the ferocious coithus interrupted,
for that look, of a feline woman
of lioness on fire

your body,  screaming for the
placer, hidden in your own
body.

claming for a lascivious touch,
looking for me to wip you
tiernamente.

and then love you in silence.

the feroucious torsion, of
your body, touching
mine.

the litlle fire, become
explosion, in your gutts, of,
feline woman.

your roaring for my bite,
then you stay quiet,
looking silent.

for that loved beast,
to ******* in the dark,
as a good girl, wanting
danger.

and the equinoctial touch,
becomes plaseant.

as if the pain and the lost,
where the exquisite consecuense,
of being wath you are,
a lioness.

a goddess biting the dust,
between the lost and the
exquisit, of your fall,
of your humanisation.

being lost you find your center,
your lioness, roaring,
oh loved beast.

lost in the estertors,
of your insides, on fire,
and between that fire,
you found her.

your lioness, your leopard,
wild beautiful,
and serene,
adored, loved,
free,
  mine.

my leopard.

Watch the birds go,

Watch the clouds flow.

Watch the horse,

Watch the rider,

In one single harmony - Fly.



Watch the people run,

Watch the cows go done.

Wath ye friends,

Wath ye deer dens,

Over, together, in one single harmony - Fly.



Ye can not stutter there,

But ye can stutter here.

Welcome to my land,

Welcome to the band,

Where we go, in one single harmony - Fly.

My whole life I was the most talked about person there was
I was talked about by people by co workers by friends
I thought one day it would all end
I laugh and smile not to show how I truly feel around people
It not like anybody will care anyways
I was always judged throughout my life In school
And yet they still judge me to look cool
My whole life people told me I'm nothing I'd always be considered lame
So now I've gaven up on t popularity and fame
I feel there's no reason for me to be in this world
I laugh and feel sad as I wath all my cousin and brothers get girls
Nobody understands me not my brothers and even my mother
I guess that's why it shows from others
Nobody understands  my pain my kife my struggles and more
I'm an angel that's fallen that can no longer sore
Nobody understands me only because I'm different
Different by how I act and how I look
I was the kid who had nicknames still today its the same
I still have pain inside
But out of every hurt I felt it never ruined my pride
So that part is good
My Name is Louis Haynes
And I'm misunderstood

Love the touch of
Your body, beating
Under mine

How your eyes scream
An ****** song, of
Love and ligth

Petal by petal, one by
One kissed and
Treasured

In your soul, im
United to you, in
An awakening

Beware of the darks
Looking to ruin your
LIGTH

And feeding of it
Triying to make you
Sleep again

In one nigth your essence
Enter me, mi ligth became
Yours

And complete you
As a woman, fertil,
Desired every hour, every
Minute, every second

The feeling of you complete
Shinning of placer, cuddles
Mi nigths

You are wath was not asked
A treasure of fate, mi
Placer to drink of you

Kissing your body, and
Loving it violently, with
Strength and devotion

While your eyes, scream
of desire, and passion
corresponded

Your soul shines, under
Mi claws of cat, and with your
scent, now in heat.

Sensual echoes of your
skin, covering mine,
vibrating between the blind

Awakened soul, vibrating
In peace, you became free

Guard our ligth, because
Is only ours, and mind those
Darks

Of your devoted heart ,
now i live there, mi ligth
Nest between your
fertil *******, the loved
Ones

And the fertil touch, of
Your body became
everithyng, in just
one nigth

Youre everithyng,
The ligth and peace
In front of darkness
and the storm

Pore by pore, your skin
Is adored, your heart and  
Desires, goes with me, as part
of mi ligth

And in your adored thighs,
The path to my truth

Poems are more personal than
a letter,  cause youre evoqued
Even more, your eyes and the ligth of your body, of your soul

In mi feline claws, youre
the goddess, that holds
the leeche, calming me, and if neccesarie give me peace

Beyond desire, cause thats slavery,
Wath you provoque, in me, makes
appears the ligth

In search of evoquing ligth, you
The MUDRA sacred femmale, are
Loved and respected.

And in your arms, and by
your side, peace comes, and
we became one

You have to lose some to win some and  finding That, giving us peace,
that moment In witch youre life,
ligth, and truth, loved truth

Between your eyes of honey,
And in your hair, theres a part
Of me

Youre that scream, and
The soft whiesper  in the
Lovers ears

  inside of me, as a union,
And in that union, and  in this
eyes, theres a DIVINE image, as the peak Moment, in witch peace sorround you, and you became part of another person, youre the complete, loved, satisfied, fertil and free.

silence the everlasting
fire, and the thirst of
your skin,  well satisfed.


never doubtfull,  your eyes
shine of placer, desire, and
complete satisfaction.

humdty in my pelvis, the
silky and sour shine, in the
lap of this gratefull  and loved
lion.

and for a minute,
just in that moment, im
complete, serene, loved, wanted,
a full beast, serened and thankfull

the sorrow, the pain, and fouling acts,
and the brutal theft, are just bumps,
overcomed, erased with the humidity
of your ***.

doubtfull is the one, that  
has not loved, her lie is a heavy
cross, dark, fatal, deadly, her soul
will never love beneath the divine
phalus.

in return, your eyes, truth,
love and venture, loving an
impossible, but loving even so,
stertores of your  loved and
kissed ******.

penetrated, softly and ferouciously,
are the echo of the fire, crashing the
sea, making life, steam, watering the
earth, generating the trofhic cicle,
of life, fire and water, steam of life,
passion between two beasts,
beautiful and loved.

your honney and your
desire, WILD, intense,
evergreene,  are vitals,
for a beast of montecristo,

that just drags, harm and pain,
of betrayal, every cut, every  scratch,
every stabing, made of me, the strong man
that y am.

unbreakcable, and living, loving impossibles
destroying the lies, ending the weakness
of  layars, full of hate,  and envy,
for losing  that, holding our
lives.

after that, and for their weakness
montecristo is the winner, a beast
with a heart, learning to love, the possible
and the impossible, to dissapear in the other,
rapped in her ligth, and her beauty,


the evil and weak of the mondego girls,
only speed up, their catastrophy,
y stand alone before their mistakes, and their
lies and anathems, turn against them,
truth clean the waters, and the fire make the
steam, that generates life, makng a full cicle.

so, threw desire, and mutual passion,
impossible happens, in the name of life,
and love, the desire quimera, could never erase
the time we touch, dispise the difference
full and wild.

generating steam, making life,
roaring, *******, groaning, and
in my mind and in yours, the same
desire, the overwelming truth, our truth,
and the incompresible lie, vain, the
echoes of the false, and ther infectious lies,
corrupting wath was always life.

the false notion of love, and their
acomplisses, with her conning, and the
not aceptacion, vain or insane,
dark, crazy and
incomplte.

you’re getting married
in less than twenty-four hours

yet, here you are --
saying hello on my doorstep,
rocking on the ***** of your heels,
nervously clutching your floral skirt
like the way you did
when you're still on
first dates and first bases
sipping ***** instead
of swallowing the shots down

you talk about the towns
that you had driven through
the past two hours --
just so you could see me

but I don't
think,

that you're here
just to say hello
and talk about
the towns you've
driven by

we sit, on the flagstone
mezzanine, idle talks
flowing through pretentious lips
but always dancing, always skirting
past the things we both
know we want to talk about

but we never mention
them out loud

we eat the gravel and grit
and ashes of burnt-out loves
fill our mouths

we are both dying
to say,
what we are both dying
to hear.

it's already late,
later than I would have
allowed myself to
let you stay,

but we open a few more
bottles of beer
you still swirl your
drink in your cup,
let it slosh before you sip
on it -- you still
like to pretend it's *****
when it's just cheap beer

when the moon finally shines
over the ridge of Sierra del Fuego,
an orange coin someone
had hung in the midst
of a blackberry sky,
it beckons you to leave
for home, and you heed
the call

I wish that you hadn't,
because as much as much
as I want you for myself I,
also wish for you to be happy,
and I want you to be free
of me, of what I am -- a liability,
a constant reminder
that you must be responsible
for whatever consequence we
might bring to each other

so I remain silent,

let myself choke on the words
I would have wanted
you to hear, and I
wath you as you
drive away in a Ford,
dust exploding in a
flurry of clouds behind your tires
as it tears through the
gravel pathway that traverses
in front of my house
for the northern highway
where the thorn bush
with the pink flowers
had managed
to bloom, despite the harshness
of the soil that reside there

oh, I watch as the sun
as it travels back to the east
where it belongs!

without words, without
that grandiose score
that cues the end of the world
and the start of the apocalypse,
the world still turns and turns,
heedless of a petty heart breaking

Silence.

and the sound is loudest
when it is not heard.