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bequeathing

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She begged,
So I gave.

At first I said no,
But then I caved.

Feeling like God,
When she prayed.

Love…..
We made.

Would you have my seed?
She said wait.

When upset,
I blame.

Finding fuel,
For the flames.

Because when I want,
I take.

But I held off,
Until she came.

She screamed.
It rained.

I laughed.
She sang.

My fire,
It tamed.

When together,
My heart rocks & swings.

Alone.
I pace & go insane.

So leave,
Before I enslave.

Unless you want,
That shakil & chain…..

-Just like I give
I want it all.
And all those that don’t know me,
Will see my name.

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Winters withdraw

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My Shepard
Built me
for abuse,
It turns out
That I was meant
to be used.

So I in turn
Can hurt
Others,
With the hopes
That let the blind
In their youth.

Love
Is fragile
At first,
Hardening
After trust
Mingled with truth.

Dividing
is & use to be,
With psychological
Ways to soothe.

Jealous me

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Where you rest your head,
Is your home.

Reserved
Over my heart,

Is For you,
And
you alone.

Where I’d rest mine
I’d never let go.

Not until you shoo me away
Because it’s time for us to go.

Even then
I’d fight
just a little,
Since my understanding
is slow.

The simplicity
Of playfulness
Only knows
That in which shows
the same road.

I know nor want
Anything else,
Ask The Lord
For he knows.

That’s why he’s jealous.
And that’s why
I long for,
Like I hold.

The trinity is brief
So I’m primarily at peace,

In the waves of your love
As the world
sways us
To and fro.

Forsaken & damned
Is how I feel
When separated
& left to roam.

I’m a man
Of the desert
So cry for me not
I
Welcome the cold.

Just not that of which
I have to go through alone.

Which is ironic
Since that’s the only time
I feel Death fan
Her icy tingly blow.

And that seems
To be
my on going
Open letter & poem.

I suppose.

Until The Lord,
Forgives me
For being
Such an asshole.

Following the sirens
That his word,
Warned me
not to follow.

My jealously
Is the meat,
That sticks to your ribs
& to your bones,

And all that flows
Inside you.
Until I do.
Lastly & forever more.

Jar of strawberries

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She sits,
Waits,
And only she knows
When she
Will be done.
iT is
What iT is
But that term of phrase
Never leaves her tongue.
Faith
Deeply ingrained
It’s only the flesh
That tends to go numb.
Frozen in the moment
With conviction
That weighs
A crazy ton…
The fruit
Is ripe
And the juice
Is sweet.
Probably fermented
By what
The truth
Tends to leave.
Most don’t forgive
But forget
Since they only follow
What they see.
Brief instances,
Split second decisions,
Moments that in hind sight
Leave us weak…
Weak, she is not
However
Moments of weakness
We all have.
Carrying only the lessons
That we’ve collected
Throughout the dance
Of the past.
Pain is only temporary
And thanks to technology
Oh how,
The memories last.
Sit (here my dear)
And be still
For in time
This too shall pass…
She sits.
Waits.
Blinks.
And thinks.
Paddles me closer
And tells me
to drink.
Stares
into the soul
As I take
My first sip.
Soon as
It’s all gone.
I then,
Licked my lips.

Seven times a woman: Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

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If I don’t judge you,
Then don’t don’t judge me.

Which is a little difficult,
Since I automatically
label everything
that I see.

There’s always
a motive at hand,
& Lord save the damned
Oh woe for those that can’t see .

The Media and followers
Have burned the image,
Of lust being
the save all
like its something that’s fat free.

Making it apparent
That love is a pointless
obstacle, as a glutton filled waste of a calorie!

Which is sad
Because that’s what
these hoes breathe.

Injecting and digesting
False pretenses
& endlessly
mixed feelings.
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Do you call something by its name,
when you see thats it’s disguised?

Is that a heads up to be discreet?

Cash Inn Country

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Like most love tales
It started
at a bar,

I was reentering
While She was busy outside
talking shit to the stars,

I walked in my date
And ran out To see
The Lone Queen,
With the scars…

That she kept
Well hid
But i am one who can see
Behind the walls,

Ready with her dukes up
Excited
I came at her
with a little bit of a charge,

Confessing feelings
While she
Laughed it all off
But I’m pretty damn sure
She
Entertained the thought,

Conversation furthered
So we went inside to
mingle with a couple
Other broads,

A Vibing energy
growing attraction
The more that we talk..

Both a little sloppy
But we’re saying exactly
What it is
That we want.

Yelling
In octaves,
All for the name
Of love…

I can see
Why
This lady full of life
Tries so hard,

Her physical needs
To make up
For the emotional
Scars,

I was right behind her
Like I wanted to
Pay for the charge

But fast times
And Current events
Left her skirting off,

Oh woe
Is love
Stumbling outside
Of the bar….

Sweetest of fruits

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A light switch
It was

A tickling

Beneath the skin.

What I want

Is right there.

But I can’t

Reach a thing.

I came close

I grazed it

It touched me

Like sin.

Deadly

Yet still I

Want way more

Of it.