Etch-a-Sketch

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The mind sees
What it wants
To see.

Just like
What ever
will be,
Will
Eventually
be.

Lo que sera
Sera,
Pero
Yo no
Quiero estar
Sin te,

Woe
to me
For endlessly,
Selfishly,
wanting…

You’ve joined
The images
Engraved
into my mind,
Drop kicking
The heart,

I’ve tried to shake it off
Even though
I don’t mind it
being a part,

Of that sphere
But where
can we go
From here,
My dear?
If you continue to
block your heart?
Pushing me
To restart.

I know I’m greedy
For wanting it all.
But can’t you see
I know the burdens?!
And no matter
The fall,

I’m wanting to
dig
And
Swim
As deeply
As need be.

I just
pray
It ain’t too much,
Because I don’t
want to be,
Annoying…

Although,
I can’t shake
The thought
Of you,

I have to go
Out of my way
Like an obstacle course,
Just so that I
Can see you.

Again,
To make sure
That that’s
really you.

Maybe I should
Pull your hair
As discreetly,
As possible
In our company
setting,
To verify
That’s it’s true.

That you live
And you breathe
(Can I pinch
Your lower cheeks?)
Around where
I need to be,
So if that cool….

I’ll see you
When I
See you…

Googly Eyes

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-iT started
With a look,
Which proceeded
With a kiss.

-iLove when magnets
Connect,
iT makes up
For everything missed.

– God is real
And heaven is,
Our souls
interlocked Lips.

– breathing you out
Breathing you in,
With our arms
In a tight grip.

– I don’t want to
Let go,
Just incase this is
Something I’m dreaming.

– I’m always in awe,
When fare Angels
Dance with this
Demon.

— cut & paste
To the cloud,
Where we float
As we lay.

— Oh how the
Hours draft by,
Us in different positions
Yet we stay.

— heart to heart
Cheek to cheek,
Beat to beat
Face to face.

— sinking deeper
And deeper,
Into each other
Your weight is all my weight.

— new but familiar steps
May god bless,
Every chance
That we take.

— iT’s so perfect
I’m so sure,
The devil
Is on iT’s way.

— Tearing me from
The tears of sweet-bliss,
And the lake
That iT made.

— back to the googly eyes
That are forever sealed,
After a touch of you
Leaves me in my wake.

Hungry Hungry Hugger

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More please.

More please.

Forgive
The annoyance
But I feel
right at home
When my heart
Feels The drum
Of another/similar Heart beat…

More please.

More please.

tantalizing
Is the power
Of your attention,
For It gives me
that boost,
I can only equate
To my favorite morning coffee…

More please.

More please.

I want,
I crave,
I need,
And if I can’t
Have
Then I ask
you cut me off swiftly…

Those who cling
Beg for more.

And I do so
Shamelessly.

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.

Her, quiet distance

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I’m soul curious,
As to
What’s go’in on
Up there?

I can only imagine
The view.

I climb
And I climb,

But the clouds
I wish to lay on,
Shift deeper
Into the queue.

I’ve figured out
A couple patterns,

But regardless
What’s down
In the valley,
Is all controlled
By you.

You may be swayed
Wherever the roads
Are paved,
But you follow
What you find as true.

My only worry is,
It takes a while
To walk those steps,

I’d hate to see
Where your mind
wanders,
If your heart
Is askew.

In the land
Of black & white,

The emphasis
Of the sigh

Is but a
Pantomime,

(Further more)

The warmest color
is blue.

Death is too slow

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For those
That still
feel.
Know.
That there is still love.

For the pulse
That still beats,
You’re alive
And doing well,
Above.

those
That know not
The gentle
And the,
sweetest of touch.

I impatiently
Seek the magnet
That will hopefully
Shut me
The F*** up.

Mean Girls

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It’s soul hard
To stay quiet,
Waiting for the moment,
To find others
Just like your own.

I can’t help
But show
My antennas,
Just in case
There’s others
Out there too timid,
Trying to
Phone home.

My urban folk
Call it
“showin’ yo ass”
I believe
You’re not
completely honest,
Unless you can be
A little vulnerable.

Most sheep
Don’t have the luxury
Of catching a wolf,
Showing off its fangs
(Which may be reckless, but)
Romans 11:36
Has me pointing at my throat.