I wear this smile completely.
I stand behind it.
Cause I'm happy and satified.

Others needs others to achieve success of happiness.
And I have it with you.
But if you wasn't here in my life.
I would still be happy and satified.

We are responsible for our life.
We are responsible for our joy.
Which we should never let others destroy.

And they can't.
Cause I'm happy and satified.
And simply deep in love.

POETS ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THE SEA AND THE SAND LIKE ITS ROMANTIC. THEY SAY THE TIDE KISSES THE BEACH EVERY TIME IT COMES HOME. BUT TO ME IT LOOKS A WHOLE LOT LIKE ABUSE. THE WAY THE SEA REAMS UP TO COME CRASHING DOWN ON WORTHLESS SPECS OF SAND THAT USE TO BE SHELLS AND LIVING CREATURES. NOW BATTERED TO THE POINT OF NOTHINGNESS. SO NO TO ME IT REMINDS ME OF NOTHING ROMANTIC. IT REMINDS ME OF 3AM SHAKING AWAKE COVERED IN SWEAT FROM THE NIGHTMARES OF YOU DAD. YOURE THE OCEAN AND I AM THE SAND. FOREVER LONGING TO HOLD YOUR HAND. WATCHING AS YOU LEAVE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN COMING BACK TEN TIMES ANGIER. NOT SATIFIED UNTIL I DROWND.

I have this vision to imagine me.
Being this Superman of love.
Not satified with one woman.
But totally complete with more.

I got this strength to conquer and endure.
And fly through many as I can.
After all I'm Superman.
Krptonite don't make me weak.
It more likely to make me fly.

While loving ladies is my high.
Admiration of exploration is very known.
Its been sung about in many songs.

Call me player, or lovers of women.
And I still be that man that's superior.
The Superman of love.

Come one.
Come all.
So we can fly away.

If i was here to satified you
Honestly i wouldn't had made an account
Im here to let my feelings out
Not to satisfy anyone
So if you dont like my poem
Please pass me by
For im here to type what i feel
And "not to impress anyone!"

I have very few words to utter

Selfishness is destructive…

Selfishness is the core ignition of war…

Example world war….

That selfishness kind of love…

Mmmmmm…

Has a tendecy of Love struck whip…
Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile
Keep the heart satified till…

Very manipulative indeed
Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull

Alot sactifised for it
Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it
Alot don’t care about anything except for it…

It’s lovely…
It’s Love after all…
That selfishn kind of love…

It goes deeper and deeper
It leaves you in a galaxy of its own…
Its like the feeling of touching a star…

It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders….
It swings around with 6th senses…
It deceives the fortune tellers truth…

The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it….

Taking your soul to the lost world….

Nothing can come between the two..

Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart…
Till death do us apart…

You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death…

That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause…
The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print…

Good luck!

Its your choice…

Love exist…

Same as the selfish kind of love

Its Love…

Send her a flower.
Send her a dozen.
Send her a card.
Decorate it with many of hearts.
Just send her plenty.
Keep surprising her.
From January to December.

Love has no limitation.

Write her a poem.
And please don't say you don't know how?
Think of a word.
And just go with the flow.

It's the thought that count.
Which every woman should know.

Draw her a picture.
Even if it's a stick man.
Illustrate them with symbols.
Let her feel the magic of your hands.
Keep surprising her.
Remember this is the woman you love.

Make a phone call.
Every hour of the hour.
Inquire if she loved the flowers.
And alert her there's so much more.
Remember this is the woman you love.
Just keep on surprising her.

Relationships is about keeping it new.
Besides keeping it true.
And watch her reaction.
And the things she will do for you.
Keep her happy.
Keep her satified.
Just keep surprising her.
Make her your whole world.

Got my eye on you.
I see all your ****** reaction when you're happy or not satified.
Yes, I got my eyes on you.
I understand your ways and your moods.
Because, I'm in control of you.

I can tell more with you turned upside down.
I'm your smile just turn me around and I'm your frown.
I know a lot about you.

Somethings I try to hold in because your mouth has lost many of friends.
And once you lose a truly good friend it's hard getting them back again.

Still, I got my eyes on you.
You know how to pretend to like many.
And your lips states when they don't like any.
So, I keep my eyes on you.

Maybe, just maybe I'm not your brain.
You know that think tank that thinks it knows everything.
And maybe, just maybe I'm not truly your eyes.

But, just like them I can feel the touch, of a lie.
So, I keep my eyes on you.
If you have a problem with me.
That's not my concern.
I just know the things you do needs to be observed.
So, remember I got my eyes on you.

I'm kissin' today goodbye.
But, I have yet to live throught it.
I'm kissin' my girl so long.
But in my mind I'm  in need of her.

I'm kissin'
Anything and everything until I'm satified.
But, I know I'll change my mind.
Because germs would be upon my mind.

And, who want that?
Even a cat is picky about their fur.
And unlike animal lovers.
I know I'm not kissin' her.

Who know what that cat been lickin' on?
Be gone germs.
Be gone.

I'm kissin' upon my girl.
And I'm even ponderin' her.
Cause, who knows the lips she has kissed before I known her?
But than she could be questioning me.
Because I always tryin' to kiss her.

But really?
Aren't that what the lips was created for?

When it comes it's like the wind, sometimes slow and calm
Other times with violent force giving no warning

My anger radiates like that inside out of my physical and mental self

You think, you the receiver of my non discriminating anger bares you the cross... the sting of agony ...

But I wear the suffering torment of my own unwelcomed affliction

I am enraged like the heat of red the founder of chilled hearts
My mind bends and bends with pain and misery that reaches the depth of me...

That part of me, even I can't see

I feel the wrath like ****** for fun
Like the monsters that breath only to see blood

I conquer this vacant passion, which I have not the strength to duel

Beelzebub sits satified, nodding and smirking as my thoughts and words curse

He's content with my blood that boils as he commands

He waits for the person who will release what his soulless soul demands

There's moments I feel my every vain full of fire, begging me to surrender and give in to Lucifer's desire

But.....

My HEART...

It still beats and the only part of me untouched by darkness, provides me the vision of what makes me human

It grants you....
Me...
Mercy

It allows me a breath

As I become some what the me that I recognize...

I am torn

What was that rush

How did I realize me

I'll sink deep into my bed

Inside my dark dark room and like a vampire I keep hidden...
Not from the light, but from you, so the furies won't be tempted to use me like the instrument which beckons your cry at my whip

I shall be me alone stable...

Alone

Harmless...

Alone

Protector of you...

Protector of me...

Alone

Away from the feelings that suffocate my heart and blind my mind

Away so I am me, sweet and loving, endlessly giving

Alone...

So I am not ALONE...

Yesterday I kew my name/I had a schemes/To get my way.
But things changed/That I did not plan/Still, I didn't complain.

I accepted my defeat/Not because I was weak.
But because my decision would affect me.

I invision the consequences, of my action/And my conclusion satified my soul.

When I thought I was lost and distressed.
I realized just ,Who I Am?

I'm someone in the wildnerness just talking to God.
He touched me inside down to the bottom, of my heart.

He build me up/When I was lost he guided me to a better place.
And looked me directly in my face to see the real me.

And said, I am. Who I am?
And you,  are. Who you are?
Simply, a lovely child of God.

That's, who I be?
That's who I am?

I can't feel sorry for the rich man hurt.
He created his world of distrust.
He failed to realize exactly, what he had?

His reputation was known.
Even to you.
You decided to be a party of the rich man tools.

His track record speaks volumes in the press.
He has used many women, as lovers and mistresses.

Notice, he lost the greatest woman.
He has ever known.
And to those he has hurted.
They don't speak about him at all.

When trouble comes his way.
He toss the blame.

You was just a moment of joy that he enjoyed.
Take this advice.
He will move on to another.

A rich man is never satified with only one lover.

Notice, all the kids he has with his many women.
And then tell me money didn't play apart in it.

In our visionary minds,
we think we know it.
And when we feel secure.
That's when we show it.

Love was,
in the way I gave to you unselfishly.
Not like those that wants something in return.
A payback on ways they get satified.

Love was,
when we first connected.
To me you was chosen.
Maybe to you I was a project that you felt needed nurturing.
But like a plant it grew.
Here I am still with you.

Love was,
when you touched my heart.
It was like a mesaage from above.

I've only gotten better with you.

To describe, what we have in past tense.
In reality and truth would make no sense.

Cause our love was,
meant to never end.
Especially when we knew going in the way it beginned.

My mistakes cost me you.
And no apology can accomplish my goal.
You're hurt.
This I know.

And I feel just as worst inside.

So caught up in my selfish needs.
I forgot you were my sole purpose to please.

Trying to play single.
When I wasn't only bought me down.
And here I am wearing a sad frown.
Cause my mistake cost me you.

I can move on.
But it's the hurt I saw in your eyes.
That makes me feel more guilt inside.
And no apology can accomplish my goal.

Still I'm going to hold on that you might change your mind.

So caught up in my selfish needs.
Only prove to me one thing.

If I had loved you more.
I would have been satified.
If I had stayed close to you.
I wouldn't be feeling this stress inside.

Spanish music pours in my spring window, just became dark. In and out, reeling.
My senses calculating data in such peculiar ways.
I love it and hate it all simultaneously.
All the contrived notions, all the pretense and vanity, personas gotta load on and talkin that **** again, the children got lost, got old and believed again.
If i didn't laugh id probably just cry.
Its just a flaw in the design, to never be satified, no peace of mind.
To seek forever without knowing the question, fielding through the minutia
If I said I love you, most of that isnt true.

The now...
is not fake
its up front
even when its bad...
its pretty good
its like...***
its like...
so real...
its like you
in your realest form
if you think about it
like right now
as you breathe in the fresh fumes of life
the now
the precious present....
so beautiful
and take look around
at this very moment
and see progress
momentum
everything just quiet
...thats if you just cherish the now
like today at school
idk i got caught up in friends...people....friends
and i mean i lost myself...
but the now.....
man the now
how precious
if you just look around
....forget about tommorow
and yesterday
forget about **** to do
if you just focus on you...and the now
best friends for life....
then youll be satified
internally
and....eternally

I could blame you for being here all alone.
Except, I blame myself.
If I've done more to keep you satified and happy.
Then you would be here by my side.

I could accuse you of abandonment.
Since you just up and left.
Except, I must blame myself.

When the picture of disgust was looking me in my face.
I just decided to let it ride.
Hoping deep inside you would chose to stay by my side.

Love isn't hard to give.
And life isn't hard to live.
And happiness isn't hard to achieve.
Which is one of the main reason's you're not with me.

Yes, I blame myself.
I'm man enough to admit this.
And in my heart I miss being kissed.
Yes, I miss all of yours.

More then anything.
I miss your love.

Now that she seems happy and satified.
It seems you have had a change of mind.
Once, where you was the center of her world?
Where she probably gave you more?
Then you ever gave her.
You treated her badly.
I would say close to dirt.
Except , that would hurt her too much.

After years of recovery.
And the abilities to go on.
We connected even if it took sometimes for her to trust me.

And now that she loves me.
It seems, now you want her.
But you have a problem.
I want her more.
I'm more deserving of her.

What you once had?
I hope she never returns to you again.
She deserves better.
And now she has it in me.

The lust of the eye
...who can tame its allure
it beckons your glance
like an ache for a cure

Desire misplaced
graven images provoke
and what was permitted
"is like a bad joke"

Blood surging impulses
chasing ghosts of the past
you keep going nowhere
and going there fast

Hidden passions
creep through your veins
while the voice of the pure
is held up in chains

Remember karma
she hunts for her prey
and when she finds them wanting
she'll rule on (that) day.

For the eye is never satified
never at home with its own
denying the true grandeur
of the bone of your bones

One day you'll look
for the one you didn't see
and by that time ...
she will have broke free...


By Erica L. Odom

There are many subjects, we all could speak upon.
And we wouldn't be totally wrong.
This heart within me know love.
This heart knows, the hurt, the pain and the joy.
Yes, this heart knows love.

No, I don't read books to be an expert.
Personally, speaking they don't know much.
Except, from those that speaks of their hurt.
This heart knows love.

The things it takes to keep it turning.
The things it takes to keep it working.
The things it takes to keep it satified.
This heart here knows love.

And, to those seeking it.
Know this, it's wonderful.