion, sleek veins,
spotlight stamina, incandescent pages
of street magic flowing in the air.
Arms rocking to the upbeat poetry,
reverberating through the boulevard,
his hands an array of melodic sounds
touching the surface of my continent
metaphorical mountains blending
in with your tantalizing thighs,
hypnotizing Saturn beats bursting
inside your soul vibing abs, your artistic
legs a cosmic existence, a solar station
booming on my delicious *******,
thugged out sensations steaming
in high notes across your jungle
jamming chests, your jungle
jazzy **** a skyline of dreams
harmonizing with my heart.
I wanted to journey through your heaven’s
glory, the wavy walls of your hips,
sweet serenity in your strong *** muscles –
so rough and raw, eternal truths gliding
in your deep flexing cheeks, unique chemistry
and physics, sublime addition syncing
with nonfiction, halo history, sunshine
geometry.  Your divine tune a soothing
room of the earth’s greatest attractions
glowing upon your drumbeating highways
of Harlem sensations.  Your intellect
an astrological thought whirling through
my body, angled domains so symmetrical
and linear, your sunlit passion dissolving
inside my love land, influencing my landscape,
brightening the valleys in my jubilant cheeks,
flying majestically over me, giving me
tranquility and transcendence.

I am leaving the masculine
side to join the feminine
kingdom where the great
rhythms beat upon the
landscape, luminous vowels
rising and flying in reverberating
mazes, towering nouns
soaring into crystal stars,
each dancing diction a vibrant
existence elevating me into deeper
dimensions beyond reality.  
I am a gay man strutting down
the runway decked in stylish finery,
brown eyes bright like city lights,
glossy lips, engine cranking hips,
plump chests made for good loving
and rubbing, thick thighs in rhyme
with the shining skies, amazing
ankles and fascinating feet, a soft
voice rising in the riveting wind,
moving in poetic motion across the
iridescent land.

I breathed in long vowels within your frame,
taking in each letter like a flowing river,
your ebony bright eyes a pretty rhyme and
so divine, a rapping beat of hard swinging
hooks.  My fingers dived into your world
of flaming notes, brushing up against the
surface of its smooth texture to feel the
magic illuminate my heart, to listen to
your glorious music fill the air around
me, as I moaned your name again and
again.  Sensual syllables rise in the sky
like flashes of smoke, curls inside the
amazing scenery of Venus, gleaming
beauty and eternal words of great
thought.  I worked your existence inside
my mouth, let the breathtaking mazes
amplify within my body, let the moonlit
derivatives travel towards superior galaxies,
the motions of your vast shapes sputtering
electric equations.  I wanted the ground
blazing poetry within you to soar inside
of me, so that I could inhale your magnificence
and supreme dynasty.

I nuzzled inside the wings of your arms,
soft strong muscles welcoming me into
a space of serenity, solid chests pressed
against my flesh, breathing in the love
songs rising from your existence.  I want
to taste every wave of your creation and
embrace the glorious scent of freedom,
our bodies floating in a sea of passion
like two lovers diving in deeper depths
towards sensual skylines.

I want to feel your warm touch circle
my cheeks and shoulders, sparking the
tenderness inside my cells, as we drift
away into the night, our astonishing
frames spinning inside various galaxies,
lost in shimmering Saturn, the flaming
fire between us taking us on a magical
ride across the horizon towards enchanted
escapes.

Let’s pay homage to many innocent black lives that were taken by
the corrupt system:  Martin Luther King Jr.  Malcom X.  Emmett Till.  George Stinney.  Will Brown.  Sandra Bland.  Trayvon Martin.  Ahmaud Arbery.  Breonna Taylor. George Floyd.  David McAtee.  Natosha “Tony” McDade.  Yassin Mohamed.  Finan H. Berhe.  Sean Reed.  Steven Demarco Taylor.  Ariane McCree.  Terrance Franklin.  Miles Hall.  Darius Tarver.  William Green.  Samuel David Mallard.  Kwame “KK” Jones.  De’von Bailey.  Christopher Whitfield.  Anthony Hill.  Eric Logan.  Jamarion Robinson.  Gregory Hill Jr.  JaQuavion Slaton.  Ryan Twyman.  Brandon Webber.  Jimmy Atchison.  Willie McCoy.  Emantic “Ej” Fitzgerald Bradford Jr.  D’ettrick Griffin.  Jemel Roberson.  DeAndre Ballard.  Botham Shem Jean.  Robert Lawrence White.  Anthony Lamar Smith.  Ramarley Graham.  Manuel Loggins Jr.  Wendell Allen.  Kendrec McDade.  Larry Jackson Jr.  Jonathan Ferrell.  Jordan Baker.  Victor White III.  Dontre Hamilton.  Eric Garner.  John Crawford III.  Michael Brown.  Ezell Ford.  Dante Parker.  Kajieme Powell.  Laquan McDonald.  Akai Gurley.  Tamir Rice.  Rumain Brisbon.  Tony Robinson.  Mario Woods.  Quintonio LeGrier.  Gregory Gunn.  Akiel Denkins.  Alton Sterling.  Philando Castile.  Terrance Sterling.  Terrence Crutcher.  Keith Lamont Scott.  Alfred Olango.  Jordan Edwards.  Stephon Clark.  Danny Ray Thomas.  Dejuan Guillory.  Patrick Harmon.  Jonathan Hart.  Maurice Granton.  Julius Johnson.  Jamee Johnson.  Michael Dean.  Keith Childress.  Bettie Jones.  Kevin Matthews.  Michael Noel.  Leroy Browning.  Leroy Nelson.  Miguel Espinal.  Nathaniel Pickett.  Tiara Thomas.  Cornelius Brown.  Jamal Clark.  Richard Perkins.  Michael Lee Marshall.  Alonzo Smith.  Anthony Ashford.  Dominic Hutchinson.  Lamontez Jones.  Rayshaun Cole.  Paterson Brown.  Christopher Kimble.  Junior Prosper.  Keith McLeod.  Wayne Wheeler.  Lavante Biggs.  India Kager.  Tyree Crawford.  James Carney.  Felix Kumi.  Asshams Manley.  Christian Taylor.  Troy Robinson.  Brian Day.  Michael Sabbie.  Billy Ray Davis.  Samuel Dubose.  Darrius Stewart.  Albert Davis.  Salvado Ellswood.  George Mann.  Jonathan Sanders.  Freddie Blue.  Victo Larosa.  Spencer McCain.  Kevin Bajoie.  Zamiel Crawford.  Jermaine Benjamin.  Kris Jackson.  Kevin Higgenbotham.  Ross Anthony.  Richard Gregory Davis.  Curtis Jordan.  Markus Clark.  Lorenzo Hayes.  De’Angelo Stallsworth.  Dajuan Graham.  Brandon Glenn.  Reginald Moore.  Nuwnah Laroche.  Jason Champion.  Bryan Overstreet.  David Felix.  Terry Lee Chatman.  William Chapman.  Samuel Harrell.  Freddie Gray.  Norman Cooper.  Brian Acton.  Darrell Brown.  Frank Shephard III.  Walter Scott.  Donald “Dontay” Ivy.  Eric Harris.  Phillip White.  Dominick Wise.  Jason Moland.  Bobby Gross.  Denzel Brown.  Brandon Jones.  Askari Roberts.  Terrance Moxley.  Anthony Hill.  Bernard Moore.  Naeschylus Vinzant.  Tony Robinson.  Charly Leundeu “Africa” Keunang.  Darrell Gatewood.  Deontre Dorsey.  Thomas Allen Jr.  Lavall Hall.  Calvon Reid.  Gerdie Moise.  Terry Price.  Natasha McKenna.  Jeremy Lett.  Kevin Garrett.  Alvin Haynes.  Artago Damon Howard.  Tiano Meton.  Andre Larone Murphy Sr.  Leslie Sapp.  Brian Pickett.  Frank Smart.  Matthew Ajibade.

There are so many more that have died at the hands of the prejudice system.  All of you will never be forgotten.  Your legacy will forever live on.  Rest in Paradise to the fallen angels.

The outer world has drifted
away into a nonexistent
dimension, while the inner
world hovers in silence,
waiting for its counterpart
to return.

There I was standing in the middle
of a mountain staring at the scorched
moon blazed with rising shadows,
fiery crimson languages howling in
the burning air, a chilled broken note
floating in faint melodies, cracked,
crumbling consonants, distorted,
unwanted, slowly fading further
out into a distant swollen shore,
drowning under a cloud of gray smoke.

What is this sensation inside my soul
that drives me to the deepest depths
of your existence, hypnotic hazel eyes
an amplifying addiction awakening
astonishing landscapes across various
dimensions, starlight designs flashing
in jazzy rhymes, seamless outlines
spinning in time, midnight horizons
surrounding your shimmering sight,
as I sift inside your mind, lost in a world
of spellbinding light.

I remember late nights when you
used to spend the night at
my house sitting on the living
room floor, pecan brown eyes
filled with flight and freedom,
vibrant dreams and serenity,
almond hipped shoulders
in tune with the spinning
soundtrack, as I gently
massaged your head,
thin fingers wedged
in between brilliant
worlds, supersonic
galaxies spinning in sight
beyond Neptune and Venus.
And every part of my soul
was fading inside your
existence, cosmic cheeks
rising in upbeat melodies,
atomic hips over jazzy
diction, iconic infinities
grinding in timeless rewinds.

Back in the 90’s, I remember the fun we used
to have in the summer time, cruising down the
spiraling streets of sweet escape, the stark sun
pouring down its intense sunbeams onto
our skin, the overcrowded pedestrians scurrying
through the streets into parking lots, shopping malls,
flashy restaurants, some standing at the carwash,
water-soaking their vehicles to a finishing polished glow,
others sitting at the bus stop conversing on some random topic,
while Biggie’s, music, One More Chance, escaped
from the radio into the air, our hands lost in gravity
at the smooth, synchronized beats, our heads bopping
and bouncing with steady motion, the bright, sparkling
flash in our teeth, as we passed through the cityscape,
drifting into dreams of freedom, the sky above us staring
at the captivating canvas, and the smile written in our faces,
while a group of guys standing on the corner of streets, smoking
cigarettes one after another, and young, petite girls sneaked a peek
at us, rocking in slow motion to the reverberating sounds
rumbling through our vehicle, girl’s hips swinging nonstop, like
they were uncontrollable, like they were on a wave of uncharted
territories traveling the gaudy scene to a world of glistening paradise.

Your love covers me
in a bed of red roses,
leaves a detailed trace
of lyrical sexiness
on my flesh.

I see you glisten
in a constellation
of brilliant hearts,
a blooming work of poetry
with the words running
off the pages of your book.

This poetry has stolen
my soul.  Every time
I write, I can feel a part
of me seeping inside the
pages of each written diction.
I am becoming a poet living
within inner worlds,
embracing the seas
of other lands,
feeling the magic
illuminate inside
my existence, the
rhythm of the pen
in my hands an incandescent
depiction of brilliant depths.

I was sick to my stomach, coughing up
slimy squash, smashed green beans, bitter onions,
and sour milk, my tongue burning, searching
for evacuation from this devastation, sinking,
slipping, breaking down with no sound, my mind
disoriented, contorted, a slow shortage, stumbling
on slippery sidewalks as I felt like I was going crazy.
My body was exhausted, blocked, fallen, swollen,
broken, aching to the bone as I longed to break free
from the ruthless rhythms slashing my mangled skin
in a million bridges of bruised diction.  I was tired out,
my eyes bloodshot red, dead, tears flowing, fears growing,
feeling insanity, unbalanced, battered muscles, struggling,
my lips crusty and cracking, lacking, disappearing in a
blackout, my brain on overload, slowed, cold, blowing
out of proportion as my heart pounded like a blazing
torpedo crashing on planet Mars.  My nerves were
running wild, fighting to survive through the night
as my darkened cells collided with my crushed lungs,
drowned equations, delayed responses, flayed, splayed,
crazed consciousness suffocating in extreme gradations.
I was a worthless square root within a square root,
a divided vowel, a stinging metaphor blended in
with swelling similes, blackened alliteration,
grayed conjunctions and gerunds, insane errands,
unable to function, unloving, interrupted, drugged
in solid gooey mud as I screamed for freedom.
My existence was drifting into unaccustomed
territories, flamed, slain, unclaimed, unchanging,
blanking out, everything uneven, unbelieving, uncensored.

I flowed into the beat,
breathing you deeply
into my creation,
swallowing your titillating alliteration,
the aromatic syllables,
the rich, succulent similes
synchronizing with the fine metaphors.

I was choking on complex conjunctions
and gerunds, unable to function
in the immense junction where your love
glistened like a constellation of diamond crystals,
lost in your overload of supreme sauciness,
so litty with it, pulling me into your primetime design.
into the grand slamming anthems playing
in your kingdom of perennial delectation.

You look into my eyes, and I get
so excited inside, smiling, my heartbeat
rising, shining, such a ray of sunshine,
sweet paradise at the right time, so divine,
your body giving me all the signs of lucid
loving, harmonious highs hovering
in the bright cerulean sky.  I got you
on my mind, and I can’t stop hoping
that somehow you can see that you and me
are meant to be, come to me with your caring
and joyful heart where I don’t have to look
so far to seep in your glorious land of dreams,
welcome your embrace, make me escape
inside your flowering nakedness.  I imagine us
bathing in a tub of bathwater together, consoling
each other, kissing, touching, rubbing, our hands
making water bubbles and blowing them out.
I dream of you wrapping your arms around me,
your chin pressed on my shoulders, your cheeks
caressing mine, telling me how much you adore me,
how there’s no one in the world like me, how you
will never abandon me for another. I can’t
help but love all the things that you do,
how your fineness is irreproachable, so lucky
to have a glowing rose like you, a great gem
that illuminates my aura.  I get so lost
in your visions love, incapable of holding back,
wanting to give my all to you, to lean
into your serenity, wallowing in your charming
world, everything so precious and coveted,
refreshing to the soul, pure poetry dipped
in delicious honey.  I write you into my life
a thousand times and more, each time
reorganizing the lines to make the words
flow so smoothly, to read each stanza
in silence and marvel at my penmanship,
how the syllables and vowels elevate
to higher escapes, how the verbs and adverbs
stir my starry spirit, how the prepositions and gerunds
glisten in their own light, how the similes sparkle
and stream with the magnificent metaphors,
giving me the deepest feelings ever.

My girlfriend is sobbing
in the shadows and I
don’t know what to do
to calm her down.
my heart is throbbing in
this empty space of
stained walls.
Look at my lost love.
her sullied face is
beneath light and
darkness.  And here
I stand by the bedroom
door staring at my falling
lotus blossom.

You don’t need to
worry about your problems.
I will be there for you
to solve all of them,
to keep you focused,
allowing you to grow
into an astonishing king.
I will never bring pain
into your life.
I will treat you right,
multiply your dreams
and intelligence
into the greatest success.
You will never lose
when in love with me.
I’m here for you always.

His hazel eyes
invites me inside his desires,
unrelenting chemistry,
bright dimensions of bliss
rousing my soul
with his deep and tender affection,
his gratifying vibe
that eliminates my doubts
about exploring the unknown
and feel your strength
sway inside my system.

He transports me
to the most breathtaking places,
writing poetic songs on my skin,
bringing me into the beat
of his immersive world,
a chocolate love that comforts me,
enhances his inspirational messages
to me as I luxuriate in his warmhearted embrace.

I became sprung on a man’s humongous hammer,
lost in its immense length and strength,
its brilliant dimensions of sheer exhilaration
creating amazing poetry in my head, how it sways
back and forth like a Yo-yo, so appetizingly
adventurous, a smooth swirl of sweet nectar
overflowing in my mouth, all compellingly delicious.

I cherished the power of a man’s stimulating sword,
how delicate and soft it was, how it grew hard and ripped,
upbeat, exuberant seas of deep dreams, so lurid and lyrical,
tasteful consonants and syllables, voluptuous verbs
grooving with various gerunds, galvanizing metaphors
and similes, brick beats so lit and sick, such a savage ****,
a hood ****, so thick and juicy, steaming streams so serene,
luscious liquid filling me up with blazing lust.

These are the moments that my heart longs for,
sweet tender kisses beside the cozy fireplace,
dancing bright eyes flashing all around the
flamboyant space,
harmonic hypnotized minds sinking into the
upbeat groove of Isley Brothers song,
I’ll Always Come Back To You,
smooth toned sounds curling inside our chests,
as you rest your gentle head upon my thighs.
And as I run my fingers through your dreads,
sensuous sparks bursting in the beautiful air,
I can feel the ignition to your engine rising
so softly in the serene air.
And as I watch you drift asleep into the night,
slow breaths rising and falling endlessly,
I can hear the rhythm of your heartbeat humming
so peacefully,
a starlit world elevating towards transcendence.

Your flesh was so breathtaking.  Heated anticipation.
Monumental symmetry seeping into my cells.  
Celestial Saturn shining in your globe.
The engine of your machine growing
in my mind.  Sublime islands of Hawaiian
vibes radiating through your kingdom
deep inside my paradise world.
Soothing sounds surrounding your starry eyes.
Red roses scattered across your glowing
surface.  Gravity bringing us closer
together in a space of delicate creations,
our bodies touching, sensuous spots rising
in chemistry, journeying across the seas
into rainbow realms where our glistening
skin merge and magnify in the midnight
scenery, creating universal upbeats.  
Our climatic inventions elevating towards
ecstasy, sniffing the luscious *** swirling
in the air, our frequencies blending
in with time, feeling the planetary elements
within our inner vessels interlock and produce
towering dynasties of drumming passion.

I’m losing my mind in the dark, dreary shadows,
destructive doors are closing everywhere in sight,
so many words I want to say, but when I open
my mouth, letters are scrambled, nothing makes sense,  
everything is on overload, flooded thoughts
traumatizing my brain, stressful nights intensifying
to unquestionable degrees, diminishing, falling
into the greatest depths of depression,
surrounded by colorless clouds,
state of mind shifting to suicide,
painful splinters piercing my inner existence,
irrelevance screaming and shouting,
unsettling depictions carved in jagged letters
across my stained skin, drowned, darkness
clouding my dreams, choking me in the shadowy,
flaming woods, swaying trees tumbling on my lifeless soul,
ferocious winds dragging me beyond the brutal crimson sea,
as waves upon waves devoured me, left on the cold, chilly ground,
breathing and wheezing, crying and moaning, sinking in my shattered ship.