"tresspass" poems
Last night I had the strangest dream
An Angel came and took my hand
She opened her wings and we flew
Forever high until we reached Heaven
She showed me to another world
Unlike the world far down below
Children played, black and white together
All races and creed walked side by side
The lion walked with a baby lamb
A little three year old girl giggled
As she rode on the back of a white wolf
Up above I could feel the sun shine down
I saw John Lennon and Bob Marley laughing
John Wayne in talks with Buddy Holly
A mouse and cat played gently together
This whole world was a marvel to see
No ocean but fish swam in the sky
Dolphins swimming next to the sharks
The Angel turned and she spoke to me
"Please do not judge our God", she said
"Those little children tormented to die"
"When down below in the world of yours"
"Will be reborn here and be at peace"
"For God can not stop the evil below"
I understood, for all the bad that we see
Of people who suffer and the things we do
God will never tresspass in our dormain
The souls will be reborn in this perfect place
To begin anew and to always be protected
Away from all the hate and bathed in love
I awoke and wished I could still dream
And I knew I would return there once again
When the right time came for me to go back
So until then, I will walk in this place of ours
Knowing that Heaven is now waiting up above
While down here we are all living in Hell
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
we walk the path
set before us
admitting
we walk
into the known
and comfort of
affability
just once
i would like
to
explore
new worlds
some not so bright
and beautiful..
to tresspass in
an unkown jungle
of acerberic words
and roaring truth
would be and adventure
to kayak down
the rapids of
neighborhood insanity
would be a refreshing
thrill....
but once again...
we walk politely
in single file
around the zoo...
all well manicured
all maintained
secrets locked
within gilded cages
will that be one sugar
or two...
and keep off the grass
now.....that means you...
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
My back froze in friction
My sight locates your presence
My ear grasp the loud echo of your boom set
My cardio pounded in awe
I attempted a gaze but your eyes looked away
I put a smile for you, but your face remained asleep
When will I be rewarded by my effort not unforcedly sounded?
For I eyed to you a twin of my past who plastered my mind of his memory foremost
I came across a song, a song you find appealing
(A song that he feasted too...)
You are my torture like the way he eventually be
Time after time you tresspass my unity
Thereafter sorrow visits me
Then my mind's suddenly puzzled
If you don't coincide my past,
Will I offer similar fascination?
I'm not sure.
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
she left me with a wound on my tongue ,
which hasn’t stopped bleeding blue since i was four
(i can’t blame her for everything)
(only for a few sick days).
my blue tongue flings out words that shake like the world is too cold.
my blue tongue isn’t connected to my mouth and
you can find it if you look hard enough,
you can grab it if you don’t mind a loose barbed-wire fence,
easy to sneak under and tresspass and destroy with the right words that leave me a blurry brown.
these stanzas sing about new mexico as if i were a new muse,
neurotic with drips of life drip drip dripping out like a drum.
my blue tongue is blue.
my blue
tongue
is blue because i became a blue corpse when i was a bumble bee child,
stinging and dying and repeating repeating
repeating until i’m ornate like the teepees i visited, oh-so cyan, oh-so turquoise, oh-so royal.
oh-so
blue.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
You
Fell in love with you
On a beautiful summer day
Smelt like mud
And pines.
This love
Is forbidden
But I am insane to tresspass
You raise the fire in me
When you
Touch
Feel
Me
Why do you have to be
The beginning
And ending
To my poetry
Why are we still here
In this house
Were
We
Met
With your georious looks
Hard stares
**** body
Tough
Rebel
You
Blend
My taste
You do know
What I love most
Your beauty to me
You became my reason
To stay be strong.
When winter is here
Life feels right
Then there's spring
Another spring
With you
Summer days come
I enjoy leaving with you
Glad we're still together
And you forgiving me
For the wrong things I did
I'm just happy
You kept me so close
All these years
It doesn't seem like
Your here for me
But you do got my back
You got me.
All of me.
I am crazy over you.
I'm pretty sure you know it.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
Two sticks of bones
Laid with meat and muscles over
Cradling a devil in its fold.
The devil rises with heat
Satiated when pain is inflicted
Upon the weak.
In the midst of life
And blood and the hidden
There is an abode, a heaven.
Their chest and thighs pour
Their soul and lust
There is pleasure, there is pain.
But not all pain is pleasure.
Ask the skirts with melting limbs
Played with by the stick owners.
They violate, they tresspass
Tear them limb to limb apart
Blood is a colour they own but despise.
Parted are the weak barks
Exposed is their bottled bodies,
Their insides poisoned with sap.
Their mouths tore
To steal laughter
But what escapes are scream.
The devil in the folds
Rears its ugly head
And burnt is the heaven.
Life giving land is made to bleed
And the pillars of faith are shook
Hands to caress, strangle the own.
They are the weak
In a world of lust
They fear the devil and hate themselves.
Not all who bleed
Wish they did,
Watch those covered little girls
They have been once uncovered.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
how dare you tresspass on my heart
my only crime was to glance at you
as you tip toe through my emotions
peeping into my feelings, i'm held hostage
these ropes that bind me, I tug
and struggle to free myself
but your medusa eyes turn me to stone
so carve me to your liking
make my lines smooth
so I can sip every drop of your love
and a thousand years will not erode
my love for you
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
Biting deep, breaking the red
of an apple's rain--with a face
holed up in a mouth made wide.
By the natural haste of tresspass,
to acquire taste rife with scales...
ripe truths on the rot.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC