I left a poem in your mouth
a novel on your skin
an  album in your heart

creativity vomiting on ever inch of your body
You was the canvas & i was the art.
you was the light & i was the dark.

Here I am alone in this crowed  bar,
Yes I said alone.  
Just me and my thoughts.
I guess i just like being by myself but sometimes it good to feel the comfort of somebody else.
I don't know what I want but sometimes I feel like I do, I just need the the strength of God to get me though.
They always say your smile is your biggest weapons and with all the complements I get ,I can tell mine's was deadly.
Deep inside I am on a trip,  nothing like acid, I'm on a trip and it's everlasting.  
I find myself trying to find something that was never lost in the first place, it's feels like my brain and my heart is In a race, so I stay to myself in order to give my soul space.

The sky is beautiful especially when is blue, sometimes when its melancholy too.
Every time I look up at the sky I get this vision, vision of Angels dancing on the cloud like it was a celebration.
Visions of God coming down to grab the ones he thought was special and take them back into a better place because the world is not a place for an angel.

Touch me deeper then a needle, that digs in your skin, when you decided to ink your soul
touch me deeper the the pastors word on a Sunday.  
touch me deeper then the titanic after it sunk,  touch me deep
Touch me deeper then the lost lives on 91l
Touch me deeper then a sink hole
Touch Me deeper then a paper cut
Stare into by soul as If it was a motion picture
& touch me deep

Touch me deep like a threat,  like your afraid of what might happen next. .. touch me deep
Deep inside to where I feel my body intertwining with yours.. touch me deep, pure & true.
Touch Me deep like yellow submarine,  like a navy seal perfect dream. ...touch me deep.
In trying to feel your touch run deep like a Chevy,  don't trip, just fall for me heavy

              Is This love or Is it lust. ..... trust me ...touch me

I find its amazing how something so small could create something twice as beautiful as the sunset on a summer day.  
Something so meaningful as the declaration of independence,  something so powerful,  that the moment you see them, you secretly shed a tear & thank God for creating life itself.

The day I received those two beautiful red roses,  I thought about Nikki Giovanni "still I rise"
As I stand there eye to eye with the roses,  I felt growth,  progression & happiness manifesting.

That was the day   you whisper in my ear" I love you"
I was so lost in the moment.

Days went by & I realized i
I forgot to put the roses in water.

And just like we needed love, so did the red roses.
I tried to repair it's images to the plant I once seen as beautiful.

Day my day we haven't talk & the roses lost life.
Just like you disappeared, so did the petals .
The only thing that reminds was a steam with root.

I see you to be my red rose
The roots symbolized growth
The steam was the foundation
& what was missing was the petals that brought everything to life.

So on that day our  love died, part was still alive,  not in such good condition. .but it was still with me.

I drained the water, trashed the stream & collected the roses peddles that was no longer red.
They were darker then a funeral attire.
Just part of me felt if I buried you deep down that maybe the thought of you will dye and reincarnated into something else beautiful & find your way back to me in a new disguise.

Then I realized this was a lesson,  reincarnated into a blessing.
R.I.P to the red rose and long live your memories , I'll never forget you or the feelings you once give to me.