Birds And Bee's Song

We wrote poems of heartbreak and cold shoulders with chips the size of grand canyon boulders and the love we sought like that romeo and juliet romance minus the intricate suicides, the life we want, hopefully together, we're pretty tight and we could tighten this with a marriage, one baby carriage and diamond ring, she makes we want to sing like I'm in the shower, I'm that comfortable and when we sat across from each other at the table and I glanced into those brown sugar eyes, the ones I think D'angelo sung of, I knew right then I wanted her, I want to stay with her for one night, change her mind as I hold her tight, love bites and bite her gently, intertwine our souls, set a pick, she rolls, both her body and her smile, giggling, as we lose control, let me take it, don't break it but it may feel that way in the morning, the dawn, can't crack the habit, back at it, like I never left what I never had before, I'm fiending, I'm giggling now, koolaid smile, extra sugar from the inter space between your hips, no way is this ending, that's a threat, as she laughs out loud, got me feeling virgin pure, show me how you do this, got me moaning verbs, tripping over my words like my letters are untied, I'm falling for her, mentally and maybe sexually, sex screams, whispers promises in her ear like she's my queen to be as we're cumming to america playing in the background, I'm taking her back down, both ways, eye wink, she could take me home anytime like a run with no strikes, whenever she's ready, can be late nights or early AM mornings, break the dawn and just chill 'cause we both cold and too old to beat around silent bushes so we get straight to the point like an underscore before a period, delirious whispers that time can't undo or tell the meaning behind quiet "I do's," does that make sense? This in like I'm in with you is fucking intense, not like like is bending intense over, you move me with your poetic telepathy, got me playing a shy roll not too familiar to my demeanor, a freak beneath my skin and between the seams, and un-did belt buckles, our worlds collided and shook the earth beneath bed sheets, and crushed linen, this crush feels so good it bring tears to my eyes, no lie, got me discovering parts of me and you I never knew existed, I missed this, I kissed bliss and it was like two clouds crashing into one another, how the hell did this happen, all the pens breaking, mind tapping, thoughts racing, you're behind the drivers seat like we're on our way somewhere beneath moon lit skies, these details, I can't leave out, let's get high on each other in front of police and serve time for it, cocaine love, tired so I sigh, I'm craving you like I'm starving to carve my tongue in your neck and draw karma sutra diagrams with my fingernails in your hand and down the middle of your back, don't pay attention to my phone going off, bbm's red flashing, or the red star of my twitter relapsing, I meant reloading, let's christen this new found feeling like holy water that would make the most beautiful roses grow, lay their angelic petals on your bed, use one to travel from your forehead all the way downtown, seal it with a kiss to your frontal lobe, let's go at like 300 or Troy or the Titans clashed, while Sade's Playlist is on repeat so much it would scratch my iPod screen and skip, knock your socks off and kicks your boots aside, and when I'm done, I leave while you slumber, without making a peep, you'd climax again in your sleep as you falsetto, hide your clothes, panties under your pillow, and we play fight as your try to retrieve them, the laughter is uncontrollable like rhythmic orgasms, lower back aches, goosebumps, and inner thigh spasms, that would make you yearn for my voice and look at your phone fiendishly every time it rang, its only our business that I made you sing like...

Writer's Block

Ironically
I fell for the perfunctory cliche
It not you its me
Without any debate
I accepted what she stated
What else could I really do
Thought she was all I needed
From the memories that preceded
The statement two lines up
Now I'm stuck
Played the fool
Stared at the sun
'Til it burned out my eye sight
Now blinded
I can barely write this
But this poem must go on
I don't know
Have no clue
How much longer
These letters don't seem to fit together
To make the words that go one after another
To form sentences on top of each other
Into stanzas
I don't know
Have no clue
What to write anymore
This came so easily
I took it for granted
Scribble a couple words
Cross them out
Lines slanted
Ball the paper up
Add it to the poem mountain
Growing from my trash can
I can't do it
The same thing keeps coming out
I don't know
Have no clue
This seems so rehearsed
Like the times you where here
I guess I stayed in the sun too long
Was I wrong
Yearned for words and phrases
Elated from sentences you stated
I'm tanned and empty
And blind
Who lives in reverse
Its like my heart won't let it go
My mind gets its
But it keeps fucking with me
I'm grieving
And to my luck the words are leaving
Just like you
How am I to write
Or stay strong


When even the sun moves on

Five Second Frenchie

Just as her lips left mine
She lowered a scythe
That stuck to chest to my spine
Fragments of my heart
Crescent in shape
Landing in her hand
As if this was the plan
Coincidence?
She's making mince meat
Of my being
To the beat
The cardiac kickdrum
She hums along
As my eyes play hide and seek
Tears leak faster as
My eyelashes come together
And I get one last glance
This lady
Exo-skeletal in appearance
Cold to the touch
And that doesn't say much
All she asks is
"Are you ready"
Before the "dee"
Leaves her teeth
I utter "No"
With what seems
To be the last breath of many
I'm growing frozen
Minute strength
I can barely stand
"Let's make a deal"
Barter perhaps
A plea bargain
I don't know whether she's smiling
Or if that's upside down
Same stone facial expression
Teeth clinched
Together
Empty eye holes
Black hood
Lamp post light stole a stare
She's made of nothing but bones
Now she knows
What I now know I been knew
I've defected
Infected from split wrists
Who's hisses
Turned to screams
Emotional bruises
From a relationship passed
Midnight nooses
Left my neck scarred
Like the umbilical blisters
I left my mother
The bliss
In the kiss
Is much different
Hers brought me life
And as this night grows longer
My plight gets stronger
But its over


And nothing even matters
The kiss of DEATH
Her name...
The latter

Quidditch

First off
Let me begin with telling you
Who and what
I am
A seeker
In search of a dreamer
And if she dreams
We will go places
No eyes, awake
Can see
No doubts
No maybe's
I've realized that
Through other ladies
I've drove myself crazy
Wondering why they weren't you
A relief sigh
Or a "finally" high
That I'm so intoxicated by
You are out of this world
And mine
Which is both a minor step
And a big leap
For the actual size
And the figurative size
Of the this world
Makes it as easy accesible as the touch of a fingertip
But almost impossibly attainable
Because I cannot gain
All the things from it
But I'd take you over
And over
If the choice presented itself
More than once
I hunger for wealth
Yes, I hunger more
But you are destruction
That's what my appetites for
So who know's
I'm no psychic
My third eye is only poetic
It can't see your future
It won't tell me what will happen in the near
Or the far
But when my eyes are closed
It creates these vivid
Life-like
Real dreams
I swear I see
Through open eye lids
But I guess that's the irony in the end
Because at first
When I began to tell you what and who
I am
A seeker



Question is
Are you a dreamer

143 Mattress Street

When last night
Becomes twilight
She drops dawn
And it cracks
I roll over
No longer are we sleeping back to back
Dawn's pale blue hue
Creeping through
The interspaces of vertical blinds
I swore you closed
But maybe I'm still high
From the events of night's past
My recolections haunt this very morning
So much, she hides
Until I realize its only five
And she doesn't quite come out 'til seven
I missed you
Although in the same bed
The void left between our bodies, apart
Made my heart
Grow fonder
Your finger webs are cold
We didn't hold hands like we use to
Your finger tips are white
They weren't against mine last night
Am I missing something
Besides you
The empty street we left in the middle of the mattress
Your long brown tresses falling off the curb
My side of the block was freezing
Your side?
It looked so peaceful
Though I know it wasn't
From the disagreement earlier in the day before
I tried crossing that very empty street
But your body language said don't bother
So I slept by the corner store
I guess you had to clear your head
Into your own pillow
While you faced the clock
I'm half past making sense of it
Now I'm here
Whispering in your ear
As you sleep
Giving you my all
Your eyes staring at the dark black walls of your eye lids
In a world where nothing seems to last that long
I pray
That when you wake
Your ready to open up

And I left nothing unspoken
But if I did
I pray that your beautiful naked eyes can't see

That your heart is broken

100 Meter Dash

Give me, give me, give me
A command spoken much to often
I only ask that what is given
Is only what I deserve
The nerve
Of me to be so demanding
So what is it that I want
The answer lies in the shrugg
Of frigid shoulders
And the weight of the world
Twice over
I
Want
You

From the bottom of my nimble sole
To the tip top of my simple soul
Where ever that is
But is sounds good
Right?
Give
Me
You

This is no command
Or demand
But as my soul is
This plea is
One in the same
I've longed for the very word after "me"
For some time that seems quite
The delight in my patience
Steadfast in my wait
Numb
this very sensation
Fills me with hate
The irony
To feel and not to feel
All at once
I
Feel
You

Like nothing I've ever felt before
Cliché
But my senses don't have any memories
Or remnants of anything like this
Stored
Deep within my mind
Right next to the very place you reside
The beauty of my thoughts
Come no where close
To the regalness which is you
But will the simile suffice
Or was that a metaphor
-scratches head-
Whatever
You see what I'm getting at
Like we've looked from the same eyes
Wise and slow
We'll go
Assuiming that you're coming
Not that way, though I hope
you are
Knowing I'll last
But those who run
stumble fast
So the pace has
To be steady
Get mark

Get set...


And the words before that

Cha Cha Slide

I often see a lady
Whose never there
I pray beyond the clouds
That's she'd stay for a while
But the rush she's in
Doesn't permit her to linger for more than a glance
I love her
And this love grows everytime I never see her
I yearn for her absence
The intriquet dance my heart rehearsed
Over and over
'Til it became routine
And it perfroms in her presence
The love that I'm in is no simple two step
Although my feelings are not choreographed
Her snicker is deafening
I loose count as she laughs
still scalping her ticketless applause
cardio dances til there's nothing left at all
I often see this lady
That is never there again
But I am embrassed nonetheless
Shroud my chest in veils
Because my heart hurts too much
I've lost my way
Even if my conscience did pay
Reach inside my vault
Whatever be the cost
What's the damage for you to stay?
I've never put on, or opened up this way
Suture
My contussions
What's your suggested beck and call
So when my heart no longer dances
And I stop searching for my mind
I'll remember your name