Has anyone ever told you that your eyes
Are worth falling from heaven
To gaze into at least once?
Your smile is worth a million words
All pertaining to the description
Of what beautiful is and ought be.
Men would travel the longest distances
Just to be able to feel the texture of your skin.
They would wait, starve, and die, if need be
To experience only the taste of your lips.
The smell of your hair keeps men moving,
And the pleasant rapture of running their fingers
Through your hair haunts them in their dreams.
You are the Eve of beauty,
The first creature to ever leave the word “perfect” as insufficient,
And the only to capture the true essence of love at first sight.
I speak to you with nothing less than honesty
For you are all of what my heart tells me to be good.
I’ve journeyed a lifetime searching for happiness
And have found that the trail ends inside your arms.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
And So I Met A Rose
And so it was one day that I strolled along my life
And found a beautiful flower in my path.
“Hello,” I said to the Rose that stood before my future.
“How I would most like to place you in a vase and bring you along with me.”
“But why? I am but a weed,” replied the Rose. “Pay notice to my stem that is full of thorns that could only hurt you,” she continued.
But what I saw were not thorns, merely unique characteristics of her person. “None the less” said I “I would be more than honored to hold and care for you to help you notice that every petal you hold is another reason why I would love to hold you more.”
And so it was another day that I strolled along my life
Holding a rose inside a vase.
The rose was blooming larger than ever and the thorns all disappeared.
She was an immaculate rose more beautiful than any other.
But now losing her is what I feared.
Anyone could give her light and water.
It would be impossible for another not to love her as I do.
And so it is on this day that I realize I am lucky
For being the chosen one to care
And say or do the things I do.
It is all for you, my rose.
And found a beautiful flower in my path.
“Hello,” I said to the Rose that stood before my future.
“How I would most like to place you in a vase and bring you along with me.”
“But why? I am but a weed,” replied the Rose. “Pay notice to my stem that is full of thorns that could only hurt you,” she continued.
But what I saw were not thorns, merely unique characteristics of her person. “None the less” said I “I would be more than honored to hold and care for you to help you notice that every petal you hold is another reason why I would love to hold you more.”
And so it was another day that I strolled along my life
Holding a rose inside a vase.
The rose was blooming larger than ever and the thorns all disappeared.
She was an immaculate rose more beautiful than any other.
But now losing her is what I feared.
Anyone could give her light and water.
It would be impossible for another not to love her as I do.
And so it is on this day that I realize I am lucky
For being the chosen one to care
And say or do the things I do.
It is all for you, my rose.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Escape
Alright, so I was going to the University of Illinois at the time, and my family was having some problems. I had the option of either staying in Illinois, going to a wonderful school with all my friends (plus I had tons of other family too), or transfer to a Florida school and be closer to my parents so I could see them on holidays. I chose my family. I will always choose my family. They love me and I love them. That is love. That will last forever. Remember... love is about sharing. Don't be an incomplete-type of fool.... build your life... share your life... but never give your life away... we are small, but worth more... enjoy...
I’ve slipped into a dimension
Where my existence seems to want to fade away.
The person I thought I was has left me behind
And has gone off to hide once more under an unknown object
That I, of course, must discover once more.
Meaningful things and meaningful people are all
Stepping two steps backwards leaving me alone to face
This new path or turn back and join my previous self.
Never knowing who I could or should be.
Strange arms pull me from the south,
While familiar hands tug me to the north.
Unheard or spoken lips whisper in my ears
From both west and east to discover the earth for the first time
And see if those places really do exist.
And inside me a howl barks in my mind
To fly above the clouds or run until the ground gives way,
But I stand here confused about my position or purpose.
Or do I still have to find them?
Everything I touch turns to gold
And everything I pass and leave behind me turns to ash
And the wind blows it away from my memory.
Did it ever exist?
And still I stand motionless with my running thoughts.
Do I step forward to see all the unseen
Or do I turn around to warm recognizable arms to be who I am now?
I’ve slipped into a dimension
Where my existence seems to want to fade away.
The person I thought I was has left me behind
And has gone off to hide once more under an unknown object
That I, of course, must discover once more.
Meaningful things and meaningful people are all
Stepping two steps backwards leaving me alone to face
This new path or turn back and join my previous self.
Never knowing who I could or should be.
Strange arms pull me from the south,
While familiar hands tug me to the north.
Unheard or spoken lips whisper in my ears
From both west and east to discover the earth for the first time
And see if those places really do exist.
And inside me a howl barks in my mind
To fly above the clouds or run until the ground gives way,
But I stand here confused about my position or purpose.
Or do I still have to find them?
Everything I touch turns to gold
And everything I pass and leave behind me turns to ash
And the wind blows it away from my memory.
Did it ever exist?
And still I stand motionless with my running thoughts.
Do I step forward to see all the unseen
Or do I turn around to warm recognizable arms to be who I am now?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Celebration of the First Date
Hooray, hooray!
The day has come
When all the dreams become real.
No more waiting to be seen;
Eye contact is normal now,
I have the right to gaze upon you,
As you do on me, if you do at all.
Today is the day, which I celebrate with you;
The making of a dream,
My victory over cowardice,
Thinking but never attempting to make an effort.
Sometimes it is the real that we dream,
What we would like to see or make happen.
They say that patience is a virtue,
But that time is of the essence,
And we should therefore seize the day, Carpe diem!
I didn’t let you slip away,
Because I wanted to keep holding on to an idea,
An innocent thought of us.
Well, mostly you, but I do recall that I was there
Holding your smile and your hand.
What shall it be on this grandeur day?
A walk through the fields of human existence,
A journey to a place where sitting is permitted?
Where I am allowed to capture your attention,
As you do with mine always when you’re near?
We can share the same air
And then we can label it “ours.”
Around the world we’ll stamp
Objects and moments of experience as “ours.”
Later years we can reminisce of what was done,
Or of what we did or are going to,
And in the end of this particular moment
We can make ourselves immortal,
Dancing and laughing,
Creating echoes for our ears
Setting precedence for young couples
Silly for each other as we are today;
Waiting to bask underneath the sun’s glorious rays;
I wanting to bask in only yours.
Steady as we go,
Make no mistake from now to then,
Or from here to there;
Every second counts in this spectacle of life.
True, there are many soul mates parading around
Looking for their better side,
But I am comfortable right now
In this dream I’m living.
I want to share some time with you,
Would love to stick around
And collect every wink, smile, or beautiful gesture
That flies from within your person.
I’m not promising forever,
Nor am I disregarding it either.
I just want to have a good time
And I think with you I could.
The day has come
When all the dreams become real.
No more waiting to be seen;
Eye contact is normal now,
I have the right to gaze upon you,
As you do on me, if you do at all.
Today is the day, which I celebrate with you;
The making of a dream,
My victory over cowardice,
Thinking but never attempting to make an effort.
Sometimes it is the real that we dream,
What we would like to see or make happen.
They say that patience is a virtue,
But that time is of the essence,
And we should therefore seize the day, Carpe diem!
I didn’t let you slip away,
Because I wanted to keep holding on to an idea,
An innocent thought of us.
Well, mostly you, but I do recall that I was there
Holding your smile and your hand.
What shall it be on this grandeur day?
A walk through the fields of human existence,
A journey to a place where sitting is permitted?
Where I am allowed to capture your attention,
As you do with mine always when you’re near?
We can share the same air
And then we can label it “ours.”
Around the world we’ll stamp
Objects and moments of experience as “ours.”
Later years we can reminisce of what was done,
Or of what we did or are going to,
And in the end of this particular moment
We can make ourselves immortal,
Dancing and laughing,
Creating echoes for our ears
Setting precedence for young couples
Silly for each other as we are today;
Waiting to bask underneath the sun’s glorious rays;
I wanting to bask in only yours.
Steady as we go,
Make no mistake from now to then,
Or from here to there;
Every second counts in this spectacle of life.
True, there are many soul mates parading around
Looking for their better side,
But I am comfortable right now
In this dream I’m living.
I want to share some time with you,
Would love to stick around
And collect every wink, smile, or beautiful gesture
That flies from within your person.
I’m not promising forever,
Nor am I disregarding it either.
I just want to have a good time
And I think with you I could.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
some more from my "secret" bag of goodies...
Your Lips
When you kiss me
a river flows
through my veins.
When your lips touch mine
it’s an awakening
into another world;
dreams no longer
continue to be my sanctuary.
When I cry for love
I cry for you,
your lips;
salvation.
When I kiss you
my wounds are healed
and sorrow
evaporates.
I leap into your mouth,
and you bathe me with your tongue,
sweet holy water.
Blissful fountain,
eternal stream, I
am your
grateful
valley.
When you kiss me
a river flows
through my veins.
When your lips touch mine
it’s an awakening
into another world;
dreams no longer
continue to be my sanctuary.
When I cry for love
I cry for you,
your lips;
salvation.
When I kiss you
my wounds are healed
and sorrow
evaporates.
I leap into your mouth,
and you bathe me with your tongue,
sweet holy water.
Blissful fountain,
eternal stream, I
am your
grateful
valley.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Assignment #14
Here is a poem I wrote about my friends and I when we were young, we'd go to the beach and just howl at the moon like wolves hungry for purpose and knowledge... tell me what you think.
Happy Holidays, or better yet, Merry Christmas :)
Séance
Here beneath the moon
I give to you my soul
To liberate from my person,
To set free to fly high
Above the clouds of perception.
I inhale you like fog,
Let you see inside of me
All the tangled confusion,
Overpowering reality of life
Left at my car door.
I walk on new land
Where the end of the earth lies.
Should I continue?
Only you will know,
As I drink you down
Until what I have lost has been filled
Or until where
Or who I want to be
Is here
Amongst this close conjunction of dear members
Who with me
Show no fear to howl at the moon
When we go insane,
Intoxicated with the thought of love
That knocks us over like tidal waves,
Which wash away all of our impurities;
Makes us real,
Makes me drown in what life ought to be,
A never-ending story of events shared
With my other selves
Who help me unite into one giant séance.
They come down holding my hand
Reassuring me that I will never be alone
Or speak to only myself
Because we are one in the world of immaculate stars
And will be placed in this sky forever.
Happy Holidays, or better yet, Merry Christmas :)
Séance
Here beneath the moon
I give to you my soul
To liberate from my person,
To set free to fly high
Above the clouds of perception.
I inhale you like fog,
Let you see inside of me
All the tangled confusion,
Overpowering reality of life
Left at my car door.
I walk on new land
Where the end of the earth lies.
Should I continue?
Only you will know,
As I drink you down
Until what I have lost has been filled
Or until where
Or who I want to be
Is here
Amongst this close conjunction of dear members
Who with me
Show no fear to howl at the moon
When we go insane,
Intoxicated with the thought of love
That knocks us over like tidal waves,
Which wash away all of our impurities;
Makes us real,
Makes me drown in what life ought to be,
A never-ending story of events shared
With my other selves
Who help me unite into one giant séance.
They come down holding my hand
Reassuring me that I will never be alone
Or speak to only myself
Because we are one in the world of immaculate stars
And will be placed in this sky forever.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Assignment #13
Introspection
I know what you mean when you
tell me you miss having someone
next to you, the warm naked body
you think will never hurt you.
I know what you must feel, right now,
alone, naked, filled with the desire
to smell the hair you loved so dearly,
like red wine or vanilla bean ice-cream.
When you tell me you feel sad,
incomplete, cheated of your favorite
thing, person, love, I know what
you must be feeling, contemplating.
When you tell me you are happy
without her, smiling like some mask,
a puppet with the strings clipped,
I know it is an act to protect you.
I am with you, I am like you,
I miss the same things, I breathe
foolishly empty air, I smile also
when I am sad, I am alone.
I am tired of love, afraid of its
pain, overwhelming persistance
on my memory, fading pictures
of past bodies, hair, and love.
You and I often forget to listen,
you live inside yourself, doomed
to argue with the heart and mind,
leaving friends outside your wall.
You and I are not alone, we have
each other, we are the you and
I of this lonely naked body,
a puppet with the strings clipped.
I know what you mean when you
tell me you miss having someone
next to you, the warm naked body
you think will never hurt you.
I know what you must feel, right now,
alone, naked, filled with the desire
to smell the hair you loved so dearly,
like red wine or vanilla bean ice-cream.
When you tell me you feel sad,
incomplete, cheated of your favorite
thing, person, love, I know what
you must be feeling, contemplating.
When you tell me you are happy
without her, smiling like some mask,
a puppet with the strings clipped,
I know it is an act to protect you.
I am with you, I am like you,
I miss the same things, I breathe
foolishly empty air, I smile also
when I am sad, I am alone.
I am tired of love, afraid of its
pain, overwhelming persistance
on my memory, fading pictures
of past bodies, hair, and love.
You and I often forget to listen,
you live inside yourself, doomed
to argue with the heart and mind,
leaving friends outside your wall.
You and I are not alone, we have
each other, we are the you and
I of this lonely naked body,
a puppet with the strings clipped.
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