"equisite" poems
Desire to see
How you'd be
Makin my world flee
Dont know how to feel
Cuz lovin u is my need
That i cant stop but feed
Eyes turning with speed
Whenever u proceed
Yet your always accompanied
Afflicting to admit but envied
Makin my heart bleed
For they may mislead
For i am pitied
If only youd forseen
Decree as my queen
By all means an equisite scene
Not a soul step intervene
Abundant love since sixteen
Take you to cuisine
For all is unseen
Have all ur questions
I'd answer with combustion
You may ask am i the right one?
Different from everyone?
Worthy or is there no one?
But this aint done
So listen
You maybe be taken
But i have ur heart won
Give you all for love you more than all
Haunting yet sacrifice my self
in any circumstances given
Always and forever there for u for certain
Stand out as there mistakin
They dare forsaken
Have audacity to Heartbreakin my queen
be ****** heartachein
My undertakin bringin them shakin
Cuz none will stop my wrath for godsakin
I am thier nightmare satan
Deeply awakin like a hawk
I am not all talk
But at least not like them to stalk
Have u in a shock cuz i am destined to rock
Have ur love lock full of stock that none can knock
Dont care if i am mocked
Waiting for all ticks on clock
No need if you let me have u spoken
Take all my action
Never be forgotten
For ill give all my attention
Be your best decision
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xuCXbqTW5aY
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
I have discoverd
Through ink
And parchment
Paint and canvass
Paper and poem
Pillow and cloud
The miracle of you
Nothing quite as
Lovely or equisite
Beautiful and true
As your hearts warmth
And souls light
As the endless oceans
And Vincent blues
And madness
Swirling in the magic
Of the starry night
Of your eyes
Beyond sands of hour
And hands of time
I will paint
With my every breath
These words
Again and
Again
I Love You
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
It is the capacity only to act for myself.
It is the capacity neither of self-subsistence nor without
self-reliance.
It is neither the epitome of wisdom, nor the epitome of
ignorance.
It is not the epitome of beauty nor the epitome of
ugliness.
Lack doesn't make for worry and excellences
are counted as special gifts of life.
Like a ****** pressed between my fingers is my soul
in God's Presence.
Thus, do I recognize my karma as not the
best, but not the worst.
It is surrounded by pretty, but not the equisite.
It is surrounded by clutter and dirt, but
not grotesque filth.
It is as a middle ground from which any quality
would cease the ground's existence.
It is not mommy or daddy, not child and not adult.
It is not old nor young.
It is not sun nor moon, but star.
It is not perfection, but comfortable imperfection.
It is not as fair as pastel, nor as gaudy as neon.
It is not known, but not unknown.
It is not host of a soul, yet does not exclude
any soul.
It does not grasp, nor release.
"Why is your skin orange?"
It is joking about vanity.
It is not slack, nor is it strong effort.
It is not wickedness, nor is it judgement.
It is not righteousness, nor is it evil.
It is not astray, nor is it unastray.
It is not a party, nor is it loneliness.
It is the monk of reality.
It pretends not to harness all of my memories.
Nor does it pretend not to conjure memories.
It is not shadow, nor light.
It is the plastic-self, unable to be immortal,
and unable to abide mortally.
It is the spirit of self, yet the spirit of others.
It is not empty, nor full.
It is construction of the simple.
It is construction of the difficult.
It is cleaning the toilet.
It aligns with no group, nor does
it not exist in any group.
It is folly through shallowness.
It is wisdom from shallowness.
It is not pure, nor does it lack
purity.
It is not popular, nor does it fail to get attention.
It is desire, not not sin.
It is her, but not Her.
It is resurrection, but not life nor death.
It is not heard, nor listened.
It is not unhealthy, nor is it strong.
boyhood crushes.
It is not power, nor is it incapacity.
It is not opinionated, nor is it opinionless.
It is not blood, nor is it light.
It is not long, nor short.
It is not curved, nor straight.
It is not solid nor gas.
It is not water nor is it not a liquid.
It is not salt nor is it not saline.
It is not belt, nor backpack.
It is not car nor home.
It is not bed nor is it not rest.
It is not gold nor bread.
It is not giving nor hoarding.
It is not meat but it is cheese.
It is not poor, nor rich.
It is not career nor retirement.
It is not fair, nor unfair.
It is holy, but not pure.
It is not heresy, nor help.
It is not metro nor country.
It is not the center nor is it the side.
It is not age nor mind.
It is not body nor heart.
It is not skin nor bone.
It is not brief nor long.
It is not sink nor swim.
It is not lesson nor tale.
It is not story nor biography.
It is not virtue nor vice.
It is not a lie nor a truth.
It is not shallow nor deep.
It is not structure nor process.
Samadhi.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
I radiate light my dear
Divine, milky, plus-size sphere
Mysterious femininity at my axis
Boys orbit my Atmosphere
But the brave land their ships
On my marvelous mountains
And equisite garden
I am an ambassador for
Mother Earth
Come taste the freshest rain
And view the prettiest flower
I keep secret between
The space where I can
Make fantasies come true
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC