He had tendencies for dessert after a good meal
She aspired to be one
Now he takes only nutrient V and shits out the rest
He had tendencies for dessert after a good meal
He had tendencies for dessert after a good meal
She aspired to be one
Now he takes only nutrient V and shits out the rest
Don’t we live for moments that smile our cries away?
Bruise away my cheek upon the cold steel,
To the night owls and crackling fire
I await the day of scattered limbs and blood rain,
Triumphant cheers and crowd roars
When sire, the mad poet of the crimson quill,
mows through hordes like blades of grass
Only on the battlefield is the honor of the soapstone bestowed
When witness is there to behold the work of his years.
All of a sudden, I can embrace thorns. My tears feel righteous. And I smile from the future.
My eye knows no boundaries, they chase and search after you
Your form, your skin, soft as flowers
If women came with petals, I must be a bee
Undress, I was created to gaze,
Unburden me, cloth is heavy upon my flesh
Wear me air, wear me sun, wear me eyes,
If not your skin upon mine
I take deep within me
So it may never make it out
Buzz me in,
The sun is nigh, open wide
Allow me to watch as you bloom
Were we resonating and getting closer?
And my heart goes off like a hand grenade
And suddenly every pound is like,
a sledgehammer within the walls of me.
Then comes the chemicals rushing in,
the hormones of me,
Did flood my system
And the whole shebang was like nitrous injection
to this already crumbling machine.
And whatever i am contending with,
Got on steroids.
And we talked
but I try to keep hold of the earthquake
occurring within me.
A shining dimension, she caught my eye
I wanted to describe her and yet, I saw a mysterious black circle
I took a step further, but I saw nothing still.
Tips of my fingers grazing my hopes for a peek.
I have felt this way before, flash of a fist touching my eye.
Is this what it means to get too close?
Stolen by gravity from within my feet and plummet with a blurry vision of an asteroid.
A human being,
But she was a sinkhole who snuck me in falls into her deep, till I splashed in the tapered Waters of love.
My star, her naked self
She’s inside out
She wears her shining soul on top of her clothes
In her shadow is a wake of the most
Your shining beauty, but I understand
Like a big gush of light stealing a lane
beyond a curve.
Caught me in my feet like roadkill
I found myself speechless, lost in your
I guess eyes were never designed to
look into a spotlight.
Affection is Newtonian
you give some,
it leans on some capacity of return.
we do not have eyes
we hold with our hands
we do not see the wave of our hearts
they float and swerve in glistening lights
my hands, you do not see, i feel
unknown arts of mystical energy
did touch my heart
like bright incandescent glow when it goes on
but all you saw was a smile
We do not have eyes is a tale of a behind the curtains dimension, when you peel the drapey flesh off and see the magical interaction we have with each other. How we touch and glow… a caress that any flesh just wont do, a stroke and a pat all the way into each others feelings. Like a language of the hearts and a dance of sorts. Talking to her, till she smiled and did the same for me, but I saw color. I moved and I touched and she glowed.
We are beyond what we see, we are, beautiful creatures.
tell me who am i gonna love?
if going through all this to get you is gonna make me lose respect of myself
if all this to get you to love me but get to hate myself instead
tell me who am i gonna love if when faced with reality…you are not the girl i imagined about?
tell me who you are, so i do not break, when the wind wipes off the dust
we are who we are but,
do not let me walk through the doors if there is no elevator waiting for me
the only problem is going into it with one eye open
am i scared to take a leap?
is this the reason we close eyes when kiss
is this what i am in for
i think, i suffer, from loving too much
who do i love? is it you or a figment of my imagination
do not let me hold on to the ghost of…that’s gonna disappear once we close the curtains
if i should know who you are and discover you are all the same
what i despise and what i love the most
must i walk this road all alone?
because you can’t be the one a guy is supposed to die for
at arms length is for people like you
but ice is cold and a river flows
ain’t no greater punishment than being denied a right to be you
I’m a lover, let me love.
The hypnotic tongue of my dreams was an avid seducer
Tantalized with every drip
On its heel, I lick the bone of the most insensible tales
Boasts with bottles, cheers for the blessings of insight
Shan’t close my eyes no more
I drank from the elixir of the garden of Eden
No fools, “victim” smells like breasts now
Revelations of deep truths that Trickle me to full tank with vanity
Love and Power, tie them like a goat to a tree
But breaks my heart to break a heart
Misery, it bangs back, and bang my head like a bass drum
I Call it the new marrow.
Misery, I call it the new marrow
Desert a desert, I yearn for the heartbeat of happiness
But my hand shakes with hesitation to trust you with my password
Seduction that plays me like a violin
Key-codes to notes that vice open the rooms of my heart
Elaborate responses to what I am programmed to like
My type, My addictions…It’s the ability to make me feel
The blind and the … mistakenly call it love
A willing fool, I am, the fold I’d take.
What does it matter when I can spread it like butter?
Happiness, touch it like we’re encore.
I breathe and share, the moist air, of a shallower age
Where I rub shoulders with, people who aren’t enough anymore
What did we do, then? Date more and more of them, at the same time.
Martha, Mandy and Veronica, All to fill the place of one.
He wanted the care of a mother, love of a good-girl and a whore in the bedroom
But despised the controlling of a mother, boredom of a good-girl and foulness of the promiscuous one
So he switched them like channels on a remote.
And she wanted a good man, but the good man don’t f**k like dark eyed Dave she met that night at club Verdant
Ghosts of past flames stalk her, because whoever he is , he is not as good as the past one, at something.
What did she do? You tell me, I’m not a liar.
When you see me, don’t ask me why
I am so pregnant with the pain
of taking courage for a Job.
We were born tranquil lovers on the moon
who surf on the tide of peace
And this fight,
in taking the bitter hand of life,
has taken us to the very edge.
Met an unfair therapeutic glitch of letting go
But I’m an anchored made man with foundations of trauma
Just nursing wounds with hugs of pain
Grown to the taste of my sips on a bitter cup of the word me
My scars of a certain magnitude are hosts of malevolent demons
Just another bereavement of a justified mess
The rewarding high of self destruction that looks like noble self-punishment
Darkness to the blind is a light
In a dark room,
opening of my eyes was illumination.
And likewise fighting,
like jabs in the wind
Till I slept like a spooked horse
under the cardiac massage of fear
whispering rude comments
on the inefficient endeavors
of a mad man, to stab the the dark.
learnt; darkness breeds darkness
So I stared into the light till i became light and darkness faded away
A drowning drink of a President’s applause
to them is blindness
of the invisible crutches’ holding tall a broken legged me.
Kisses of heaven are delirious mind benders
And I cant help but snort till I am intoxicated with blind passion.
This love is a high with no low
Sipped into my veins with a viral kind of bliss till normal was an existence I gradually grew allergic to.
Was I a work of art?
in the potter’s hands,
sang a song of nuclear love
Bled all over my canvas
A one roomed heart
was a beautiful detail
Caught a fly
Apple of my eye
But love of a spotlight
Is a lost puppy on the heel of a star
Gluttonous for light,
Like a magnifying glass.
But had only one eye,
I set her on fire.
“Life is an unlettered compass with love for a scribe
And this world is just but a blank map with soles of your feet for the point of a pen
Failure is a result of Limitation
And they only mark the cap on the producer
But words can never be better than the reader...
Carve our heart upon a tree
But did my heart
Memories set in fountains
A thunderous river
Behind a rock
Are still waters
She sees me in one dim light
and I have little to none in pride
so eat away my dignity
in my efforts to pause her usual shades
that test and mark men
on a shallow founded basis.
Hate is a war
A game of inflicting loses
A victorian is a less loser
But nonetheless a loser
Beautiful you are, We all see beautiful
They say you are beautiful
Shiny you are, diamond in a sea
A trophy to add on, in their collection
Well, you aren’t the most beautiful
But you are the most beautiful
For what good is a most rated PC,
To a computer illiterate granny?
My eyes do smile but my mind jitters with ecstatic grins
They don’t see what I see, I see you!!!
ground shattering beauty, I get lost in all your quacks
the ground disappears, my mind boggled
gravity snatches my heels and I find myself falling.
A meteorite I am as I ignite crimson flames, crushing into your planet
My suicide was a mercy killing of bad solace habits
Gasoline water that quenched the flames kissing my feet.
Snipped my sensory ends and put me at peace
Too numb to feel, Too blind to see, I found heaven in hell
Meanwhile, like a cheap whore, liquid fire we call my life, had its way with me
My skin melted, my flesh tattered like a ragged moping cloth n’ my body fell off
Im just but a severed head of blissful consciousness that bear witness to my sorry existence
Poetry is like a blip of glow in the dark
A bum and royalty you can’t tell apart
The beauty I am starved of
The shape of emotions, my eyes can’t see
I am hypnotized by the gleam on the forehead of my mentor.
The brilliance that never ceases to set an end of baffling me
as my insight into his towering figure draws deeper.
In amazement, leaping joy and applause, I pick my jaw from the floor.
I want to tell you why
But every word anchors a pathway
A web I can’t possibly talk in linear time
Because my sentences are radiant branch-outs of a flood of words that sum up the picture I want you to understand.
I became a man but no man
A towering shadow but no figure
Me without God
Was like layered bricks with no mortar
It’s a cruel joke
Revelations of deep truths in part
Realizing you can fly
But left to find out how, midway in air
Am I better off?
Aimless, disgruntled and grounded
Agony of a furnace to greatness
The sound of cheer warms the heart with want
Glory so dreamy and hypnotic like an enchantress portion
In tickles of applause wash my brain in ambition
And delude myself absent thought of the blood spent
A kiss of grandeur is a blindfold on the ignorant
Alongside the great, blow a wish, Genie paint mine reflection
And stain my cloak with honor and adoration
Like Master David towering over the corpse of a fallen giant
Envy really is a lovechild of lack and want
Peace baby: “So easy” and stare through the cost of glory in omission
Envious of the the greatest of glories in oblivion
And forget, the mightiest of Victorians lived a time of war
Envy is born of lack
Talent provokes those who work hard
Enemies born of jealousy
Possessed with the vindictiveness of a bee
Suicide to get even
She had kisses with a beautiful stain like sweet mangoes
With a lingering and
a penetrating tang.
Stayed a while on my tongue
And ruined anything after her.
Only because everything fell short in comparison.
Even tasteless water felt sour.
they say being an artist requires you to draw from your emotions
But what they dont tell you is that the sip of that cup is drawn from the sea
The more you do it, the greater your thirst becomes
But it cant be healthy drawing from an adverse one
If you are depressed!..you know how it goes
Life is a journey celebrated in tears upon completion
Weird dark love to forget the wonderful achievement on a celebration
Clouded by selfish cries of how they’re going to get by without you when the ceremony is not about them.
“We’re going to miss you,” they say and add on,” no one like you”.
But the actions saying, “wonderful Papi, we have the deepest affection for you that overwhelms any logical instinct to celebrate”.
“We do in heart”.
Life is journey with one destination. Those who realize it ease the pedal and savor every moment.
We all rush in paradox to a month end and then squeak, “Dear Reaper: Dad isn’t home, the rent due, can we postpone to next week?”
In full length he completed a hollow life craving immortality for a name remembered by strangers but meaningless to his close ones.
They said success is the greatest thing.
In half-revelation to a wise ass about the inevitable death trap looming on the windshield, he tried to press pause and counted his losses in pipe and pussy.
Another realized life is a rigged game of a forever climbing journey. Only joy is whatever relative level you get to reach.
But sooner or later the power is going to run out before the satisfaction of game completion.
Some realized and decided not to play. On a noose they hung from a chandelier
Life is an infinite game and life is an infinite journey.
The only meaningful use is one of vast quality well savored with loved ones.
Growing is a steep slope but you rise one meter every three steps.
Progress is paid for in seemingly unending sweat and pain but you get to be better with every tick of the clock
It’s not the infinite climb to the door on the pinnacle but the breath taking view of the ground you left behind.
Motivation as a double edged sword
Minor successes speaking on behalf of your capability to do it, “You’re able”
And a long journey ahead to remind you there’s work to be done
With conviction and not premature celebration
Do not let the pain zoom in and focus on the impossible load to be carried.
But let endurance reign over any spirit of giving up.
It takes a loser to win if the looser doesn’t lose heart.
One brick at a time, so was an empire built.
The thread that weaves definition of our identity
Is born of restraint and modification to our very nature
The chains that keep at bay the beast’s inside
All for the sake of progress and order
I hear for the sake of fun we ought to let loose sometimes
Indulge ourselves a little
But the thirst of this very nature increases with every sip
Oh my God, I feel like a vampire
Battling sustenance and moral decency
I guess I have to master keeping the balance
I tripped into Love of beguiling hums like coordinates
Tranquil musical harmony of two people becoming one
Hertz of our attributes falling in place like lock and key
Fell from a realm the angel I see in the mirror of my eyes
Unlike different perspectives textiled of the same words
But not getting the gist of the rest of it like foreign languages
We live in a world where mistakes define us
The break in fluency of credibility and trust
What a perfect species we must be
Yet we all make mistakes
Doomed are we who fail on the spotlight
Like a bean’s life from sprout to leaves
Anything else other than fruit is death
Condemnation jeezing out of our lips, we spit
As if there’s none who tried again and proved us wrong
2nd chances like a phoenix’s rebirth
They say it’s all fantasy
Yet he who is without mistake since birth
Is not flesh in this world
Designing to keep each other down
So as to feel higher in relation
Yet 3m high is 3m high
No matter I am 2m high or 6m high
But if I were at six, you’d be at five and coming higher
Because my hand knows gratitude.
I am just a greedy man
I hope you realize that
I want what I don’t want
I realize you aren’t for me
But I can’t resist giving you hope
Warms my heart
Makes me want to keep
But the maintenance
And handle of this
I am just too much to bear for you
But when I look at you
I’m too drawn to just let you pass
Saw a heart with wings
Are you so trapped
that you wish to fly away?
Or are so cloud high in love
That you feel like you can fly?
Travel great many places
Torn a shoulder taking many selfies
But the color would not blend
Like I am PhotoShoped in the picture
Do you see energy?
It’s invisible but it the one in control of the marker
Yes or no
Nice picture or nice background?
Bad picture or bad background
Where do I belong?
Where do I long?
The world has become a stormy sea
Tossed out and about
Do you still know where you’re going?
Or where you want to be?
Is that your desire or his?
Your desire or theirs?
We can’t possibly all want the same thing
Same skin color
Same body weight
Which picture do you belong in?
Or are you also swept away
Without any clue of who you are
But just immersed into a new identity
One of the environment
The picture I belong in
She is my anchor
No matter what wave
As long as I have hers
My direction is set
We figure out together
That’s the picture I belong in
Needing people is good habit
to lose friends
because good people are are hard to find.
Its a good place to start bleeding company.
Do not mess up in the first place
Because all you can do after that
Is trying to make up, to clean up
Your own mess and is never enough
Or embrace and become as the mess
Which you will resent yourself for
For proving them right
The only two options you have got
Happiness and love is a switch
It’s a mirror
If you ever lose it
By the entirety of its magnitude
You will feel it
The degree of joy you had
Becomes to that extent,
The degree of pain
No wonder why people are scared to love
Love hundred percent
Suffer a hundred too
You will not survive
It boils down to which regrets am I okay with?
Mistakes averted with missed opportunities
Or blunders that hit in boatloads of grabbed opportunities…
Is it greedy, to want dessert after a full meal?
Or unfathomable? You can’t live on it.
But, it really does taste sweet.