Miss Anonymous, where should I begin?
If I was to define my taste for you,
it would be a hint of lust for love seems artificial.
I'd rather get it right the first time, because seconds appear sloppy.
Leftovers are depleted rather quickly.
Miss Anonymous, we meet again!
I'm a foot closer than I was a minute ago.
From a distance, your imperfections are flawless.
It should be against the law for you to be this gorgeous.
But your a criminal, a rouge in disguise.
Correction: your a blessing - A second guess would be a sin.
A lesson is learned. History shall not repeat itself.
If you can't mirror me then maybe we are not to be...
but...
Damn!
Miss Anonymous, we're near the end.
I wish to know the origins of your heart.
Can we exchange literature before this chapter closes?
Through your lane, I obtain fragments of your contents.
A step closer
Into the origin of our future.
Seconds pass...
There is an invasion in comfort.
And through the silence, I know where to begin.
"Excuse me, what's your name?"
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Poem: A.D.I.D.A.S.
All day I, dream about...
All day I, dream about...
RETAIL!
Because sex sells
And I could never foretell the consequences of foreplay.
Expiration defines my sober days.
Retail was a crafty mistress.
From our first encounter, she analyzed my thoughts.
Inhaling my dictionary to revise her vocabulary,
No one warned me of her bilingual history.
She was fluent in body language.
... Oh, how quickly she arrested my attention!
I lust for her assets with no regrets
thus begins the abuse of my interests.
Love is blind, yet lust coordinates you towards a goal.
Investment became vital to support my procreation.
She holds the highest position in my company.
Oooooh how misery loves company - I'm miserable without her.
And time heals all - not sure if I'm included...
because time away from her would cost a heavy fine.
I've parked my fucking heart into a harlot.
Soon, that subject becomes an object.
An object becomes obsession.
Slowly, I lose sight of reality.
Retail clouds my memory.
All day I dream about...
All Day I Dream About...
... Sex
All day I, dream about...
RETAIL!
Because sex sells
And I could never foretell the consequences of foreplay.
Expiration defines my sober days.
Retail was a crafty mistress.
From our first encounter, she analyzed my thoughts.
Inhaling my dictionary to revise her vocabulary,
No one warned me of her bilingual history.
She was fluent in body language.
... Oh, how quickly she arrested my attention!
I lust for her assets with no regrets
thus begins the abuse of my interests.
Love is blind, yet lust coordinates you towards a goal.
Investment became vital to support my procreation.
She holds the highest position in my company.
Oooooh how misery loves company - I'm miserable without her.
And time heals all - not sure if I'm included...
because time away from her would cost a heavy fine.
I've parked my fucking heart into a harlot.
Soon, that subject becomes an object.
An object becomes obsession.
Slowly, I lose sight of reality.
Retail clouds my memory.
All day I dream about...
All Day I Dream About...
... Sex
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Poem: Ring of Divorce
My Dearly Beloved,
Can your intuition unfold my reasoning for engaging you?
With this ring, I shall commit my heart to you.
Unity begins with U—N—I
so, understand that you and I were meant to be!
A ring symbolizes eternity.
Your ring size is a 14.
My love weighs at 7 pounds.
I believe this ceremony is appropriate.
Our affection mirrors the harmony of harps in the sky.
The circumference of our love revives all that is peaceful.
Peace may be seasonal but love appears annually.
I vow to be a pupil of peace… so show me the right way.
I label thee the love of my life.
“I now pronounce thee, husband and wife!”
My Dearly Departed,
Today marks the anniversary of our courtship.
Today marks the origin of my absence
For I have gone missing since your love has departed.
My father once quoted that
“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.”
Well, why are my feet so cold.
I did not anticipate flowers to decay in the Spring.
The rain pours as the water reflects my tears.
It reflects my fears.
Dear love,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why is it that I have become a fragment of what once was completed.
You sentenced my heart into an eternity of sorrow.
Even convicted, I show forgiveness.
Please, let me complete the sentence.
You will forever remain my misses!
Can your intuition unfold my reasoning for engaging you?
With this ring, I shall commit my heart to you.
Unity begins with U—N—I
so, understand that you and I were meant to be!
A ring symbolizes eternity.
Your ring size is a 14.
My love weighs at 7 pounds.
I believe this ceremony is appropriate.
Our affection mirrors the harmony of harps in the sky.
The circumference of our love revives all that is peaceful.
Peace may be seasonal but love appears annually.
I vow to be a pupil of peace… so show me the right way.
I label thee the love of my life.
“I now pronounce thee, husband and wife!”
My Dearly Departed,
Today marks the anniversary of our courtship.
Today marks the origin of my absence
For I have gone missing since your love has departed.
My father once quoted that
“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.”
Well, why are my feet so cold.
I did not anticipate flowers to decay in the Spring.
The rain pours as the water reflects my tears.
It reflects my fears.
Dear love,
Why have you forsaken me?
Why is it that I have become a fragment of what once was completed.
You sentenced my heart into an eternity of sorrow.
Even convicted, I show forgiveness.
Please, let me complete the sentence.
You will forever remain my misses!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Poem: Heroine - A Flawless Mistake
Heroine saved my life
Before I knew heroine, I was a drug fiend,
Addicted to charcoal and graphite.
I would sniff through nasal passages which enhanced my deteriorating sight.
My eyes, in turn, guided my uncoordinated hands
which held the instrument used to administer my fixation.
The narcotic was as addictive as the acceptance of violence in society.
No one likes to admit it but there’s no admission cost for negativity;
Negatives coincide with positives – It cannot be ignored. It cannot be denied
So women find this attractive.
Opposites attract – this is a common fact.
Their positives magnets the negatives in the hearts of men.
Must the nice guy always lose, for their angels become lost in demonic voids.
Seven attempts and yet, again,
I have lost in the battle of love, so I turn to my narcotic - My first love.
The setting is dark and blank. My only wish is to compose my imagination.
The violent image of this instrument suppressing my tree of knowledge constantly causes me to vomit my reality.
Blood entertains the once blank environment.
I was nothing but a young soul with everything to lose and nothing to gain…
until I met her.
She was a canvas full of abstract art; simply unsolved!
Her complexity fascinated me.
Her skin was complimented w/ every signature except mine.
I was told if I sign the canvas she will be with me forever.
And so I spent dark hours absorbing graphite,
Inhaling her elegance, and transferring my affection,
all into a signature.
Our passion resulted in the birth of an error.
A fact her mother could never comprehend, for she was a canvas whom would leave to search for more imprints, as if my signature wasn’t shit.
And so, I am left with a mistake and broken promises.
In result, I sought for my narcotics.
For 3 years I constantly used the instrument to paint and destroy the foundation once known as a home.
Years have passed...
On a rainy day of July 13th, I pull out the instrument.
A mistake appears, and cries aloud its first words -- “stop - Dad!”, and confines my neck with loving arms.
With that, the habit is broken. I gained understanding. What an illiterate fool I have been!
I realized the lord blessed me with a medication labeled misbegotten.
This gave me new life. It gave me inspiration. Through her I was reincarnated.
My instrument was converted into a tool for positivity.
I was saved through her angel tears. I was saved through a love I never held.
It was as if an Amazon goddess was reborn.
Her battle cry demolished and converted all evil.
She was a hero. A potent substitute for my previous narcotic.
Ironically, that error is my daughter, and I labeled her a heroine.
For she was my heroine, a flawless mistake.
Before I knew heroine, I was a drug fiend,
Addicted to charcoal and graphite.
I would sniff through nasal passages which enhanced my deteriorating sight.
My eyes, in turn, guided my uncoordinated hands
which held the instrument used to administer my fixation.
The narcotic was as addictive as the acceptance of violence in society.
No one likes to admit it but there’s no admission cost for negativity;
Negatives coincide with positives – It cannot be ignored. It cannot be denied
So women find this attractive.
Opposites attract – this is a common fact.
Their positives magnets the negatives in the hearts of men.
Must the nice guy always lose, for their angels become lost in demonic voids.
Seven attempts and yet, again,
I have lost in the battle of love, so I turn to my narcotic - My first love.
The setting is dark and blank. My only wish is to compose my imagination.
The violent image of this instrument suppressing my tree of knowledge constantly causes me to vomit my reality.
Blood entertains the once blank environment.
I was nothing but a young soul with everything to lose and nothing to gain…
until I met her.
She was a canvas full of abstract art; simply unsolved!
Her complexity fascinated me.
Her skin was complimented w/ every signature except mine.
I was told if I sign the canvas she will be with me forever.
And so I spent dark hours absorbing graphite,
Inhaling her elegance, and transferring my affection,
all into a signature.
Our passion resulted in the birth of an error.
A fact her mother could never comprehend, for she was a canvas whom would leave to search for more imprints, as if my signature wasn’t shit.
And so, I am left with a mistake and broken promises.
In result, I sought for my narcotics.
For 3 years I constantly used the instrument to paint and destroy the foundation once known as a home.
Years have passed...
On a rainy day of July 13th, I pull out the instrument.
A mistake appears, and cries aloud its first words -- “stop - Dad!”, and confines my neck with loving arms.
With that, the habit is broken. I gained understanding. What an illiterate fool I have been!
I realized the lord blessed me with a medication labeled misbegotten.
This gave me new life. It gave me inspiration. Through her I was reincarnated.
My instrument was converted into a tool for positivity.
I was saved through her angel tears. I was saved through a love I never held.
It was as if an Amazon goddess was reborn.
Her battle cry demolished and converted all evil.
She was a hero. A potent substitute for my previous narcotic.
Ironically, that error is my daughter, and I labeled her a heroine.
For she was my heroine, a flawless mistake.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Poem: Paradise
Physics appears to be the foundation of our chemistry
Although I was born to elevate, gravity seduces me into her atmosphere
As my eyes examine her rich brown soil
I penetrate her hemisphere and grasp the essence that is her soul
Her brown skin defines beauty
Minerals compliment her scent; her oxygen is a potent ecstasy
Even the angel dust around me could not compete with this mint-conditioned Addiction
My previous prescription was not sufficient
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
My light reflects upon her face
And as I enter the center of her radius
You can feel the high tides race across her surface
The moist pavement thirsts for more frictions of movement
Thus, I begin my search for her sacred region
The clouds blanket her virgin islands, which reveal the volcanic ashes of those denied before me.
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
The wind embraces me into her earthly embodiment, which held secrets beneath
My impact resembles a sword suppressed into a sheath.
And as my key entered her ignition, she truly became my true religion.
She admired my style; I cherished her taste
She liked it wild. Our love was untamed. No Mistake...
She drives me crazy but when she gives me the word…
She becomes the passenger, as I maneuver around her axis shifting every curve
I became a student under sexual intercourse
My teacher was seductive so my visits were redundant for that erotic source
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
My status has descended for now I have fallen in love.
My love for her is so deep… my love - for her - is so deep…
No, I said My Love—For—Her—Is—So—Deep that it is neither seasonal nor annual for even time could not restrict my overflowing desire for her touch
Is it a sin to require her heavenly body so much
Well in this case, I’ll burn a couple of calaries
She is my queen, I am her King,
And forever she gains my loyalty... for SHE... is poetry
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
Although I was born to elevate, gravity seduces me into her atmosphere
As my eyes examine her rich brown soil
I penetrate her hemisphere and grasp the essence that is her soul
Her brown skin defines beauty
Minerals compliment her scent; her oxygen is a potent ecstasy
Even the angel dust around me could not compete with this mint-conditioned Addiction
My previous prescription was not sufficient
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
My light reflects upon her face
And as I enter the center of her radius
You can feel the high tides race across her surface
The moist pavement thirsts for more frictions of movement
Thus, I begin my search for her sacred region
The clouds blanket her virgin islands, which reveal the volcanic ashes of those denied before me.
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
The wind embraces me into her earthly embodiment, which held secrets beneath
My impact resembles a sword suppressed into a sheath.
And as my key entered her ignition, she truly became my true religion.
She admired my style; I cherished her taste
She liked it wild. Our love was untamed. No Mistake...
She drives me crazy but when she gives me the word…
She becomes the passenger, as I maneuver around her axis shifting every curve
I became a student under sexual intercourse
My teacher was seductive so my visits were redundant for that erotic source
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
My status has descended for now I have fallen in love.
My love for her is so deep… my love - for her - is so deep…
No, I said My Love—For—Her—Is—So—Deep that it is neither seasonal nor annual for even time could not restrict my overflowing desire for her touch
Is it a sin to require her heavenly body so much
Well in this case, I’ll burn a couple of calaries
She is my queen, I am her King,
And forever she gains my loyalty... for SHE... is poetry
Darkness covers the abyss of her outer soul
The universe is hers, and she is my world…
(thanks for reading. Be sure to drop a comment. Appreciate your time.)
Poem: Love at First Sight
Our mind tells us beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...
Its unfortunate our hearts cannot reach over our shoulder;
For maybe our heart could find inner beauty at first glance
And not leave our eyes to be mesmerized into a trance
They say when temptation is great your provided with an escape
But what if your too late…
People lie the moment they speak of looking for personality...
for appearance captures the eye is the reality.
We were taught to never judge a book by its cover…
But check the table of contents for qualifications of a lover;
Yet we pick our books hoping the return policy isn’t late
For we’d like to preview the book in a library classified as a date.
Cupid is the librarian thus he doesn’t sell insurance,
Some books are insecure thus welcoming all tourists.
Used books are helpful when they’re refurbished and clean
And compliments of looking new boosts self esteem
They say God don’t like ugly but he aint too fond of pretty neither...
A balance is in need which explains why a common cold is accompanied with a fever.
To be a champion enter the ship of relations with confidence
your trophy will be waiting inside… this is common sense.
Never trade a diamond for rhinestones...
relationships are bound to have swirls like a cone;
Enjoy the flavor in hopes that it lasts long;
Enjoy the sound so much - repeat the same song;
playing a harmony as beautiful as the book of psalms
hoping understanding of the other is accessible in the palm
no bandages to cover cuts – first you must understand oneself
translation becomes as smooth as the whispers of the breath
Without love for oneself looking in the mirror may become unfamiliar
Which in essence would make our ocular vision very peculiar
Thus the heart and mind agrees with this advice
sight first at love before you seek love at first sight
Its unfortunate our hearts cannot reach over our shoulder;
For maybe our heart could find inner beauty at first glance
And not leave our eyes to be mesmerized into a trance
They say when temptation is great your provided with an escape
But what if your too late…
People lie the moment they speak of looking for personality...
for appearance captures the eye is the reality.
We were taught to never judge a book by its cover…
But check the table of contents for qualifications of a lover;
Yet we pick our books hoping the return policy isn’t late
For we’d like to preview the book in a library classified as a date.
Cupid is the librarian thus he doesn’t sell insurance,
Some books are insecure thus welcoming all tourists.
Used books are helpful when they’re refurbished and clean
And compliments of looking new boosts self esteem
They say God don’t like ugly but he aint too fond of pretty neither...
A balance is in need which explains why a common cold is accompanied with a fever.
To be a champion enter the ship of relations with confidence
your trophy will be waiting inside… this is common sense.
Never trade a diamond for rhinestones...
relationships are bound to have swirls like a cone;
Enjoy the flavor in hopes that it lasts long;
Enjoy the sound so much - repeat the same song;
playing a harmony as beautiful as the book of psalms
hoping understanding of the other is accessible in the palm
no bandages to cover cuts – first you must understand oneself
translation becomes as smooth as the whispers of the breath
Without love for oneself looking in the mirror may become unfamiliar
Which in essence would make our ocular vision very peculiar
Thus the heart and mind agrees with this advice
sight first at love before you seek love at first sight
(thanks for reading. Be sure to drop a comment. Appreciate your time.)
Poem: The LP Album
On the album the cover art looks attractive
promising satisfaction... a fatal attraction
The first thought on the mind was to play you in my sleep
never to count the sheep - a valuable asset to keep
Easy access hopin we compute and relate
go on a date to find the key and unlock the gate
No need for insecurity in this relationship
with this ring symbolizin we won this championship
yeah... it seems we know our way around circles
violets See red... daisies Pee blue... roses Are purple
and so we sync via C.P.R.
she would take my breathe away to see if I could get far
we stepped to love and I would lead and She would follow
the pain of loosing her would turn my joy quickly to sorrow
Its hard to swallow but we are no perfect match
even the case couldn't protect the record from a scratch
the LP in this album isn't just love and pain
to your temple its knowledge to gain keeping you sane
the love and pain can be heard through the speakers when we speak
the genre defined as the antonym of defeat
Yet through love the record shall keep spinning
keep it on repeat so we can start from the beginning
and in the end we shall repeat our favorite saying
the function of this album is long playing
promising satisfaction... a fatal attraction
The first thought on the mind was to play you in my sleep
never to count the sheep - a valuable asset to keep
Easy access hopin we compute and relate
go on a date to find the key and unlock the gate
No need for insecurity in this relationship
with this ring symbolizin we won this championship
yeah... it seems we know our way around circles
violets See red... daisies Pee blue... roses Are purple
and so we sync via C.P.R.
she would take my breathe away to see if I could get far
we stepped to love and I would lead and She would follow
the pain of loosing her would turn my joy quickly to sorrow
Its hard to swallow but we are no perfect match
even the case couldn't protect the record from a scratch
the LP in this album isn't just love and pain
to your temple its knowledge to gain keeping you sane
the love and pain can be heard through the speakers when we speak
the genre defined as the antonym of defeat
Yet through love the record shall keep spinning
keep it on repeat so we can start from the beginning
and in the end we shall repeat our favorite saying
the function of this album is long playing
(thanks for reading. Be sure to drop a comment. Appreciate your time.)
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