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Oct 2023 · 56
Ink of the soul
Leo Janowick Oct 2023
In the depths of the heart, where emotions reside,
Lies the ink of the soul, a river that can't hide.
A potent elixir, flowing through our veins,
It paints our experiences, our joys, and our pains.

With every beat, it pulses, a rhythm unique,
Writing stories untold, in a language so mystique.
Words woven together, forming intricate threads,
Expressing the thoughts, that dance in our heads.

The ink of the soul, it knows no bounds,
It captures the essence, of life's profound sounds.
It weaves tales of love, of longing, and desire,
Igniting the sparks, that set our souls on fire.

In every stroke, it reveals a hidden part,
A glimpse into the depths, of a vulnerable heart.
It bleeds onto pages, or whispers in the wind,
A reflection of the soul, where true selves rescind.

Sometimes it's vibrant, like colors of the dawn,
Painting dreams and hopes, as a brand-new morn.
Other times it's somber, like shadows in the night,
Expressing the darkness, that seeks to take flight.

But through it all, the ink of the soul remains,
A testament to the human spirit's resilient strains.
It speaks of resilience, of courage, and of grace,
Echoing the stories, that time cannot erase.

So let us embrace, this ink from within,
And let it guide us, as we begin again.
For it is through its flow, that we find our truth,
A testament to the beauty, of the human soul's sleuth.
Oct 2023 · 41
The sea
Leo Janowick Oct 2023
Oh, blue sky by the sea, so vast and wide,
With hues of azure, where dreams reside.
A canvas of tranquility, stretching afar,
Where the waves dance, like a shining star.

The sun's golden rays, gently caress,
As the sky and sea merge, in a tender embrace.
Whispers of the wind, a gentle breeze,
Carrying the scent of salt and peace.

Seagulls soar high, their wings unfurled,
As if they're painting strokes, in this watery world.
The rhythm of the waves, a lullaby,
Serenading the shore, as time goes by.

The sand beneath my feet, so soft and warm,
As I walk along, in this tranquil form.
Footprints left behind, a fleeting trace,
In this timeless moment, a sacred space.

The symphony of nature, in perfect harmony,
As the waves crash, with wild and mighty glee.
A symphony of colors, a masterpiece divine,
Where the sky and sea merge, in a cosmic design.

Oh, blue sky by the sea, a sanctuary of peace,
Where worries are silenced, and troubles cease.
In your embrace, I find solace and grace,
A sanctuary of serenity, in this sacred place.

So, let me wander, by the shore and sky,
With awe and wonder, in my heart and eye.
For in this moment, I am truly free,
In the presence of the blue sky by the sea.
Aug 2021 · 215
Happy Life
Leo Janowick Aug 2021
The secret of a happy life
  Is knowing how to live,
And recognize the time and place
  To take away or give.

To gather joys we must be fair
  In all we say and do;
The happiness is free to take,
The rest is up to you

Most people walk a rightness path,
  And do their very best,
To foster peace and brotherhood,
  While feathering their nest.

Still there are those, who lie and cheat,
  With underhanded ways,
Believing they can forge ahead
  And gain some unjust praise.

And actually they may just feel
  Their neighbors thru the years
wear a mask of make believe
  To hide their self made fears.

But happiness does not exist
  Upon their shakey shelves,
As skies are always gray for those
Who cannot face themselves.
      Leo M. Janowick
      January 16, 1976
Jul 2021 · 196
Leo Janowick Jul 2021
It's not that I just think of you, every now and then,
Or that I sometimes hope that I, will see you once again.
It's not that you're the late night thought, I try to keep at bay,
Or that I wonder how you are, when I start my day.
It's not that I wish you were here, when I feel alone,
It is that I look for you, in an empty room,
And that since you walked away, all I see is gloom.
It is that I overthink, everything you said,
And that no matter what I try, you're always in my head.
It is that everything I think, and all the things I do,
are drained and soaked and coloured black, by the loss of you.
Jul 2021 · 148
Leo Janowick Jul 2021
I don't know what the deafening scream of your silence tastes like...
How does your smile echo taste? The footprint left by your steps I don't even know what your sad eyes taste like... I don't know what your hugs taste like... I don't know what you taste like... But I want to know.
Jan 2021 · 162
Without me
Leo Janowick Jan 2021

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I am not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you will miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It almost seemed impossible
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I have promised you.
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things.
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
Dec 2020 · 369
As I’ve aged
Leo Janowick Dec 2020
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
From a Friend to you
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.

I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebodys beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I dont question myself anymore. Ive even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
Oct 2020 · 463
The Pen
Leo Janowick Oct 2020
My mind feeds the Pen words
as quickly as the paper can swallow;
Feasting on emotions and notions
hand-fed from my heart

Now and again my mind overindulges
on expressions and craves a pause;
Knowing any respite is short-lived,
the pen stays ever on the ready.

Fully aware that the writing never ends.
Aug 2020 · 150
Leo Janowick Aug 2020
Lay your pens down
Push your papesr aside
Rest your cell's charge
And cease your finger pride

Now ease your thoughts
Relaxing your mind's courts
As I ask you in verse
To kneel
Your third eye
Your soul
And seer in your reveal
In comprehension to prayer
Of poetical readers
Who see us dear

May we ink in truth
To verse in veracity of ideals
Penning influence's tooth
To readers of our halls
Who peruse here to escape
With harboured thoughts in their falls
Find release
Inking in colours we collaborate

As we divine the mysteries of life
In the glory of observance of strife
May our devotion through human restraint
Be the blessings we can learn to paint
For our selection being here
Is reasons to connection
We chosen few
Are morning words to our reading crew
The daily sentences to their life's choices
And nightly thoughts through spoken voices

As long as we breath at the end of our word
We give thanks by expressing our heard
So let us go forth
To spread lines true in our pens
And let the ink in our veins be our clense
Jul 2020 · 83
She Writes
Leo Janowick Jul 2020
"She writes because she doesn't really know how to explain what she's feeling and what she's going through. Maybe writing will help her and others like her going through this. Sometimes she reads quotes and poems, and totally connects with the words... and feels what she just read told how she felt perfectly more than she can ever explain to you. Someone gets it. Someone understands, and it's comforting to know she's not alone in her feelings. To feel such sadness and be withdrawn is to feel like a shell of a person of who she once was. She's existing, but not really living. She's surviving to make it through another day, knowing she has to wake up and do it all over again. She wants to be her happy soulful person full of laughter. She wants to truly enjoy the little things through the day and special moments without this dark sadness inside her. She misses that part of herself and wants it back. So she writes. She writes to help herself whenever she needs to calm her thoughts and tears coming down her face for no reason. Be patient with her. She's a work in progress, but she'll get there."--
Jul 2020 · 115
The Break
Leo Janowick Jul 2020
Did you hear the crack
When my heart broke into tiny little pieces

Did you hear my pain
As my cries went out into infinity

Did you care
That the love you offered was only temporary

Did you once think of me
As you left me barely standing

Did you even wonder about the wound you left behind
Healing the break will be a long long time

Did your heart even feel a twinge of remorse
As you added me to your causalities

Did you consider the many hearts you plundered
On your way to number one

Did you think about the day when your game is done
When no girl will take a chance on you

Did you forget your reputation will be known to all
Did you ever think one day you will fall

Did you stop mid-stride when the love you offered
Was stone cold stone rejected

Did you fail to realize
What goes around, comes around
May 2020 · 135
Leo Janowick May 2020
Long before the Ink
  Makes love to the paper....
The Poetry is not there
  looking for the pen....
May 2020 · 171
Leo Janowick May 2020
Sometimes I can't help but wonder...
wonder where I would be,
If you hadn't come along
just when you did and rescued me.
Babe, there's something I need to say,
something I need to explain.
From the day you walked into my life,
nothings really been the same.
I really can't remember exactly,
what I thought I was doing...
I can't remember exactly,
where I thought I was going.
There was a time when
I wasn't sure I'd see another day.
Just when I thought I was done...
destiny sent your precious heart my way.
Whenever I'm tired or just feeling down,
and I see you stop and reach for me,
you have a way of lifting me up...
you can always set my worries free.
You've been like a guiding light...
my compass when I'm feeling lost.
With you, there's no mountain I can climb,
there's no river I can't swim across.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder...
wonder where I would be.
Sometimes I can't help but think,
that God made you just for me
Apr 2020 · 144
Leo Janowick Apr 2020
A Library Burns.....
When Someone Dies.....
What Will I...Leave Behind?.....
Are You My Only, Lonely Witness.....
To A Life Gone Untold.....
Will My Legacy Unfold.....
Will My World Be Put On Hold,...Or Sold.....
To The Highest Bidder?.....
All My Laughter, The Tears.....
All My Triumphs, The Fears.....
All My Heartaches, Via-pain.....
Are You The Only Witness To Remember My Name?.....
A Whole Library Burns.....
When Somebody Dies.....
What Will I,,, Leave Behind?.....
Apr 2020 · 313
Leo Janowick Apr 2020
I am living the pandemic mode
It was totally unexpected
Never in my furthest dreams
Did it occur to me that I would be going through this

Pandemic mode

It seems so unreal
Like the movie Contagion
Everywhere I look, it’s empty
Very few people are out
There’s a countrywide lockdown

Pandemic mode

Every day people wait for the numbers
Hoping to hear there’s a decrease
All around the world people hold their breath
Every person on the planet is going through this
There’s no discrimination

Pandemic mode

The definition of hero has changed
Instead of athlete or celebrity
It’s doctors, nurses, front line workers
Teachers, scientists
People keeping the world running

Pandemic mode

We stay hidden away
Unable to go out
Afraid to see another
Never knowing where the illness is
Hoping for a miracle
But patience is required

Pandemic mode

Nighttime demons appear
Offering frightening visions
Waking us from our slumbers
Having us crave the morning light
For safety and solace

Pandemic mode
Apr 2020 · 106
Leo Janowick Apr 2020
Those among us rise and shout
I've got the virus please get it out
Pray for it to be untrue
Life has changed for me and you
Let no stones go unturned
The bodies pilled as they burn
Misfortune overturned
Life on pause .hopelessly concerned

Never planned to get up n get the *** out
Sit on the porch and watch the sky fall down
Poor man's fitting end .gonna go out like I came in. nowhere to run they won't you go hide. please don't get to close as you walk by

I stand corrected. never seen no **** like this. thought I'd seen it all until the pandemic set in

Those among us rise and shout
I've got the virus please get it out
Pray for it to be untrue
Life has changed for me and you
Let no stones go unturnd
The bodies pilled as they burn
Misfortune overturned
Life on pause .hopelessly concerned
Feb 2020 · 82
Count on you?
Leo Janowick Feb 2020
I dont have no pretty pictures today
Nor do I have any pretty words to say
Im in a funk that I cant shake off
I wish it would just go the hell away

Ive tried to call my angels as I always do
And they still do hear me call
And even though they come to me
Its just no help at all

I sit here in my darkness and just cry
I cant seem to see a clear blue sky
And if you were to ask me whats wrong
I will probably try to tell a lie

The reason for my sadness is too much to say
And I have forgotten how to be strong
Im sick down deep inside and I need fixing
But the help I need is taking far too long

And so I hold my breath and just keep waiting
And wonder how Im still here writing all these words
I feel like it is groundhog day every day that I wake up
And the constant stress is becoming more absurd

Please help me get through just another day
Another minute,another hour or two
If my angels cannot help me here right now
Perhaps there is a chance I can count on you
Dec 2019 · 157
Twisted Love
Leo Janowick Dec 2019
I close my eyes in the dark.
I whisper your name with a
slight sigh.
Your scent still lies on my
It drives my senses crazy.
I bite my lips.
I try to fight my body's urges.
I feel that I am losing my
You dominate over me like
no one has before.
I give up.
I move like a puppet,
dancing in the rhythm of
your passion, while I still
feel your hands all over
me, touching me in the
most wicked way.
I moan.
My body moves like it is
mine no more.
I explode.
Submissive of your dark
Slave of your twisted love...
Dec 2019 · 129
Leo Janowick Dec 2019
It doesn't matter if my blood
is running, staining the ground
under my feet.
It doesn't matter if my skin
changed color because of the
scars that lie on it.
It doesn't matter if I am
screaming desperately for help.
It doesn't matter if my heart
broke into a thousand pieces
and my soul was shattered.
It doesn't matter if my tears
turned into blades and every
dropped marked me
permanently; my heart, mind
and soul.
What matters is that you will
never hold me close, because
I am a monster created from
the pain that captured my soul.
No matter what I need, you
will always see it as a "want"..
Nov 2019 · 108
Music for the Soul
Leo Janowick Nov 2019
Remembering the songs, I played,
When I was learning long ago.
But over time my interested strayed,
My life was always on the go.
I sat there looking at the keys,
Then I started playing a tune.
The joy of it put me at ease,
I played throughout the afternoon.
The Eighty-eight keys called to me,
They began making me smile.
Playing music, I was set free,
Suddenly, it felt so worthwhile.
I remembered walking away,
Because it was taking to long.
Much too young I wanted to play,
With my friends is where I belong.
My love for music still remained,
Back then it made no difference.
My reasons were never explained,
It was childish ignorance.
Somethings are never forgotten,
It’s all coming back as I play.
The beauty is unforgotten,
I could play music all day.
Oct 2019 · 297
Leo Janowick Oct 2019
A Dream
  Is a wish
Your heart makes.
Oct 2019 · 153
Leo Janowick Oct 2019
When we read
We live a thousand lives;
When we write,
  We relive our own.
Sep 2019 · 1.2k
Angel on your pillow
Leo Janowick Sep 2019
May there always be an angel on your pillow
Could a feather sticking out of a pillow be from an angel’s wing? Maybe the entire pillow is filled with angels?
I wish for you the dearest things

Long summer times and endless springs
A happy heart that always sings

And angels on your pillow  
All the joys that love can give
As long as there is life to live

A peaceful mind to give you rest
And angels on your pillow
Someone there at journey's end
Someone who's a faithful friend
Love beginning without end

And angels on your pillow
Cool breezes when you want a breeze
And blessings always when you sneeze
To come and go the way you please
And angels on your pillow
Sep 2019 · 139
Passions Desires
Leo Janowick Sep 2019
She dreamed about passion’s desire,
In her heart combines it with love.
Wonders if it will deny her,
Or will it be blessed from above?
She dreams about it all the time,
Awakens with a smiling face.
Knows the moment will be sublime,
Feels her heart beginning to race.
She waits for the moment to come,
But for now, it remains a dream.
To her passions, she will succumb,
In a dreamlike romantic theme.
Almost bouncing around her room,
She prepares for another day.
One day all her passions will bloom,
If the right person comes her way.
She’s lost in Passion’s desires,
Spurred by the innocence of love
To its beauty, she aspires,
She’s longing to fly like a dove.
Sep 2019 · 272
Take my hand...
Leo Janowick Sep 2019
Take my hand and say you love me.
I say I love you,
Look at me like that.

As If God...
I look at the time of worship!
As much romantic,
Just as kind,
Smile and let me watch you.

Because the love that...
The time of rain looks at the sky.
As much as with pleasure
As full of wishes
Take my hand and say you love me,
The way God looks in the mirror and says to himself
"two people" creating these was a mistake from the beginning!
Sep 2019 · 105
I Speak
Leo Janowick Sep 2019
I speak for you my love
As you lie in the dense forests of my thoughts
Your whispered chirpings
Gives me a sigh of relief
And I know that you have not flown away
I wish you to be secure in my palms
At least as you are my security
The sky dims
Time for rest
I urge you to be by my side while I sleep
But you may be secure in your nest in some branch of the tree in my forest of thoughts
Perhaps you have found a partner
A sole mate to give you company for life
When I wake in the morn
I have worries and chores to do
The sky beautiful
With the Godly sunrise
And I think of writing
Missing you all the while
Seeing you with your flock
I know perhaps you are living life
May be with your little ones in your nest
And you will bring food
To their hungry beaks
As you are with mother nature
Yet in my forest of thoughts
You were created by my love
And you will subside in me
I have found an avenue in my life
I smile every time I think of you
And you are my first and only love
As I have given you shelter in my forest of thoughts forever
To live in my heart till eternity ends in the comos of the Universe !!!!!!
Sep 2019 · 125
Deep underground Thoughts
Leo Janowick Sep 2019
My soul hungers for what my hands long to touch, I can still feel you, your fingers run through my mind from dusk till dawn, searing their way through my veins, shocking me with their heat, my every heartbeat cries out your name, my heart pounds wildly, such energy floods me as I surrender to its power, calling out to you to come and ******* sweet surrender.

I can feel your scent filling my lungs, your mouth perfectly matched to mine, your nose caressing my flesh, your tongue reaching out to meet my moist lips, to my fluff covered nest, your fingertips floating across my heaving sea, diving deep into my ocean, swimming swiftly, shattering my insides with waves of heat and I am drawn to the height of a pulsating swell.

Your touch soothes my spirit, softly kissing my soul, feeding me, quenching my thirst, tearing me inside out, as you take me away from where I would never dare to leave, condemning me to surrender my all to you, keeping me captive, a prison from which I have no key to escape, you will forever roam in the quiet fields of my soul.

I had been seeking a place to land and arms to fall safely into until you came along and shook my core, soothing my heart as it skips its beat, bathing me in your eternal bliss, where I rest my bones, your quiet strength, a sense of home and on your shores, I lay my head, the gentle laps, a placed bed, my fears, and walls turn into avenues of complete trust and devotion.

You are my most intimate desire, the one who truly owns my heart, and the only one who can satisfy all the desires that burn deep within my soul, you've imprisoned my heart within yours, making it a prisoner of your heartbeat, for your ways of feeding it and it'll always beat for you and only you.
Aug 2019 · 166
Leo Janowick Aug 2019
I have never
  fallen into a love
       I couldn’t get out of......

Aug 2019 · 12.6k
Leo Janowick Aug 2019
If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
Jul 2019 · 110
In the silence
Leo Janowick Jul 2019
“In the silence”

When you find that you are not alone,
do you feel a bit more than yourself
such that whoever shares with you
need not be physically with you,
because they somehow are,
inexplicably and truly?
that their revelation
begets relevance
in turn, energy...
in turn, mass...
more You?

I would suggest
you weren’t alone
in those dark times...
that the one who waited
always waited… unaware
of what they would become
when someone reached out
haltingly, doubtingly, anxiously
to taunt, if slightly, a feared reality.
Each of us waits unaware just outside
a sphere of another’s painful incredulity.

Might we all take just a moment to listen
to the thrumming static for voices?
searching, uncertain yet open to
possibilities of union, of hope?
As hearing one emboldens,
what of hearing yet more?
Might connections fortify
or multiply in ways
not yet known
by trusting(!)
in Fear?

That power is
ripe for mining but
intentionally avoided,
for we see it as unknown.
I say we should craft it into
weaponry… its own demise,
as it’s hold on anyone is in fact
lesser than our collective desires
to connect, to share, to live unalone.
It is time we were no longer I and I and I.
We, in the silence, are together… always.
Jul 2019 · 128
Leo Janowick Jul 2019
Not everything I write,
Is all about me.

There are times,
When a picture
Speaks words.
Or a thought,
Sparks an idea or two.

In fact,
Most of the time
It isn't personal
At all.

Well, and then again,
Maybe sometimes,
It is.
Jun 2019 · 125
Leo Janowick Jun 2019
Sometimes I like to fly high without the need to take airplanes
I do not know better wings than the imagination
No better engine than the heart
I recognize pain because I have felt it
And happiness because I've lived it
I have learned to love however I do not know what it is to hate
I still think hatred is for cowards
And love for the brave
I have bitten the dust on so many occasions that I smell the earth from afar
I know of defeats and failures rather than victories
And I have tried more the soil than the sky
But in the end I always get up to look at the enemy with height
When I refer to enemies I also speak of myself
I have become fond of the vertigo that precipices produce me
And to a continuous line of tachycardias of the day to day of this life
I still have my eyes full of hope
And although my hands hurt to scratch so much dirt
I will always find a time to write all the words
If I want something, it's that I do not get stuck
In the end, happiness is simple
I just ask for some paper and ink
And enough strength not to give up
That every morning I decide to move
And so the world will move with me
To follow,
Keep writing ...
Laughing more than crying
Loving more than hating
Learning and reinvented
Allowing me to be human at one time ...
Follow and continue
And never stop doing it...
May 2019 · 102
Missing You
Leo Janowick May 2019
Missing you

Sometimes we miss
those who love us,
We miss the way that they held us,

Making us feel like
we can see past anything,
Then we feel as through,
we aren't good
enough for them,

We miss their inner touch,
They way they feel
when they are home,

When they are gone we
miss them even more,
Cause our brains react differently,

In a way, we can't even describe yet,
Come to open a bottle
that you can't
Turn is more devastating
then any torture,

All we want is a lover and a friend,
To have us all to our selves,
Treat us with the upmost respect,

Then they wanna go bash are only
Hearts, Making us feel
like we don't
Even belong to them,

When you kiss them a
body is singling
A sign through is most precious
Gift, it goes straight to
our beloved heart's,

Even though our hearts
have been through enough,
All we want is to find the person,

That can hold us through the night
To make our bodies feel
like we are one
Big moon,

Passion and desire
Is the most feeling in the world
We get moist when they come
Back to our home,

Even when they are inside our hearts
You'll be thinking
like the moon in this

Wishing we can have like those two
Love birds in the clouds,
Feeling free and believing anything
Is possible,

When you see that they are you up there.
and thinking about how
did we become what we are today,

That's because we painted a picture
To show everyone that true love can

It will show you another side
Making you be the one that you are
Missing in your life.
Apr 2019 · 169
Love Story
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
I'll make love to you...
I will make every part of your soul tremble...
I will strip your mind with verses of the soul...
I will touch your lips with ink from the heart, I will make you wet my pen with your lips, I want you to be mine a night for you to be reflected in my pages, I want to touch you with my words so that my hands are jealous Who are you and make you mine, I want to touch bottom to enter your heart, why have you made my letters become simple ink to the touch of your voice, I close my eyes because my heart is restless doesn't stop shaking what will it be
It will be that this is called beating, today I will leave you marked, you will be my slave because I will make the scripts be my strings, get ready because in your body will be written this story of love, between verses, rhymes and simple letters with Ink, so I'll make you love from the soul to be... mine forever.
Apr 2019 · 203
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Laugh in the face of melancholy,
Stand beneath pouring rain.
Overcome past folly,
So as to remain.
Learn to embrace yourself;
Then you can help others.
In the shoes of someone else,
The thoughts you’d gather.
If time is as they say,
We may even change,
Origami time... rearrange,
My paradigm.
Shift my thoughts and actions,
To something more sublime.
Equal and opposite reactions,
Newton-ion example.
We have finite time,
But it is ample.
Doesn’t give peace of mind,
Simply a mystery of existence.
There is no rewind,
Just an opportunity for persistence.
Try to grow,
Help others.
Inside you know,
We need each other.
Apr 2019 · 196
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
My Lady, across the Ocean,
sent me a lovely note...
Of all the things I've read
'Twas the best thing
someone has ever wrote;

She said she had some interest,
in the things I say and do,
and sent me a lovely image
of herself for me to view;

I can't help from going back,
and reading just what she wrote,
was such a simple gesture,
but my most precious note.

Thank you, Oceantina,
for brightening up my day,
and for accepting my friendship,
in such a lovely way.
Apr 2019 · 154
Dos cuerpos / Two Bodies
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Dos cuerpos se juntan
en armonía esta noche
mirándonos a los ojos
y un profundo suspiro
Anhelas abrazarla cariñosamente
tan suave y tiernamente
sus ojos brillan fuertemente
con el calor, ella te envía
sus brazos están llegando ahora
ella anhelaba abrazarte
Ella quiere sentir tus labios sobre los de ella.
y cuando ambos finalmente se reúnen
aquí en ese paraíso
donde las flores florecen bastante
y el calor está por todas partes
se siente como un volcán está a punto de estallar
y ambos están lo más cerca posible.
cuando ella te lleve a la cama de espera.
El calor de ti es pesado
está a tu alrededor todo el camino
sabes que esta tarde tan hermosa
Se llena de toques y de besos.
la pasión está finalmente aquí


Two bodies come together
in harmony tonight
your gazing into each other's eyes
and out a very deep sigh
You long to hold her dearly
so soft and tenderly
her eyes are strongly shinning
with the heat, she sends to you
her arms are reaching up now
she longed to hold you close
she wants to feel your lips on hers
and when you both finally get together
here in that paradise
where flowers blooming pretty
and heat is all around
it feels like a volcano is about to erupt
and you are both as close as you can get
when she then carry you to the waiting bed.
The heat from you is heavy
it's around you all the way
you know that this so beautiful evening
is filled with touches and with kisses
the passion is finally here.
Apr 2019 · 118
Until You
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Until you
I was just an expressionless face
in a sea of smiles
begging to be free
longing to be wanted
dying just to feel—
a heartbeat against mine.
Until you
I only knew tears of pain
screams of rage
and at my very lowest,
Until you
Hope was a word
on a crumpled piece of paper
used to light all of my dreams
on fire and watch them burn
Until you
I was just feet on the ground
racing to catch
the smallest shred of who I once was
and who I never could be
Until you
There were no colors
to paint a future with
And no single reason to try
Until you
and now
because of you
Apr 2019 · 269
Speaking Poetry
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
My Soul
speaks in poetry
    and my heart gets lost
         in the broken and loving of words

it takes me on a joy ride
    to a whole other world
Apr 2019 · 143
Would it help
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Would It Help You
If I shared with you
A part of my soul
One I keep hidden
Locked away
Deep down inside

Would it help you understand
Who I am
What makes me tick
Where I have been
Why I am the way I am
How I truly feel
My fears
My desires
My wants
My needs
All that I seek

Would it help you see
The dark parts of me
The ones I cannot easily explain
For fear if I tried
The last bit of glue
Holding me together
Would give way
And I would finally fall apart
Never to regroup again

Would it help you
Help us
If I shared
Just a piece
Or would you run away
Seeing how damaged
I truly am
Knowing the reasons
Realizing my flaws and imperfections

Would it help you love me
A flawed soul
Seeking the love
Of another flawed soul
Both deserving love
On the deepest level
To share a life together
In this imperfect world

Would it help you
If you knew
If you saw
If I shared
Could you love me
Flaws and all
Apr 2019 · 127
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Can you taste the passion in poetry?
Poetry holds me like my invisible mother
Poetry is the tissue that wipes my depression away
It defines my birth date
Poetry flows in my red blood cells
It keeps reproducing poetic chemicals for my body
Poetry is produced in my heart, like the eternal life of love for my daughter

Poetry is loyal to me
It creates the essential vitamins for survival
God prescribes poetry to my divine destiny
Poetry produces different weather every day
Poetry combs my hair
Talks to me on school days
Poetry is the contractions that my mother endured
Can you taste poison or passion for poetry?
Apr 2019 · 403
New Moon
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
This new moon
Different than the others.
Unleashing the wanderer
In me.

Looking for independence.
Yet, looking for someone
Who like me,
Has an enormous urge
To travel far and wide.

Curiosity for new cultures
And new experiences.
Taking me out
Of my comfort zone.

Expanding the relationships
I already enjoy.
And creating these experiences
That fall outside the box.
Apr 2019 · 128
Lunar Moon
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
I was born during
The new moon phase
Of the lunar cycle.
Under the sign of Aries.

Naively optimistic
The stars of the heavens
Sparkle in my eyes.

A never-ending
Passionate enthusiasm
For ideas, causes, and love.

Always leading me
And those who follow
On grand adventures.

A strong imagination
And a willingness to act
Before thinking things through,
May make for some mistakes.

Yet this is the way
That feels most right
And is the secret
For keeping me happy.
Apr 2019 · 113
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
He wove all the secrets
   of his heart....

Into Poetry....
Apr 2019 · 121
Dreams of You
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Your sweeping lips
Lingers on me
In exquisite ways
Gently shatter me

Weaken my knees
In ruined lipstick
Set me ablaze
In smoldering heat

Melt me sweetly
In panting breaths
Make me quiver
Between limber sheets

In pure seduction
Of uncovered tenderness
Caress the fragility
Hidden in brokenness

In lustful sin
Of insatiable needs
Liberate what’s caged
Years in melancholy

Indulge wild hearts
In sheer delight
of dreams colorful
with love intertwined
Apr 2019 · 156
Come To Me
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
Your sweeping lips
Lingers on me
In exquisite ways
Gently shatter me

Weaken my knees
In ruined lipstick
Set me ablaze
In smoldering heat

Melt me sweetly
In panting breaths
Make me quiver
Between limber sheets

In pure seduction
Of uncovered tenderness
Caress the fragility
Hidden in brokenness

In lustful sin
Of insatiable needs
Liberate what’s caged
Years in melancholy

Indulge wild hearts
In sheer delight
of dreams colorful
with love intertwined
Apr 2019 · 111
Leo Janowick Apr 2019
This ache, this ache,
that dwells inside,
leaves nowhere for me
to run and hide.

It controls my mood,
and clouds my mind,
it wears on my soul, and
leaves my heart confined.

My compass is broken,
I can't trust my thoughts
this sadness I feel has me
******* in knots.
Mar 2019 · 205
Me Time
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
Can I rest even a minute?
Can I breathe even a little?
Each morning, each day,
Is ******* with things and stuff
Oh, I have to..
take care of the clothes
do the dishes
have to cook
oh, the grocery
daughter needs this
husband needs that
and many others
but have you even think
of taking care of yourself?
I cry between showers
So they won’t notice
Or even stay long in the supermarket
The only thing I can call “me time”
Can I rest even a minute?
Can I breathe even a little?
When you’re a mom, a wife
Sometimes you feel drained
Sometimes you feel frustration
Can I rest even a minute?
Can I breathe even a little?
Can I have even a day..
for myself?
Mar 2019 · 504
In the Stars
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
I have Poetry
   written in stars
      across my

You'll have to
   pull me open
      to map your way
         to my soul....
Leo Janowick Mar 2019
te he estado esperando
pensando en ti
echándote de menos
y ahora estas aqui
no perdamos un momento

Ven a mi
besos profundos y apasionados
Mantenido cerca en el abrazo del amor
lenguas bailan una samba silenciosa
y el mundo se aleja

Tranquilidad tranquila de respiraciones contenidas
susurro de te amo suavemente
tierna es el toque de anhelo
nuestro calor avivando las llamas
a medida que las pasiones se hacen más fuertes

me llevas en lujuria carnal
tu bestia despierta hambriento
devorame con gusto
Soy solo un sabroso bocado
Y quiero ser tu placer gastronómico .


I've been waiting for you
thinking about you
missing you
and now you're here
let's not waste a moment

come to me
kisses deep and passionate
held close in love's embrace
tongues dance a silent samba
and the world falls away

quiet earnest of bated breathes
whisper of I love yous softly
tender is the touch of longing
our heat fanning the flames
as passions grow stronger

you take me in carnal lust
your beast awakens hungry
devour me with relish
I am but a tasty morsel
and I want to be your dining pleasure...
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