shackled to a notion
rubbing through wrists
in rusted remains
of beautifully easy

it's a slow bleed
through insults slung
in fear the unmaliciois
only noticed in hindsight

calling the innocent a *****
doesn't breed hate from love
the duke-yeilding cowardly lion
flings back like a monkey


##

breaststroking a marathon in tears
wading through pain I never caused
pelted with double-barrelled denial
THIS IS NOT WEAKNESS

there is no waver on my solid ground
torn flesh and compound fractures
cannot break harder than history

still, gavel strikes
in sucker punched cracked ribs
that look like a past that ain't mine

###

keep hacking off pieces
maybe I'll fit into those pretty boxes
your liars left as gifts
nasty reminders that trust has sharp teeth

maybe that's just you
biting back any hand that gets too close
pandering in placating platitudes
ain't my bag

flattery fails to flounce from unfettered friends


####

can't be beat into submission
with unspoken broken rules
can't run from a truth in plain view

this is what it looks like
to believe what you know over
what you've lived

I'm not running
I'm not biting back
I'm not going anywhere

then again, why would I
I'm not the one afraid to love you




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A scene with a face in the mind,
Missing that feeling of some kind.
Remembering words of beauty and times,
Melodies of skies and rhymes.
Dancing to capture moments of bliss,
Experiencing more than able to miss.
Affection radiating from a look,
Not admitting how much he took.
Chest and mind held down as bait,
Truths to be told from the wait.

i saw an apple tree with blossom oh so white
like little drops of snow  a picture of delight
lots and lots of flowers  and pollinating bees
as busy as can be among the apple trees

waiting for the summer for its fruit to drop
each and every branch yeilding such a crop
when the apples fall and lying on the floor
it will wait its time to bloom again once more

I came across a chimera yesterday.
It had the legs of a beautiful egyptian *** goddess

She covered them with pants she had bought that morning
My favorite color,
Pistachio cream
She had no idea what my favorite color was,
luck should have it,
She's perfect.
Her personality had traits of every woman
I'd ever fallen in love with
Alphabetical From

Anxiety to
Brand new
Comfortable
Directionally challenged
Embarrassed when I caught her smiling
Flirtatious
Goregeous
Home schooled
Intelligent
Jealous
Kitchen working
Lavender loving
Mistake making
Neglected
Open hearted
Passionate
Queer
Religious
Self-analyzing
Takes off her wedding ring
Understanding
Venomous
Worried about everything
Xerox'd onto her
Yeilding Body.
Zodiac stamped

Like she was made especially for me.
she wasn't...
She belonged to somebody else.

~~~~~

She told me I represented the end of the world.
We saw shooting stars and the only thing we could wish was
"Please let this night last forever."

Because once we climbed down our milkcrate staircase
We had to deal with the consequences.

Our lips were so close that I could tell her breath was sweet,
like poison.

She gave me her body.
Pressed it against me like we
Were one whole creature.

I love making woman glow.
Love seeing woman cry.
Not for some sick sadistic pleasure
because ironically,
I hate lying.
When you're glowing or crying
At least you're real.

She was so...
Real...
Just like the rooftop we layed on.
The shooting stars,
The kiss.
Her begging me to hate her.
Touches and moans.
Warmth and the softness of her skin.

Now, I'm just a name
On a list of regrets
That she passes to him
In her worst nightmares.

Before her I thought I couldn't love again.
Broken to the idea of relationships.
Meaningless pleasure.
At least now
I'm broken for a different reason.

one plus one gets the sum of two

the combination of us both, me and you

putting us together brings more fun and love into the mix

take a million smiles and hugs  multiplied by six

minus the insecurities and self boubt both of us share

divide all the truth out of the lies to show how much we care

all the fractions of life we will convert to a whole

yeilding the highest percentage of true happiness our daily goal

when you figure the formula that makes us together....we

the love and joy will add up so that everyone can see

i saw an apple tree with blossom oh so white
like little drops of snow  a picture of delight
lots and lots of flowers  and pollinating bees
as busy as can be among the apple trees

waiting for the summer for its fruit to drop
each and every branch yeilding such a crop
when the apples fall and lying on the floor
it will wait its time to bloom again once more

I'm taking off my watch
So take off your street shoe
I say don't worry you look perfect
She manages a thank you.

Our silence is beautiful.
In it her intentions are clear.
She leans in so close.
Whispers softly in my ear.

" I have a small secret.
You can feel my heart beat on my lips."
I want to know what it's like.
I place my fingertips on her hip.

A light smile at the touch.
Those eyes a sky of diamond stars.
Our noses meet briefly.
So close yet so far.

She says, "If you pay close attention
And close your enchanting eyes,
I can show you proof
That I'm telling no lies."

So I give in to the moment.
I can feel hair brush my face.
My hand caresses her cheek.
The skin feels like satin lace.

My breathe freezes up.
I don't what to do from here.
My stomach twists in knots.
My heart stops in fear.

Her scent is intoxicating.
I'm drowned in vanilla and lilac.
I lean in to meet.
No use in fighting back.

A spark. A fire.
Now electrified beyond the flame.
It's lust. It's passion.
I can only hope she feels the same.

Her movement flows like the river.
Powerful yet yeilding to my advance.
Then she flows away and it's over.
For what felt like forever, our lips had danced.

I see a breathless smile.
Her soft voice. "Don't leave me tonight?"
I wrap her with all the love I have.
The silence is beautiful for she is mine tonight.

My love, my life your a true blessing
Yeilding unto you, I surrender

Loving you has competed me totally
Only you, has made feel this way
Verses of sweet poetry, to you I write
Enfold me your arms, kiss me sweetly

My love, my life your my eternity
Your the man I've always prayed for

Love's gift God gave, when He sent you
I dream some day to become your wife
Forevermore in love, love is timeless
Each kiss, begs another, my love, my life

You'll never know the burn of a blade,
as I know it.
Cold and hard against my skin,
yet so soft and yeilding as it slices into my flesh.
My good friend,
where have you been for so long?
I miss your steely kisses on the inside of my arms.
Your pain infused words that
dance
      across
               my
                    hips.
Oh sweet love, I have missed you.
Sit next to my bed side on your throne of honor;
bathe in my blood; sip it from a goblet like wine
until we both lose consciousness from the pain...
So much better now that it is out of my heart,
and onto my skin.
Hello again, old friend.
Hello.

I would give myself away
as I so often do.

crack a smile
shed a tear
laugh abrubtly
or sit silent

Always with my heart on my sleeve,
where I have made a spot for it.

I would give myself away.
everytime.
if the person I am yeilding to is you.

And I will not hide anymore.
So that maybe
Maybe
Maybe we will teach each other
the serenity
In loving someone who let's you keep your heart on your sleeve
So they might see it.

So loving,
just loving
might come with less questions

I cannot give you serenity,
but if it meant you might find it
for yourself
I would give myself away.

For you,
I would give myself away.

Oh sweet poetry, whisper to me softly
Heartfelt words, saved in verses

Sharing of deep emotions fully exposed
With your sweet nothings, written in ink
Etched upon a page, the title and all
Enchanting me, oh so romantically
Take me with your words, as I surrender

Poetic muse, guild me pen so carefully
On pages full of love and romance
Enfolded into a book of poems, to share
Talk to me softly, paint me your canvase
Reveling your each soft silken syllable
Yeilding in your poetry, Oh sweet poetry

A angry fire rages on in the corners of my black pupils yeilding it into reflections that shimmer light upon old coffee colored paper like a light house.
My old hands, cracked, and withered like an old crispy flower lay upon my tan paper, vibrations consume my hands.
There in my head is a river called creativity and it is where I get my power.
In the dead of dawn there glows a  golden ray of sun filling my sweat beads lodged between the wrinkles on my face.
My pen is alive as I am too.
I do not write.
My pen does
And the universe tells it what to do.

i saw an apple tree with blossom oh so white
like little drops of snow  a picture of delight
lots and lots of flowers  and pollinating bees
as busy as can be among the apple trees

waiting for the summer for its fruit to drop
each and every branch yeilding such a crop
when the apples fall and lying on the floor
it will wait its time to bloom again once more

wrapped in his arms
                 I feel only warmth
               and un-yeilding
                  
                              *serenity

Abandoned buildings
Without yeilding
Of human population
None to expect narration
Haunted by mutilated expansion
Sightless eyes as if stare
Introducing nightmare
As if curses of living now dead
Their remaining bred
Anguishe Summing up
Loneliness cropping up
Howling graffiti fitted up
Idleness of material user up

See her mouth gently clad
as the grasshopper hop avidly
whilst the ants swamp in anticipation

See her weigh the upsized eggs
as her fertility sparcely disappear
casting shadows to his peripheries

See the two rocks collide and form
yeilding  to the uprooted dead plants
a homage of the great masturbator

Dali! take me to the planes of Emporda
at the bay of Cadaques, our beautiful Catalonia
let's escape and hide to the Alberes hills

Dali! take me to the jewel of the hidden hills
for their rotten love is a petrefaction
a parallel to our mystic crown