Wednesday, September 11, 2013

No Barriers



Body's curvaceous
My thoughts drenched in perverseness

Hormones raging, begging
Tension thickening

Wanting carnality in grand fashion
Fueled by the passion
Filling the space between you and I

No barrier to entry
Pull me in
No disturbing fantasy

Piercing screaming
Nails digging
Hair pulling

Caressing, flexing
Inside rare territory
Writing our story
Across your walls

Tasting feelings overflowing
In this explicit nature

No barriers to entry
Pull me in

Past's Haunting


Said "I do" awhile ago.
Choked by its snares...
Suffocated to lifelessness,
Stunting my growth.
Appear to be forever trapped.
No time to dream...
Quit attempting to achieve.
Aroused by bitterness' scent
Standing stagnant
She's attracting, inviting,
Forgiving...the catalyst for me living
She's my Past...
I must move pass.

Ramblings on Time


Sometimes it's simple time that separates us....
The hours, minutes, seconds, months years
Can make the difference,
Shifting the order of a thing by just an inch.

Time,
Constant, perpetual.
The distance between success and failure.

Time...
Not pausing for anybody, anything...
No sense of patience and never rushing.

If I had only prepared longer...
If hadn't left so soon....
If only I wasn't hesitant.

Did I miss out on love by seconds?
Did I lose a potential job by minutes?
Did a better life elude me by only hours?


Time.

If I Wrote A Poem


If I write a poem,
Would it show my abilities,
Expose my insecurities,
Illustrate my frailties,
Unveil me?

Would it reach hidden depths,
Tell secrets kept,
Or remain stealth?

One, some, all of the above?

Poetry is my therapy.
The paper is my counselor
As it catches the words of my tears,
Telling the story of my triumphs & fears,
Verbalizing my strengths and weakness.

Poetry is the truest me epitomized.
Doesn't judge me,
Persecute me,
Criticize me....
Taking me as I am.

What if I wrote a poem?

Sincerely Yours

Mountain high
Valley low
Exhibit the perpetual cycle
Of love lost, unfounded.
Losing my grip on sanity….
Sincerely yours.

Wasting away,
Losing identity.
Parting ways
Has far surpassed deadline.
Point of no return….
Sincerely yours.

Literally drowning in pain,
Emotionally strained
From words spoken in vain.
A smile is simply taunting,
A touch no longer warming.
Spite has replaced adoration…
Sincerely yours.




Lasting Impressions

Looking into your eyes,
Met with intrigue.
Communication’s non-verbal.
Words buried internal.
Scared of what you may ask…
Nervous my answer may be yes
Scared of what you may think…
Nervous you may see through me

Trying to read you
Can’t seem to comprehend
Attempting to feel your energy,
Don’t know where to begin.
Trying to feel me out,
There’s no interpretation.
Attempting to sense my thoughts,
There’s no revelation.

Our hands touch
Knowing we’ll never be more
Than what we’ve been before.

Our connection tells the story
That no one will ever understand:
How his woman
And his friend.
Entered the taboo
Trapped in a rendezvous
Crossing the lines over to a one night stand.
We go our separate ways,
Like two strangers in the night,
As mere passers-by
Purposely oblivious to the facts…
Intentionally ignorant to the connection had.
Lasting impressions,
Unanswered questions
Are again the remnants
Of another ‘chance’ encounter.

Another time, another place
Maybe no more time would be wasted.
We’ll cherish the moment,
Allowing it to unfold.

Another place, another time
Maybe we’ll oblige
Affording each an opportunity,
A chance to be
More than fantasy.


Love's Dance


One step forward, two steps back
Embodies the story
Of love underachieving
Putting doubts on its glory.

One step forward, two steps back
Eats away at the patience of a thing…
Deteriorating the emotions
To a world of exhaustion.

One step forward, two steps back
Are the steps to this love’s dance
Exhibited so beautifully
With an effect unfulfilling.


One step forward, two steps back

Tug-Of-War

Endless possibilities
Filled with the frailties.

Exhilaration’s our exposition.
Catastrophe’s probably our denouement.

Facets of emotion’s volatility.
Pseudo love-making
Becoming enslaving,
Birthing a reality
Abstract in nature…
A simple game of tug-of-war