I love to escape
from the daily doldrums.
These days (and nights)
it seems like all I do
is fade in and out
of poetry,
penning
some true stories
of my own,
revealing real emotions,
trying to connect
to other creative people.

And if one of my pieces
hits your bull's eye,
makes your heart melt,
gives you goose bumps,
then I'd say
I hit my mark,
created a bit of a spark.

O sweet,
I am ever so grateful
to be understood,
even if it is
just in verse & rhyme.

You can be my muse anytime
& take me down
with your heartfelt words.
I hope you're reading me darling.

Write me one soon Miss Muse.

I write to exorcise
my demons,
who lie in wait
& are well organized
behind my darkened eyes.
When the morning star rises,
I cry & they are satiated
until it sets yet again,
when they come alive
for me to live out my sins.
In perfect harmony,
I write,
I write,
I write,
to get them off
my tortured mind.

What happens when
the muse runs out,
when they fly
& you're left empty,
to fend for yourself,
writing words for nobody.

I never concern myself
with the reasons why
others write verses.

I figure, why fight
the human spirit,
it's their sacred right.

And to question the quality
of one's emotions
is to play a god
& I am the devil
you'll pay
someday.

So write,
just write,
let the spirit out
& don't judge the small stuff,
you'll feel my heat,
soon enough!

Every thought
is in spurts now,
my mind is racing,
flashbacks
come quick
& furious,
I am hopelessly
delirious,
looking for the
proper configuration
of letter & words
to paint the picture.

O, my dilemma!

She called me a *****
& I called her chicken
& there we both stood
at the top of bungee ropes.

But we did
prove each other
wrong at the bottom,
kissed
& made up.

Funny how the stars looked the same,
but the scenery didn't,
in a war zone.
And love felt the same,
but more surreal,
in a killing zone.
Safe zone,
schmafe zone,
there wasn't anything
right there.

I watched paint dry this morning.
It gave me the opportunity to reflect
about the formation of the universe
& as the middle dried,
I saw the edges crack.
I witnessed the big bang theory
on my wall in yellow
& wondered what it
would have looked like in blue.

Yes methinks,
fetting away in fear
is what we do
forgetting our senses
& I wonder,
does it really matter
if wind exists on Jupiter?

Methinks not,
I do, I don't!

Intertwined,
she rose above,
swallowing me
so completely.
We fed
each other
abundantly
'till we trembled,
exploded sweet
genuine bliss.

Let's just say mom
had two sides.
She was a true dichotomy,
a great example
of the perfect
yin yang mother.

On one side,
she did the best
she could,
clothed us
& fed us,
cleaned up our cuts,
did a bit of homework
& taught us about Jesus.

On the other side,
she did her worse.
She lied,
connived,
****** a couple
of my high school friends
& showed us the devil.

Yin Yang lovers meet
Enjoy each others treasures
Explosive pleasures

I'm going to torch up some nag champa,
turn the lights down low
and indulge in some ashtanga.
Join me.

Lying alone gets monotonous,
I count the sheep
& it doesn't work,
I just stare at the fan.

Many times I write
and that works for awhile,
then loneliness creeps back
& I'm all out if sheep.

What then?  
Yoga & jam donuts!

I was honeysuckle & roses,
the butterflies in your stomach,
the quaking in your knees,
the gentle breeze & sunshine
on your pretty face.

I took you to magical places,
made you laugh,
your heart skip beats,
took you off your feet.

Your favorite dessert
was in my fingers,
I wrote you prose,
lot's of it,
never realizing until
it was too late.

But, you always and will,
bring out the best in me.

The only noise
breaking this lonely-silence,
is my quickened breathing,
the rustling of my smooth sheets
as I build to a crescendo,
thinking,
dreaming of you
amongst,
you amongst the stars
I am kissing,
as I release
my velvet love.

Those times
we'd go four wheelin'
with nothing on
but the bikini top
were the best of times.

We'd jam Thorogood,
take a cooler
& disappear
way up
into the hills,
get lost in the blm lands
near skagway.

And those trips
into phantom canyon
always gave us
a chance to unwind.
Pulling offroad
up into the conifers
sealed my fate with you.

You were the perfect date
Sunshine.
With nothing on
but a red bandana,
screaming hallelujah
on the roll bar.

And there was never
anybody around,
but you
and the warblers
and me.

O Darling,
let me configure your world
with my saucy liberties.
Let me paint you a picture
of what you may be lacking.
Let me describe in
cryptic sensual-detail
some escapades you may like.

'Cause in doing so,
you allow me the privilege
to display my talents,
the sensuous-things
I've so desperately been
in need of,
yearn for &
dream about.

You are My Dear,
a Precious Sweet-Angel,
for your allowances
given to me.

You are angelic,
the way you move
on invisible wings.

You are an epoch darling,
your eyes capture the golden rays of the sun
& in your voice,
you've trapped the ocean waves.

Your intelligent-mind buzzes
with all the unanswered questions
under Heaven
& your strong heart plays a rich melody,
soothing,
gentle to my ears.

Your glorious body carries nature's stamp,
it sparks my internal fire.
Most certainly,
the concept of desire
was written about you.
Quite simply charming lady,
you are irreplacement,
the truest child of the universe.

O yes, I do believe in you
enchanting being,
you are indeed an epoch.
And please know,
I don't ever,
I don't ever listen to the unbelievers
who nothing of beauty,
for you are the epitome of magnificence,
the sweetest angel on Earth.

Such pulsations
have entrapped us,
you & me
held in *******
to these electric nerves,
designed for such nirvana
& when you touch me there,
I am released unto Heaven
by the hand of a pure goddess.

I've always loved
the pretty flowers,
watching them swirling,
twirling in the light breezes
gets my juices flowing.
And you darling,
you are a radiant tulip,
an unfolding cutie,
I crave your
sweet pretty lips
smothering me
with such beauty.

O darling lady,
we don't have much time
in this place,
days spin endlessly,
the sun goes down,
it waits for nobody.

O sweet girl,
let me put my face
slowly onto your
delicious
flowery-lips,
mingling them
with mine.

O baby doll,
flood me
when our eyes meet,
quench my wanton-appetite,
let me taste your dreams,
before
it's too late,
before fate robs us of
our simple
worldly
ethereal-pleasures.

O lovely flower,
you are a sacred treasure,
unfold,
let yourself go.

O pretty rose,
you are so fine,
a rare beauty,
that's the way
I like it!

You fill out black
so beautifully
dear lady,
so delicious.
From the curves
of your full hips
to the nape
of your delicate neck
and your wonderful points
in between
I scream silently
to be taken,
to fall down
with my face full
of your tasty
tender-flower.
You can call it lust
or you can call it love,
it really doesn't matter darling,
I trust it will be not only be great,
it will be incredibly appetizing, too.

The air is dry all around me,
I feel you,
the voices of nature
speak to be
above the backdrop
of people listening
to their own voices
& I sit in amazement
missing your deep blues
& braided black
& your voice,
the voice of a fairy spirit.

I just know you are here.

I heard my mojo calling
in the sound of a million crickets,
singing their song in splendid harmony.
Under the smiling moon,
I saw shadows amongst the conifers,
in a place we once called home.

And now all I have
is your handmade dreamcatcher,
a bandana with your fragrance
imbedded in the paisley
& memories of you on me.

You’ve walked the edge,
strung yourself out
on the bent-dreams of others,
stared delirium straight in its ugly face.
Carrying scars from the dark side,
you strut with perfection,
molded from that which isn’t.

And in that vein, you are more
sacred than all the saints
who line the halls of Heaven,
even those devils squatting in hell.
For they are dead memories
& you are living proof.

You are indeed darling,
the apple of my eye,
and so much more
when you hold yourself
up like that,
so beautifully,
and I seed you,
such a sweetie pie!

I whispered your name
just to hear the sweet sound

It's hard to
make a habit
disappear.
But why would I?
The subject is mute,
the way you kiss me,
you're so ****** cute
& the breathless way
you look beneath me.
You love to play with my heart,
starting with those tender eyes,
and the tightness
of your thighs
wrapped
around my waist
during
our mutual bliss.
Are you kidding?
I can't break you,
it's quite simple,
you are my best habit ever.

You ignite,
set me off,
I am
your Roman candle.

O sweet darling,
I hold your beautiful image tightly,
I wrap you firmly in my arms,
I inhale your sweet-scent,
invigorating me with
your splendid memory.

You are truly special,
concocted from
the heavens above
& no matter
what path you take,
rest assured dear lady,
I will not drop you,
I will never let you go,
for you are lovely to hold,
too precious to lose.

You are indeed
my delicious apple,
you are the light,
you are the love in my eyes.

Coat me baby,
paint me honey,
make me really happy
darling,
basking in the
glistening
of
our frictional-love.
You are the only one.

You weigh them out
like the Romans
once did in the marketplace,
twirl them around
like juggler's tools,
sift them
as if they were
made of gold dust.

And when you play,
scuff your knees
with your fetish,
you say you can smell
my must through the skin.

O Sweet Dish,
how I love
that contented look
on your gorgeous pretty-face!

O You Beauty,
how I enjoy
every single moment
of me
rising
above you
in nirvana-glory!

I get these recurring
scintillating
thoughts
about you
& my pulse explodes.

This heart of mine
palpitates,
envisioning
our wet holy pastimes,
genuine passions
unleashed.

I can feel your breath
on my twisting neck
& your magical gyrations
get the best out
of my wild imaginations.

This very moment
is so heavenly,
thinking about
being inside
of your own wanton-mind
takes me to the brink
of lust addiction.

You can fix me darling.

She strutted her stuff
through the courtroom lounge,
dressed to the nines,
she looked fine
all in black,
filled out her outfit
like it was designed just for her,
how she walked in those heels,
I'll never know.
But with such high maintenance,
I guess you can learn anything.

The moment
I entered your mind
with my manly-essence
was exhilarating.
I felt your lady-warmth
& moved in unison
with your soul.

You told me
you felt fulfilled
as we hung on for dear life
melting our hearts in sweet-heat,
sweeping each other off our feet
in a place they call nirvana.

And as we lay
in each others arms
trembling,
we exchanged
the stuff
fantasies
are made of
& we both know,
know so well,
you can never
have enough
dreams.

You might feel the electricity,
but love is more than keys
tapping on a keyboard.
Until you drink from the same goblet,
inhale each others pheromones,
bask in flesh,
it ain't love,
it's only a dream
& you cannot
dream forever.

Sooner or later,
you gotta wake up....

You cannot fight the tribes,
their bitterness lasts for centuries,
they will wear you out
& cut off heads
to prove their point.

Her mirror-eyes
capture the sunshine
& she is as fresh as a summer rain
with a thick flowing mane
ever so fine.

Her metallic-lips
paint
a lovely tale,
possesses skin
like the purest snow,
capturing looks
always
without fail.

But some say,
"Don't be foolish,
she’s a robot!"

So I ask,
“How can anyone love a robot,
I know better?”

You were stone cold
& cried snowflakes,
proof yet,
of your warm
inner-beauty.

I'm in love with excitement,
turned on by action,
enamoured with the arts.

Quick moves intoxicate me,
I'm all over teamwork
& my heart is ruled
by high adventure.

I was hoping it was you,
the one who would
make me sizzle,
set me on fire,
help me live
a bit in the edge.

And, could it be?

O Darling,
you can't be serious,
leaving me delirious,
all alone
with mutant turtles!

I twirled delicately,
floated right into your arms,
you caught me spinning,
placed my feet on the ground,
then I died
watching
autumn in your eyes.

I didn't think there were devils,
but now,
I think they really do exist
& it's because of you,
I've become a true believer.

I followed the honey
you dripped
between your cracks.

You devil you,
you knew my craving
for your sticky-sugar.

Delicious.

Lipstick doesn't lie
&
neither do *******.

You do.

It's smeared
all over your face
&
they're missing.

I am up with
the rising sun,
covered,
blanketed,
awash
in your
glistening-glow.

O what sensuous sounds we make!

O the sweet melody,
it's music to my ears!

Gliding
so smoothly
in & out,
plunging
toward
an explosive free-flow.

Hug me darling,
kiss me sweetheart,
squeeze me tightly sugar,
I am getting
closer to the brink.

I will not fight you,
you play your part so well,
you make it right!

O honey,
please understand,
these things I do
think about,
pen them
with thoughts of you,
so early
in the morning.

Yesssssss,
that's right,
just perfect,
such lovely-ecstasy
you give me!

If you only knew
& now,
I know you do
move me,
there's proof here,
lot's of it.

O dear lady,
I confess,
I'm such,
made a huge mess!

The air around her feels electric.
When I'm in her vicinity,
my hair stands on end
in a good way,
she makes my electrons flow,
things grow
& I think she knows it.

She loves me to hang
around her for
long periods of time,
she brushes up against me
& I feel her energy.

One day,
I'm going to shock her,
wait for her to nod,
then give her a rod
with zest.

What's in a word
anyhow?
I mean,
what was I thinking
that you,
you of all people
would know
anything about
me from mere words,
how I truly feel.
And why would I think,
think that you cared
when you don't know me
from mere words.
Why?

People think me childish,
my fingers
always in my mouth
& pretty you there
smiling rather coyly,
don't mind me one bit,
me acting like a kid.