A poets heart loves
With a blissful kiss
Of words in twist
With metaphors of sexually lettered alphabets
With just a few jots
And suggestive jest
The poet has you spreading
Your legs
Your arms
And your heart to length

How does a poet love you say
It is easier to show
Than to write bouquets
He loves with his soul
With his life you take
Everything he owns for your own buffet
A poet loves with his pen displayed
In an art form staged in a cabaret
Yet the easiest way
To understand love his way
Is over a glass of Beaujolais
In lingerie

Kissing the moonlight
      Her soft cotton lips
      Struck me in red

Rubbing against my neck
        Glowing luminescent

The scent of the sky
           Was in my bed
           Acting innocent

Time wasn't there
     Until he barged in

Stealing those kisses away
                             Burning sun

What I held in my arms
                Under the stars
Was a temporary space

Another universe
          Milky in way

Couldn't I go back in the moment
                                      In my memory

Through a black hole
             Of outer space

Kissing the moonlight
       On her cotton face

I'm just an astronaut
              Floating away

How much distance
              Can you take

  Her beams are so soft
They treat me like skin
Like the wind of a woman
                  Blowing through
                  Sun rays

  You can find me in orbit
Where you wouldn't stay

I'm just a cosmic masculine

Floating in the humans
           Infinitesimal race

Kissing the moonlight
On the soft of her face

Unto her cottons lips
                               I fade…

The Word spoke
             Diamonds
In gold covered iron
While steel hearts forged
In verbal presses and pyrite
I molded
A cast
Formed
Of the past  
thrown
In the back
Of my head cracked
In fire




I was shaped
A Metallic face
Encrusted with fate
That someday
I would be magnetic enough
To attract a mate

Ore maybe I'm not iron
Enough
To steel a heart
No matter what the word said
About populating earth
Filled with carbon and coal

For how much pressure does it take
For a diamond to show fate
Before it gets too old
To shine brilliance
On the face of this world

Under a steam boat
Swim
Fighting the current there
Oh what a night
Overhead
Paddling through bubbles
Holding the air
Swim
                 Stroke
The cold rivers bed
Listen to the music
What that voice swallowed in
Throw out your roses
It's the last night of prayers
Don't look for me anymore
I'm not coming up for
Air
Under a steam boat
Swim
Arm over arm
This is the last goodbye
Waving there
Oh What a night
To swallow in
Sinking in the voice
Of your mojo pin
Throw out your roses
On the heavens stairs
Don't look for me anymore
I'm not coming up for
Air

I lay here
A color filemot
A gamin
Resting
Until the next town

I'm not some gangrel
Just a gentleman of fortune
In an old man

I'm the flesh of cicatrix
And have a poor bordereau

Traveling through the cities
Looking low over the steering wheel

They say I'm ineffectual
Yet I'm industrial
With a full house

I was chased away
From the inerrable
Venal tribes
Because of my mouth

Every town
Another girl
From the vault of heaven
Drops down

And I leave the table
With a broken heart
For the last time

Clumps of gases
Congregated in gravity
A nuclear fusion reaction
Began a stars activity

Shining
18 million degrees
Fahrenheit

Glows
A molecular cloud of nebulae


A Cepheid is born
Pulsating a RR Lyrae

As a candle
For the Lords eyes
Shining brightly

Hydrogen & helium
Beam a light within

For the purpose of a man
Who calculates constellations

To try and understand

                     Where he is

The night was velvet
Goose bumps arrived
While nails slide across the chalkboards
Habit

Screeching
Everone was reaching
For their eardrums
                     Grabbin'

And I was sittin in the middle of this scene
Sandwhiched

I took out my note pad
And started scribblin
              Some scrabble
And here is what I wrote
In the bibble of my babble
~

The night was velvet
Soft in deep colors
And I was visually drowning
In the sea of misunderstanding
With the rest of the others

They wanted me to describe
The drastic destiny of why
We are all here

And when will we all die

On the last night you remembered
                            The night was velvet

The touch that affected you different
You felt that moment

The purpose of you being
Was alive in the breath you spoke
And when you spoke it
You said you'd die

When the life around you exploded

I couldn't question the answer
So I answered the question
Life is just a history of  lesssons

To test your knowledge of learning
What the gift is

And you've learned
The night was velvet

A soft downey skin
Tufted along the fabric of life in sin

When will this all end
As the goosebumps spark fear
In my head hoping I'm not accountable
For everything I did

I think about all I have read
And hope that it is adequate

But I feel the only thing that I've learned

Is...

The night was velvet

I was tuned

The sound frequency
Was so frequent
Following rapidly

The sound of waves
Crashed into my brain
At 20,000 Hz

I been tryin to keep it down
To a low 20

I was holding a horseshoe magnet
And I became magnetized
The only thing I couldn't attract
Was a womans beautiful eyes

Sound was traveling
Caused by a vibration
It sounded like an elastic band twangin

Sounds waves filled the place
I was slapped a magnetic pole upon my face

It was this invisible force
A magnetosphere running a course
Of magnetic energy

The earth was spinning
Her iron core
Creating a dynamo electric current
When I was born

This resonance
Vibrated articulated
A little frustrated yet integrated
Into the world

The bigger the difference
The bigger the voltage
I had so much potential
As a little volt

Then a filament of tungsten wire
Developed an idea
Inside of a glass bulb
Filled with argon and nitrogen

A bright glowed
Superconducted
A light flow
That allowed me to see
Into the next world

This life

A bunch of electrons
Breaking free of atoms
Banging into each other
Like a row of marbles
In a current of 24 hours

I found myself in an electromagnetic spectrum
Floating in radiation emitted by atoms

X-rays and microwaves
combed through my hair like static
Electricity
   Ultraviolet
No one could see this
Computed tomography
Developing schemes like these
For poetry

I resume to be a battery
Eventually inevitably
Running out of energy
Tell you pull me out of your
Radio frequency
And discard my cathode
Of zinc and manganese

She was ambidextrous
With both hands she kneads
A man's bread Into biscuits
She was delicious
Warm with buttered kisses
But she melted into the prison
Of a maids kitchen
She served him like a slave or a victim
She was his mom without kissing
He was a boy not a husband giving
And this how they're living
Everyday mom serving
Washing and cooking and working
While she died in the hurting
He proved he was better off
With a maid than a girlfriend
And his wife was there only to care for the children
Don't allow love to share a role that involves
Serving without hugging or ****** affection
A women is ambidextrous working both roles With two hands of a mother and mistress
If all men can understand and respect the role of a woman
They can put down their hand
and stop the woes of feminine
By being the strength they depend
To keep continuing to be subservant
And genuine and possibly provide an occasional ******

This isn't your style
But your here for a while
Wondering what it looks like
From a different side
Its like an extra pair of eyes
Seeing things in a different light of life
Shine
Words
Rhymes
Signs
Time
This isn't your style or mine
Dropped and cropped into a box
That fits a profile with pixels of dots
Connecting minds thoughts
Choppped
Diced
Cut
Sliced
And propped into an organizational plot
In theory the hypothesis is right and wrong
And each difference to each other ethically aesthetically formed
An axiological worth of value consisting the sum of a mathimatical rigour
Interactionism
Phenomenolgy
Verstehen
Philosophical verses
versus
Dictionaries and thesauruses versions
Of explorers excursions
What are you reading
And are you understanding
The paragraph and sentences of the courses
This isn't your style
I know this
But I hold this
Poetical knife to your throat
With the intent to cut it
Open
Mind
Eyes
Palms
Heart

Ears

LIFE

There has been a change in the environment
surroundings changed
The atmospheric requirements
We used to breathe the desired oxygen
And exahale the carbon dioxide
Elements
There has been a change
And your flesh remains
The excrement
Waste of time and space
Begging for mercy and grace
You have been replaced
From dust back to dust
Lacking any more energy

How could I escape this place
Through the windows
Out the door
Driving a car real fast

How can I escape
The rate of the worlds decline
And my patience to take
What other men have designed
How could I break away
From the bars that incarcerate
The minds right and wrong
Freedom to participate

I feel like I've lost my mind
But it was my mind that lost me
And now I found out          
It cost me more than I could pay

Slow descent
Into the measurement
And what the measure meant
A metaphysical question
Answered in a numerical
One -through ten
On that scale of how much
Do you believe in your creation
And where you came from
To where you are going
When this all ends

We backtrack and note
Where we've been
Snap photos
Collect mementos
That we'll all leave behind to our friends
Which heaven which God
Which devil will you befriend
When you ascend into the inevitable    
Otherside and discard your skin
Where will all of our brethren
Gather and perform good deeds
Or will those deeds be bad instead
As you calculate this all in your head
And ignore the truth you should have read
This is one thing we know for sure that has been
You are accountable for the life you have lived
And you better believe what you achieved
In knowledge will be the make of your bed

She wrote in red letters
Perhaps it was better
Than what she spoke
Everthing I read
Was a whole lot better
Than the lilies
That never toil or spell
Consider the birds of the air
They never reap or sow
She wrote in red letters
Because the effort to talk
Was too burdensome for her mouth
She spilt a bucket of honey
And kept walking
For it was nothing of else
Anger for what thing
Should her blood boil
For a loss of some wealth
She wrote in red letters
While her tongue tied knots
But I heard verily what was said
When I read her books
That were pulled from the shelf

There is nothing more constant than change
Everyday it reveals the work that is made

After all we've prayed
We put forth steps
In the directions of its pace

Slowly
Quickly

The metamorphosis of an ugly duckling
Forms the shape of a butterfly

A caterpillar with angels wings

Change is a constant way
Evolving different moods
On a path to never stay the same

As time video tapes change
And takes photos of yesterday
It slips away
Into the future

While she's in her dressing room
Fitted in a new gown
The swan floats the pond
In the most elegant way

Nothing is more constant than change
It is always there

And we could never make it stay the same

Dead silences
Man I look alone
Walking blindly

Heading for the stones
      Into the graveyards
     Darkness evermore

Blindly digging deeper
Under a demons spell

The noose tightens tighter
                    Inevitable reaper

            Hanging pictures of chokes
Rope me a lasso for my last hope

I was up last night
Tilting back a glass of whiskey

My thoughts keep pouring
And my eyes drooped with me

Ti
         p
             sy

I emptied the bottle
With countless swallows
To destroy memories


But what I really needed was
Another bottle

In the darkest harbors
Your eyes
Float the waters
And I'm drowning
In the motions
Of push and pull

Man overboard
Leaping from the plank
You walked him toward
And your eyes
Looked over
Where he sank

To the bottom of love
And anchors away
Away
He'll be floating
Without a lung to breathe

If he could only change peace
And get some rest
In the belly of abyss
On the deepest bed
He could free his lungs
From the beg
Of Gods breath

If looks could ****
He'd already be dead
As rock bottom
Cradled his sunken head


And just stared...


In the darkest harbors
Her eyes slaughtered
Everything in their path

    Now you're floating
In davy jones locker

In the

Deepest

              Darkest

                 Death

I almost died last night


And I've lost the lottery too

It seems I can't ever win


The jackpot

  When I pull

The face of slumber
Tired of waiting
Exhausted
From our human racing
And the words of a serpent
Taking energies
We can't be perfect
But we search it
In the ladies luck of purses
And we read the book of versus
That curses our fleshy worthless
Waiting for tired
Feelings of exhaustion
The face of slumber
Somber in her hands
What kind of man
Could understand
What the serpent did
Knowing what was good
And bad
As curiosity killed the mood
The face of slumber
Fell under
The spell of mother earth
Waiting for tired
Exhausted from her birth
All she wants is a rest in peace
And forgiveness for what she did
To the flesh that heard
Curiosity and what it hissed

Chocolate bunny
Melting in my hands
Buried in my teeth
Your head
Chocolate lipstick
Kisses for my peeps
Marshmallow sugar bodies
What a treat

It was the coldest ice
He had ever said
It left her in a cold sweat
Shivers and shakes
How could this be love
Anger and hate
How could a kiss be a fist
In this religion made
Poor woman beaten to death
While the men mock
All that she loved

Time
Is in the valley
Of deception
And we peruse
His face ticking
Perceptions
He is the master
To our slaving over
Every minute
We desire
More than our creator
Time
Orbits every spaces
Surface
Every matter
In every purpose
It passes age
With galactical rotations
Spinning in different directions
Obeying laws of obedience
Ticks and tocks walk across
Numbers in calender socks
Every wrist displaying a watch
So we know what to obey
When it looks at us back

She didn't need a feather to fly
She had her own kind of wings
You could see her high
In her eyes
But her sky was the streets
Fly on by
Pretty Angel
Sell your soul for a wing
You could fly
Higher and higher
With the magic of speed
She didn't need a feather to fly
She had her own kind of wings
You could see her high
In her eyes
But her sky was the street
Fly on by
Pretty Angel
Soaring high to be free
Sell your soul to the devils trolls
To reach the sky you need
She didnt need a feather to fly
She had her own kind of wings
You could see her high
In her eyes
But her sky was the streets
Fly on by
Pretty angel
And flap your wings

A word is alive
It never dies
Some might say

That Its death
Lives in the breath
It takes

The impossible dream
Starring me
Killing myself
And I
Can't wake
Countless visions
Rhyming in sync
Appearing a ghost
Out of his shriek
The impossible dream
Starring me
Killing myself
And I
Can't wake
I strum my guitar
But I can't play
I don't have a guitar
Just a handful of strings
I've tried so hard
And hard has tried me
When I'm awake
I just want to sleep
So I can dream
The impossible dream
Starring me
Killing myself
And I can't wake

Poetry is..
My battered heart
And broken brain

My soul on a stick burning pain

Poetry is..
My tears ink
My blood flow
My lungs breath

Everything my eyes see

Poetry is.. all

It's all of me

In every angle
In every thing

Poetry is..
The song I sing

The notes I read
The cuts I bleed
Its the love I please

Poetry is..
The world

             I live
          To be

I saw that dress
             You wore
         On another girl
That loved me more

If maybe just for a minute
                           It lasted four

A different highway
                      Of curves

Without directions

                Same black dress
With different attractions

I calculated it all

Additions
                    Subtractions

The way she moves
   Versus your habits

            Same black dress
With ridiculous passion

Capricious
                       ******
       Advertisement

Mmm¡

           The way she walks
     That black dress talks
About how you're nothing

                 And me she wants

Every step of that mellifluous dress
Was melodic and harmonic
                   With the way I drift

     That dress you wore
On some other woman
              Some other lady

Obsequious to my roar

Gallavanting around town
                                On my arm

I saw that dress
             You wore
On another girl

And that's how I
Forgot your name

I could still taste your perfume
               And below your waist
Still lingers in scent with my morning         pancakes

Your moans and pleasures still echo in the chambers of my ears

They still pierce the scratches on my back
     Every deep ******
You passionately dug

Made me last longer
    Than I ever could

           And your eyes
  tattooed on to mine
  with a pain
That hurts so good
         It felt so right

The intimate gazing
             at your body

Every crack
           crevice and naughty

Playing my fingers

Yeah I could still taste the words you whispered
My ears still drip off your tongue
                                And wimpers

I'm trying to eat my breakfast
But I can't wait for my dinner

Because you're my night desert
And under your skirt
My imagination flirts
With your ******* pressed against
My girth

I'm in love with every syllable you blurt
And my insatiable lust beckons
To be the poetry of your heart

I woke up in Generation X
In the flesh of a baby
And this is what they made
In the winter
Of Octobers labor
I traveled through the millennium
A poor figure
Forming saxicolously
On the earths behavior
I'm all ready in enough sin
That I voraciously devour
And my abstruse mind
Adroit yet intertwined
With why me? empowered?
Oxygen? blood of the lamb?
24 hours
Into generation Z
Amorphously they move forward
And I'm trying to survive
The atomic powers
With my nuclear family
While government downwards
I woke up
But now I'm tired
The people have lost their minds
And morals are a thing of the past
There is no more shame
In the way we act
I was born into the aftermath
Of a Gods punishment for a devils path
And in that path was a man and rib
And a proclaimation I was chosen
Not I that chose him
John 15:5 claims I am the limb
And from thy vine
fruit produces in men
I can do nothing
Will all my somethings I sin
I am a withered branch
without the Lord within
Here I am born again
Bearing the fruit
Of the husbandman

He lays like a lion
She hugs like a bear
And they didn't care
About their different fur

It's a jungle out there
Tigers and fear
It's so much worse
Than the wild in them

He had a mane like a lion
She had fuzz like a bear
And they didn't care
About the hide they wear

No they didnt care
About who they were

Together

The only thing that mattered
Was each other
Trying to reach forever
With different endeavors

He was the king of the jungle
She was the grizzliest bare
Laying naked together
Honey was shared

And as the world stared
Their hearts paired
For they didn't care
What the looks mirrored

Two lovers
Different breeds
Wearing different colors

They only cared about loving
One another

He was a lion
She was a bear
He had a roar
That her growl repaired

They didn't care
What the world declared

For they were here for eachother
And the world was just another

Fanfare

Lilium longiflorum

Beauty
    Hope
        Life

You are a trumpet
Of fragrance

In a dress of white

Or she could be a "pink heaven
At Eastertide

In the drops of sweat
From our King you rise

You never toil or spin
Yet you're arrayed with love

In the chancel of churchs
Your faces lay aslant

Greeting our Easter morning
With such an alluring plant

Lovely lilly
You blossom in springs romance

Consume us in your beauty
Our good Lord grants

I'm so tired
Every footstep
Feels like miles
How much longer
To get where I'm going

My weakened legs
And buckled belly
Catching breath
On my broken lungs
yelling

I'm so tired
Let me rest in peace
Lord
I can hardly walk
And lift my arms

My head is hung
On lifes gallows
Every footstep is a thousand pounds
Every breath is a half pull

I'm so tired
My eyes close
Inside helplessness
My mind kills

Itself

The world is so heavy
To carry
My shoulders failed

I've lost desire
I'm so tired
And I can't lift my spirit any higher

On the floor of trying
I lay here dying

slow

And why here

All these years and marathons
Gasping for every breath
And finish lines

The time of speed
In the heart of beats
Crying in the pain of natures beast

I'm too tired of getting up
When my face is punched
And pummled each week

I want rest

In the peace of the graves death
Because I'm just too tired here
Fighting loneliness

Battling for money blessed
In paychecks spent
On rent and food fats

I'm too tired
To eat much
Too gone
To feel loved

I'm exhausted

To the max edge
Of this worlds coffin
I lay here
Staring at the ceiling
Waiting for my nerves
Calming

I want to sleep
But I'm still awake
And I contemplate
Escape

I believe it's coming

The weight of the world
Is so tough to carry
It's heavy with worry
And the devils scurvy

All I can do
Is eat drink
and be merry

But I'm just too tired
Of sparing

My life

Invisibly
        She sat miserably
In a bubble of space and time

   He was on the other side
       Drowning in whiskey
And anything else he could find

        Back to back
Instead of face to face
        Their choices
     Sculpted design

                  And the misery
                  Lived infinitely
In the backs of their tortured minds

As the dust settled
On the shelves middle
A polish somehow arived

      And they were wiped
          From their sorrys
        And belated armies
That never fought for their lives

I found my death
On a popsicle stick
The ******* melted the lick

In the middle of throat
The cold froze my lips
That wooden handle
Was found on the floor of my wish

My brain froze
And my tags toe'd
My body's bagged gift

Ever since I became an adult
I was a kid
Born into a womb
The world would spin

Ice cream
But no one heard
What my voice did
I found my death
It was born in my last breath

I screamed
As the cold dripped
Everything I was looking for
Vanished

On a hot summer street
A melted popsicle
Puddled around stick

That wooden handle
Was the last thing I did

An Artist
Suffers
the hardest
Work
Pumping colors
Through his
                  And others
Look

At the way he brushes
The rivers brook

The flow of water
In rainbows colored
Gobbledygook

He rides his unicorn
Palet in arm
In a pink suit of velvet
And metaphors

But he suffers the hardest
As the artist of
Ridicule

The effort it took
For a gain
The price of the same
Strenuous work
A little elbow grease
For the product to sell
An empty shelf
These things
For the wealth
Of a better self
On a temporary earth
The effort it took
Was a payment that could
Never repay
What it cost
For the worth

The night came
A day late
I told my calender
I wanted to date her

It was all
It was too

It was all too late
              To change

I told her I wanted the day
That lasts forever

The night came
           A day late
They say better late
                 Than never

But It was all
       It was too

It was all too late

I told my calender
I'm missing the days
I wanted more
Yet they kept slippin' away

I kept searching for the one that would stay

But my night came
           A day too late

I framed my picture
Even though he was innocent
I painted him the culprit

Responsible for crimes

I've committed
I'm committed

To hanging it on the wall
Where everyone could see what I once was

Before I was
Framed at all

It was all my fault

You could fast forward
rewind
Or pause

Even though he was innocent
I framed my picture
For what he was

I made it look like
It was all his fault

Because I needed someone to blame
For all I've done

So I framed my picture

           And myself hung

The moon cried spades
Tears of black
Fell on hearts attacked
With space
All the stars glowed faith
In the milkiest way
Spinning galaxies faster
Than my chase
The Sons reflection
Glowing in the nights complexion
Reminded me of my direction
And why those tears fall in pain
A puddle of spades
In the deck of cards played
On life's gamble for survival
Of the fittest out of shape
The moon cried spades
And alphabets committed crimes
With metaphors and paint
Everything spoke was said
In thousands of different ways
And it was read
Not yellow
In the marshes mellow
For the moon cried spades
In shapes of black arrows
That fell onto mother earths face
God shuffled the deck
And dealt me a Jax
Though tucked in my sleeve was the Ace

Deeper the knife
        Went deeper

          I felt the pull
Sharp like a bullet

Deep wound
    Casualties

In what kind of war

Somebody was screaming
But no one knew what for

Deeper the knife
        Went deeper

I felt the pull

Diggin into my t-shirt
And through my pulse

Deep deep
       Wound
Bleeding me out

In what kind of cold

     It felt like I was freezing
When the knife was pulled

Out.
          Floor