"rendevouz" poems
***** *** and cigarettes
bad decisions, no regrets.
Painted lips and fingertips
lace, leather, gags and whips.
Cheap motels, steamy nights
sweaty flesh and candlelights.
Pushing limits, breaking rules
naked dips in swimming pools.
Getting high while living low
riding rails, pure white snow.
Playing games & telling lies
the look of lust in lovers eyes.
Rendevouz in seedy places
sloppy kisses, hot embraces.
Ménage à trios, or even four
anything goes behind locked door...
Shots of Jack make it all alright-
just another low life night.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Bonjour.....
Bonvoyage.....
for you are my love
and i will be waiting with my corsage
Au revoir
when you come back you will be hold by moi
I will sing you with my repertoire
all composed by moi
Just go to our rendevouz
there I will meet with you
until then I wish you nothing but the best
for I am going to the old west
This isn't the end
of our journey
this is just beginning
of our destiny
DenverChua property
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
As a consequence of my conscious decision to rendevouz with self centering mind
the power of words to create , to compose the unheard symphonies of small time intricacies and fast ride hair raising cold brushing feet failing wing taking heart soaring , bone marrow crushing delectable yet disgusting .... it's a strange place , yet made streamlined still by the number of multi dimensional infinities on the horizon sitting on one window sill one space filled,
known in time,
moment of wondering reason and wondering rhyme
no sordid or morbid tune keeps up to long and even then - feeling is feeling's tune
feeling is feeling undue,
feeling all the while whenst the secret encloses of mind unravel and intertwine
check list.
Fretboard harmonies strike bass line discord to form in own accord relations
and relate to late lives past and on time lives present
always running with time not out of it
in dew dipped grasslands
wild horses run free
dragonflies in hair and silver teeth glimmer against the rising sun
pushing each other to the best we can be , we are just the lost kids, found.
gaping holes in chests that need no name or can't be pinpointed by a single needle
that can't be filled by the love of one
but only a pack
only a tribe
running , 40/40 home .... and this time YOU are my homie , i've already run the distance
made it.
gotta feeling , we are gunna win
all of us, in whatever endeavor we feel - beings of this oh so gracious earth whose abundance is a burning flame within the vast cold depths of spaces in refutable habitat , children who never grow up from the mother earths arms - no need - no need - no need - no need for any more running
we've reached the home
and now ,
it's time to Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
your hands are gone
misplaced by rendevouz
that swallow the entire night in their embrace
is that why
my skin bleeds honey
and my bones become a barrier
as the hills of my body are contouring around another
is that why
when their vines constrict me
I am reminded yet again
that you had just been
a temporary tattoo
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC