It Kills Me

Just the remembrance of you and the old times.
The reminiscing of the you and I,
The we that we let go,
And the cuddling in the cold;

That just kills me...

Every thought that leads to you
Is every thought that's going through
My every cell inside my brain. It's true,
The thought of you brings pain, but from reach you stand aloof

And that just kills me...

It's that your touch, the feel of your skin
I miss enough to say that, without it, my life is grim.
I need, oh I do need! The sight of your silhouette when, the lights, I dim.
I need, oh I do need! A "To be continued..." to our story instead of "FIN!"

That just killed me.

In the after life, I wish, we will not meet.
I do not want to greet
A new chance with an old defeat
Because I couldn't die again and this grief,

It wouldn't kill me.

The Good Boy And The Stranger

Yes, I'm a good boy, I'll tuck you in and lay next to you to cuddle.
Don't be fooled, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I'll switch on you and go, from slow, to full throttle.
I can hold you tight all night and keep you warm.
I can also make you sweat and scream, yes, I want to hear you moan.
I'll fill you with kisses from your head to your toes.
Or I'll just nibble on your nipple while my fingers probe your holes.

You will live the sweet delight an angel enjoys every single day.
That doesn't mean that I won't bite or tie you up so that you won't run away.
I'll whisper in your ear a new sonnet every morn.
I'll tease you until the pleasure has you wailing like a new born.
Baby, I am all yours, I just want you to be happy.
Lady, you are mine, when I'm around you call me daddy.

From the day I met you I have lived to breathe your air.
From the day I met you I knew I would bend you over and pull you by your hair.
Oh, dear, sweet angel with a pleasant smile to greet.
Oh, you nasty little freak, you just love to wet the bed sheets.
Come a bit closer while we're walking, so that we may hold hands.
Come a bit closer while we're face to face on the train, and play with yourself as we stand.

Truthfully my love, I adore the land you walk.
Truthfully today I don't want to hear you talk.
Your angelic voice sings the song played by the seas.
Don't even say my name, today we fuck and then you leave.
I want to spend eternity bound to you.
Don't believe what I just said, I just lied, it's not true.

I find myself fighting foully with foul thoughts.
At times I scream inside for my true voice is not found when sought.
It is you only my dear who can bring out my true nature.
I love you it is true, but I'm a freak, I love role playing as the stranger.
Yes, I'm a good boy and you know and love that fact.
You also love it when i go wild and there's nothing wrong with that.

Red light, green light, one, two, three...

Inspired by and dedicated to Jasmine Chanel Parker.

Red light, green light, one, two, three...
The feelings I feel for you are concrete.
If when you and I are alone, one listens carefully,
One can hear clearly that our hearts do speak.

Let us eavesdrop on our hearts and hear what they say.
They speak of enjoying a picnic in May.
They want a Sunday afternoon in a mountain, far away.
Distant from the city and the "day to day."

My muse, in awe I stare at you for one simple reason.
To say that my feelings are not true, would truly be treason.
You and I are Vivaldi and our love, his "Four Seasons."
When we are together, there are none other more gleesome.

Falling In Love

Inspired by and dedicated to Jasmine Chanel Parker.

Whenever the air is cool, because of a winter breeze,
I think about the wet kiss we shared before we fell asleep.
The moon was out, your eyes did shine
More than a day time sun that is ever so bright.

The sun is bright, it shines on me
And the only thought in my mind is being with thee.
I remember how your eyes do shine even in the darkest of nights.
I remember how when I'm down a wet kiss from you, inspires, in me, flight.

The moon is out, it is midnight again
And I cannot hide that I miss you, my friend.
You are to me my blanket whenever I'm cold
And when I am afraid, you are the teddy I hold.

Your eyes shine like stars in the sky,
Guiding the lost away from the lies.
Exposing the truth, the one we all seek.
Guiding us all away from the bleak.

The kiss was wet, the first one we shared.
I enjoyed everything as the scent from your hair
Did ever so cleverly mesmerize my all.
Indeed, deeply and blindly, completely in love with you I did fall.

All I Want To Do Is Write

Inspired by fellow poet Roberto Poeta Quintero's poem "All I want to do, is read."

All I want to do is write

With my pen on your paper skin.

Skin so delicately fit for prime,

Genuine, one of a kind ink.

All I want to do is write

All day under a sunny Sunday;

Under a beautiful blue sky,

The story of a young runaway.

All I want to do is write!

All I want to do is touch your silk

Like velvety external organ which fights

Off, and protects you from, the world's filth.

All I want to do is write

And cuddle closely with my muse

As a song of motions plays through the night;

Our bodies –the instruments– creating the tune.

All I want to do is write

The anthem to our every memory,

The declaration of my love, my life,

The work of my eternity.

Beating In Sync

I can feel your heart beat-beat,

Beating at your chest

Trying to emerge from it.

It screams with it's thumps,

It says, it wants more, this isn't enough.

It wants to be closer to mine,

It wants us to merge, to intertwine.

I can feel your heart beat-beat,

Beating, yes, it's screaming.

It can't stand the day to day dealing

With being far away from its mate.

I doubt it's hard to believe that mines is feeling the same.

They need each other, close,

Beating in sync forevermore.

Attention All Poets!

I'm calling out to all of my poet friends,
Let's not pretend that in the end
It's not all poetry. Do comprehend

That music, today, poetry, does need.
So as we be poets, see,
We are obliged to greet

The call with open arms
And write so that everyone we may charm
Out of the hypocrisy of this Animal Farm.

Poets UNITE!!!

A Sun and Moon Coalition

Inspired by and dedicated to Jasmine Chanel Parker.

The moon's light is shining on a river bank in the east.
While here in the west the sun shines to complete
A coalition like none other, one no being has ever seen.
A lovely dance between partners whose love is more than serene.

Radiant Personality

Inspired by and dedicated to Yahaira Perez.

Radiant enough to extirpate the darkness within my soul.
Beautiful beyond belief and capable of exiting the dull.
You remind me of morning dew, settling with a sun rise,
Atop a mountain as the night meets its demise.

Accursed be he whom does try to damage thee,
For the wrath of the earth, the heavens, and that of the seas,
Shall bring forth turmoil to the path he walks
And damnation to the dreams he stalks.

Falling prey of your warmth is an easy task.
It is easy to be drawn to your smile, your laugh,
Your class and your every bit of attitude.
Even though, at times, it may seem a little rude.

It is cute, sexy, All of that and a little more.
Just keep on adding to it; there's no need to withhold
Anything about your personality,
Be extravagant, and do stand out as you outstand with creativity.

Walking On A Dream

Inspired by and dedicated to Henny Cakes.

Walking on a dream,
Floating on a cloud of fantasies.
It seems that the seams
Separating the fabric of reality
From the fiction in our minds
Has vanished with the hands of time.

Walking on a dream...
Father time... deceased.
Fantasies making truth and fact obsolete.
What do we see?
Nothing but chaos! A nightmare,
Not a dream any more... we're scared.

Walking on a dream...
A nightmare manifests with keen
Distortion of the senses that now greet
Discomfort and welcome sorrow to the scene.
The sight of light brings hope
And gives us the strength to cope.

Walking on a dream...
We're still walking, yes, indeed.
That light gave us the will power to believe
That, not all is bad, there is still good to meet.
The nightmare subsides,
But there's still darkness to walk before we reach the light.

Walking on a dream...
There's nothing in sight so we
Continue our journey down the invisible path that leads
Us to the light we need.
A door is reached and opened at a slow pace.
We gaze at the sight, the one we so craved.

Walking on a dream...
Paradise we have reached.
Father time greets us with a loud sound... [BEEP!]
Again the sound... [BEEP!]... [BEEP!]... back to reality.
Our slumber subsides, in paradise the earth quakes.
Our eyes open, we look at the clock, turn off the alarm; we are awake.

Draft 08/28/2011

A little something to warm up my writing skills... Don't want them to get rusty lol... It's been a while, let me know what you think...

I'm done trying to get to know you,

Because it's clear that you don't want to know me.

I'm done going out of my way and trying to do

Anything to satisfy your greed.

It's clear that you don't get it and I'm your special Ed,

But I'm done with your stupidity, I'm sick of filling your hollow head

With information that you always choose to ignore.

I'm simply tired of being there at your fucking beck and call.

It's all good... Don't worry... I'm better off alone.

I'm better off without you chewing on me like a bone.

You selfish bitch, you never thought of me.

What about what I wanted, what about my fucking dreams.

You never really cared, my thoughts were, to you, all shit.

All you really cared about was what I could do for you or what it is that I could give.

But fuck it, now it's all over, I'm done with it, done with you being my owner.

I'm a lone wolf now, yes, a lone soldier. I'm turning my back on you [brr] cold shoulder.

Switching Roles

Ripping thought from mind

With the hands of time

As I unsuccessfully do try

To keep us together while my motion is denied.

I requested from you

That, for a second, you choose

To try to work it out between us two,

But instead, tell me, what did you do?

You grab your keys and leave

Me to heave,

As I now cannot breathe.

Tell me, what am I to believe?

What am I to think

If every time you answer a question, you uncontrollably blink.

You take me to the brink

Of sanity as I cannot stand your smell, you stink!

You leave from home smelling like a flower

And when you come back you hurry to the shower.

I smell your clothes; cigar smoke narrows

My focus and makes me want to strangle you with a towel.

Tell me, honey, is it your boss.

Is it that co-worker "mister floss

Even if he didn't eat, simply just because?"

Or is it a "client" my dear whom does dare keep you from us?

My Favorite Beer

This sounds kind of silly,
Pero linda, I tend to miss you.
Cada ves que tu te vas,
Baby I continue
To sentir mi lips
Con finger tips
Que hace poco yo tenia on your hips.

Querida no te asombres
Because te escribo este poema.
Porque la verdad is that
In este tema
Soy el mejor, the best I am
Y no creo that there are letras
That combinar or inventar I pueda.

Te escribo en dos lenguages
Because one no es suficiente.
No alcansan las palabras
To tell you what I have en mente.
Por eso amor, I tell you that
I want to be your pretendiente,
Porque you are la mejor, my favorite beer, Presidente.

Never Sick Of You

Braking barriers,
Making sparks fly,
I'm making love to you
All night.
To put it simply,
Baby, you and I
Can do this quickly,
Or we could take our time.

We can make it special
And specially for us.
It is intentional,
Our indulgence in lust.
We can immerse ourselves
In each other's touch
And live happily together.
We can never have too much.

"I'm getting sick of you!"
That, you will never hear.
I'm speaking from my heart,
So let me make this clear.
You and I, we, no! We can never be
Nothing less than dear
To each other.
I will always be sincere.

To you, dear, I will never
Lie.
I will never be clever and
Try
To confuse your thoughts so that I may
Fly
Solo into unfamiliar
Thighs.

The thought of you
Sometimes keeps me awake.
It excites me just to know
That you are whom I date.
Don't worry about anyone else
It doesn't matter what they may say.
You and I, we are all that matters;
It's because they can not have us, that they always hate.

X + I = Happy

Double dimples showing,
Damn I love that smile.
It hurts me just knowing
That I've been waiting for a while
To spark up a conversation
And to no avail.
I have taken too much time
And now in my mail...

...Box I find an invitation.
One with a pink bow
On it as decoration.
It smells of lavender, oh!
What a penetration!
In my heart I feel a dagger
Abrade a new abrasion.
As I find that my equation...

...Is an inequality after all,
I brake down, fall to the ground
And feel my brain stall.
I can not stand the sound
Of birds chirping atop of trees as tall
As can be found
So from the ground
To the nest I throw a tennis ball.

I'm saddened now, but I do know
That, happy for you, I should be.
The problem is that I'm miserably
Wondering why he
Had to be quick to act, in fact just that,
Sincerely makes me weep.
I had a chance I failed to take because I failed to see
That without you as variable "X," (X) plus (I) does not equal (Happy).

('m stck n dnl5)

My motion sensors tell me
There is someone nearing my heart.
The thermal optics are sensing
Your warmth from afar.
The cameras already noticed
You planning your intrusion,
But my electrical fence shocked you away
And gave you a contusion.

My firewalls won't let you in,
I have too many active.
You can try brute forcing your way through it,
But my IDS is never passive.
It already let me know
And by attempt number four
I had changed my passwords
And double locked all of my back doors.

I know that I am lonely
And do know that I do need you.
To put it simply the truth is
That true love is what I need to
Put my head and heart into
But I simply cannot let myself trust
That is why all I care of is lust;
I'm afraid of having you close enough to combust.

You are a terrorist,
You terrify me with your eyes.
A simple look from you to me
Carries with it my demise.
You don't have to do anything
Having you in sight does suffice
To bring me to my knees
And make my eyes watery enough for me to cry.

Indeed I know I'm broken
And you're the missing piece.
I need you to re-engineer me,
Like they did to Rome and Greece.
Carefully re-construct me and my faith,
Because I did lose everything the day I fell from Grace.
She did a number on me, she destroyed my every hope.
That's why today I beg you to re-plant my heart and fertilize its growth.

Before you can do anything,
Before you can re-format and re-compile,
You must decrypt me, GPG style.
The key is "(I'm stuck in denial),"
Just add the number 'five,'
Subtract the 'six' vowels ('m stck n dnl5)
And you should get my hard drive disk to open,
You may now read all of my files.

A Poem For You, Not For Me

This poem is for you, not for me.
Because every other poem I have written has been selfishly
Concatenated for my eyes to see,
For myself to read.
Because every other poem I have written has been keen,
Quick to produce feelings that are incomplete.
Feelings that would make any female want more from me.
You see, I have been selfish indeed.
I have let greed coat my brain and leave
My thoughts soiled with lust when love is what my heart needs.
You see, I have been selfish indeed.
I have written for no one else but me.
So now I breathe heavily
As I try to readily
Complete a poem for you, not me.
A poem that would make every other one, I have written, obsolete.
A poem for you not for me,
Yes, indeed. Yes, I believe
That this poem is to be perfectly unique.
One for history
Books, one for your eyes to see,
One for you to read.
A poem to make my pen bleed,
For nowadays I must say that I, myself, me...
I have seized
To write on paper with pen and have chosen to miserably
Trust the keyboard on my computer or the one on my G2 as I wait for the G3.
I am spoiled by technology.
I have been selfishly indulging in the new philosophy
Of not caring about anything except fulfilling a demon's dream.
The philosophy of forgetting why I write and focusing on sharing my cream
With every woman I see.
It didn't matter if she was special or not, it didn't matter to me.
I just wanted to get into her mind, her heart, her body and then leave.
I just wanted to be fulfilled sexually.
I hope it's not too late for me.
I hope that I can change so that we
Can be a we as I, myself do want you, yourself to be
Happily conjunct, concrete and complete.
I hope that you could find it in your heart to let me be with thee.
I hope that you can see, that this poem has been written for you not for me.
Nor has it been written for the satisfaction of my selfish being.
It has not been written to fulfill a demon's dream.
No, siree. I bereaved myself of such fiends.
This poem has the soul purpose of showing you and me
That I am new and newly
I have been able to leave greed.
I have been saved, I am no longer a slave of me,
I'm not a slave of society.
For now I just want to be the one that writes poetry for you and not for me.

Ignoring Truth And Fact

Ignoring truth and fact,
I rather lie and act
As the character that I am assigned
In this play that we call life.

Ignoring truth and fact,
I rather be a rat
Than a frog you try to kiss
To transform me into a prince.

Ignoring truth and fact,
It is simple, the truth is that
I really do detest
Your person at its best.

When You're Around

A ray of sunshine
Sneaks in through a tiny crack.
It sneaks in through the curtains
That make my room pitch black.

I spend most of my time
Inside and alone.
So when I see sun light
I kind of miss the cold,

Dark loneliness.
Except when you're around.
You have a way of turning
A frown up-side-down.

That is why you are loved.
That is why you are called a friend.
You don't have to do anything,
With you I wont pretend.

When you're around
I wont look down
So that the fear
Of falling to the ground

Wont manifest itself.
I will look up
And look fear in the eye
Because with you I am a wolf, I am no pup.

No Doubt

There's no doubt that she's a character,
Because of it many are after her.
Disaster her
They want, but can't
And they just can't comprehend,
Why whenever she falls, she manages to stand.

There's no doubt that she's a character
Full of life.
Her might, her strength
There's not one soul that can pretend
That her beauty can't,
Anyone it catches, at the knees make bend.

There's no doubt that she's a character,
But is there doubt inside of her?
I want to know if she concurs
To the theory within my mind.
The theory of there being a story behind her eyes,
A truth that damages her from deep inside.

There's no doubt that she's a character,
But does she know that, because of her,
I cry when she's saddened and I die.
When ever she's in need I fly
To her so she may feel safe.
Any time she needs me, I'm never late.

There's no doubt that she's a character,
No, there's no doubt that she could master
My heart.
I bet she could make me stay and not be apart
From her, from her body or from her intellect.
I bet she could make me complete, with her I'd be perfect.