Posts Tagged ‘ passion ’

Oh Won’t You Be My Neighbor

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I keep
my self busy
To
distract
the holy lonely.
I try my best,
Not to
think of you…

The itch
scratches at me
Like it’s my
one & only.
So like
an old habit,
I reach
for you…

The past visits
with
temptation
baring gifts.
Giving me
the feels,
Like I got
nothing better to do….

I sit and I stare
As I
adore you
At work,
You never
Look back.
Making me worry
what I mean
To you…

I look into
The mirror
Reflecting my
Thoughts
a bit deeper,
And no one
can prove
That they’re not true…

So like
A good
Neighbor
Who stitches
Dreams
& concepts together,
i can’t picture
Any sweater
That’ll fit me
Much better
Than you….

Lucy-Purrs In a New Dress

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Like a vamp
Outta hell,

She came out
From
Reality.

An angel
Who fell,

And
on the way
down
clipped both of her wings.

From
the obstacles
That,

Are
strategically
Placed
Around
In my dreams.

Soul
In awe,

I press against wild spirits
As I breathe.

Allowing
The
Imagery,

of hollowed out
twisted things.

To define
What iT is,

That we find
in front
Of we.

It’s not about
What you think,

It’s about
What you see.

To each their own
Definition,

And by that
The speed
That They read.

No body
wants
What they’re given,

Especially
When they’re
Given
Everything.

And that’s a
Problem,

When you’re the one
who’s too extra
With a
“league all your own”
Sort of
Understanding.

Forgetting
All that
Gets lost
In translation,

When articulating
A
Feeling.

I’ve had to create
Alternate universes,
And my own Mythologies.

Since standard
common senses,

Never seemed
As appealing.

I push
Away
With the truth,

Since most
scare easily
By life’s
ironic reelings.

instantaneous
Was our dance,

Continuous
Was the passion
Over hidden apologies.

So
I’m assuming
We both got
What was
Needed,

Me
With a burning image,

You?
I’m still
out and about
figuring.

For as smitten
As it seemed
Like you were,

I’m left
At the arc
Of assumptions
Casually Hanging.

An unhealthy dose
Of reality,

That I’m thankful for
Because
It’s
Inspiring.

Reality Bites

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She was ready for love.

Every night she prayed
& she cried for it….

He wasn’t,
she found out the hard way,

So he suffered
slowly
for it….

Right under your nose

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There it was

As pretty as luck

would have it,

I was looking around

the room

And there it was

On top of the mattress,

How can I fasid

The mind of the bastard

Who’s opinion has often

Re mastered,

Beliefs of old

With current event

Trickle effecting daggers,

Drunk

With a stagger,

That is often confused

For some type of swagger,

But even with
encouragement

I can still
Hardly handle,

This panic attack

That more often
Times than not
wants to dismantle,

The ego

That gets

Even badder,

With every conquest

And every lasso,

Hoping

That someone will listen

And pray

To knock down the
My inner towers
Of babel,

Causing

This competition

Making
My heart tired
And Even sadder,

With Love

Farther

And
Further
Away

My soul

It battles,

But love
No matter
How mistreated
Bruised And battered,

Heals
On its own

With ignorance
For a clone

And other crazy
semantics!

Aye

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Smoother you I will,
Entering
Deeper and deeper.
Still,
I need you
To Not move.
As i carve into
Your body
And thrill,
Every inch
Pulsating with power
Passionately
I drill,
Into you heart
Out through your soul
Love you
I will.

In Your Dreams

Think things…

Believe them…

who can take it away?

when your playing pretend…

Doll,

I am

a mad man…

I just need

a little push

to get me off the deep end…

This is where

I can be my silliest,

but it has to be

in secret..

Not everyone

is privileged

to see

iT…

My feet in concrete

and I’m

sinkin’…

Saying things

in calculated contrary

to how you may be thinkin’…

so please,

push me away

!I NEED IT!

Just Go With iT

so stubborn

dedicated

stuck in

the

concrete,

one doesn’t take

time out of the day

to truly

earnestly

seek,

if there’s

another way

promise / believe

shake/stir

then repeat,

but how

are you going to know

if you

yourself

cant even see?

they say

dreaming

is for sleepers

and that very well

may be,

but once you wake up

 and that vision

is still burning

are you willing

to pay the fee,

try

try

try

and then

try again,

practice makes perfect

especially

if we’re

writing iT

with pen,

 there’s no such thing

as typos

just improv

so

 just go with iT.