And Sometimes..

Sometimes
in between the opening
& closing off eyelids
I dream of you
...
yes
within blinks
I picture me
& you
reunited
for the first time
& yes
I miss you
as if you've already
been here
...
Sometimes
within sunsets
I yearn for moonlight
so we can mentally moonwalk
in happiness
...
yes
I'd rather spend
my life believing
I'm from outerspace
& hoverboards
really exist
...
if it means
I get to orbit worlds
with you
then a life
trying to phone home
will do just fine
...
but
understand
that sometimes
I tend to miss you
...
like in mornings
when cooking for one
seems so mundane
& when
a song we both love
come running across my mind
or
at times
where no one understands
my madness
...
I sigh
& continue
to go on about my day
in high hopes
that you could be missing me
in the same way
...
I'll pray
...

WriterBlock

Writer's block
...
I sit along its corner
and watch creativity flow
from poets lips freely
...
yet
...
I never
speak
...
I've become
mute
...
silenced
against my will
...
unable to mouth
my emotions clearly
...
and
it hurts
...
my inspiration
no longer wishes
to inspire
...
he rather watch
bodies perspire
...
*sigh*
...
so like a voyeur
I watch from afar
as others fondle metaphors
in fingertips
fingering sticky keys
to ejaculate masterpieces
while I try hard
just to master a piece
...
I wish
I could paint
in living color
swirling vibrant hues
into beautiful context
leaving only clues
on how to blend scattered thoughts
into concepts that break the everyday mold
but as long as I reside on Writer's Block
all of that has been placed on hold

{You}

{You}

couldn't be
more beautiful
beauty
full of innocence

...but...

I sense
I'll corrupt {you}
mistakenly take {you}
for granted after being granted
a chance to dance

...but...

lets not dwell
on negatives
because
I'm more than positive
your a plus
and yeah I tend to lust
after {you} at night
dreams take flight
captivating me til morning sunlight

Ever knew
I find {you}
to be such a delight?

Never been vocal
in spoken form
but when written
hidden riddles are answered
in open book diaries
and if {you} have the time to read
then {you} will indeed
understand

I dig {you}

Die Hard

Envision
this

making
me beg

...all over again...

single handedly
reducing my roars
to simple whimpers
& then
whispering

"Who's in charge now?"

mercilessly contorting
diamond shaped tears
into wordless
motion pictures
with mouths
projecting white noises
then
happily distorting
dreams into emotional
nightmares

...I'm scared of you...

because your
becoming
an addiction
leaving overdosed privates
to acquire a burning conviction
heavily heated
k[needing] you like dough
during sun[rise]
between my thighs

...Your body's calling me...

& mine's
refusing to ignore
the urge to sexually purge
blast & rehash
disfigured dysfunctional functions
of fucking you

This isn't a love poem
I'm painting a picture
of the bitter sweet scent in the air
after we momentarily implode
then explode into scatter brained ex's
exploring dead end roads

...all truths be told...

bad habits die hard
as you get harder
elongating my detox process
by processing penetrations
pumping in promises of tomorrows
never loving me fully today

...but

I can't control the feeling

...so please

forgive me

if I fall in love again...

Cyber---spaced

We are
so
cyber

s p a c e d

& physically

dis
--
con
--
nec
--
ted

so I

have
requested
off tonight

to claim
the copyrights
to our own little
personal domain

Www.lovethroughwires.com

a web page
where we can explore
infinite Internet possibilities

downloading
personal files stored
behind fire walls
now burned
to the ground
by some virus named LOVE
we've allowed it to infect
our memory cache

I granted you
permission

to access
this hard drive
because
you made
{mirco}
moments spent
so {soft}
beneath your fingertips
as you stroke my keys
to type affection
to thee publicly
& if
others pop up
blocking highways
of communication
visually hating
we can shift
the attention
to {alt}er
& expose
their twisted
points of view
& delete
their profiles
with ease

...still

we are
so
cyber

s p a c e d

&
physically

dis
--
con
--
nec
--
ted

so
this token
of my love
will have to do

I

Love

You