Wednesday, March 13, 2013

secrets of a tear


Whispers from her 
tears, I don't even know
her and absent reason why I
care but found myself shackled 
by my concerns on why their there 

Whispers from her
tears, " hey you over there "
Attempted to ignore but was
arrested by her stare...
as her pain trickled down 
each drop lending word
to my ear like " hello boy I'm 
speaking don't pretend you 
cannot  hear" 

Whispers from her
tears, "excuse me over there,
I can see your well aware let
me explain why we appeared"

Baffled at this time
my mind trapped between
two gears....  I'm one shift 
away from crazy her pain
is talking and I can hear 

"I'm hear..... I think" 
She said "excuse me! I know you 
from where ?"

The look on my face 
Implied her question
wasn't clear, she wiped 
away her fear a couple 
feet between us cleared 
then attempted to alert
others she shouted " your
crazy!!! Disappear "

Secrets from a tear...

This is true I swear,
when I witness a woman
cry I'm sometimes harassed
by her fears... Maybe it's 
my heart and its cast of 
solid care but this is one 
gift that makes this picture
hard to bare 


Secrets from a tear 

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my love for music


I have a love
   
      for the tone of
   
      what I love.... Music
   
      my favorite drug an
   
      addict to her sing....
   
      her song inspired
   
      by my width and its
   
      ability to spread while
   
      extracting the love
   
      she held between
   
      Sweet melodies seasoned
   
      by what was freed... The
   
      sounds of satisfaction
   
      notes altered by how she
   
      breathed, a display of
   
      my deep and strategic
   
      switch in speeds has
   
      lent a blessings to my
   
      ears for her music I'm a
   
      fiend
   
      For her music I'm
   
      a bird who just found
   
      use of its wings, like
   
      a virgin's first "YESSS!"
   
      I'm talking birth to a
   
      dream
   
      The flow of
   
      her stream mixed
   
      with the appreciation
   
      in her screams makes
   
      for the perfect song, damn
   
      I love it when she sings
   
      My love for music
   
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love decay


Once there was a
  
      time where their
  
      bond was fueled by
  
      forever.... Until his
  
      drive was altered by
  
      thoughts of a smoother
  
      ride and things being
  
      better
   

      All that he provides
  
      had gone absent to
  
      her eye.... Everything
  
      but her care, now that
  
      "forever" glare is only
  
      shaded by the thought
  
      of her lacking the need
  
      for a beating heart ........
  
      That reality no longer
  
      resides
   

      The bliss in
  
      Loves presence
  
      blinds us from it's
  
      known storm when it
  
      chooses to hide leaving
  
      behind severe wounds
  
      one which sometimes
  
      convince "he" that "his"
  
      life should be self-declined
   

      The feeling beneath her
  
      skin.... Her flesh dances
  
      like water in a pot when heat
  
      is applied while enduring the
  
      discomfort of the peel where
  
      skin just happened to die
   

      Dry is the air
  
      breathing requests
  
      her insides to fry, every
  
      inhale aids to the fire
  
      so as long as she lives
  
      the burn won't subside
   

      Assumptions of
  
      his love being reduced
  
      to lust so that strangers
  
      comply feeding her mind
  
      of his pleasures to other
  
      women he will provide
   

      Love refuses to
  
      relieve its grasp
  
      caged left to piece
  
      together the bits
  
      of crumbled pride which
  
      seems to be an impossible
  
      task lost love has tampered
  
      with what gods gift was to the
  
      eye
   

      Love we all desire
  
      but shouldn't forget
  
      all that lives must be put
  
      to rest.... Life would never
  
      be so precious if we lived
  
      absent fear of death
   

      Love decay
   

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sounds of acceptance


Her tongue glosses
   
      her lips before the air
   
      kisses her teeth.... Oxygen
   
      summoned from the depths
   
      of her an act influenced by
   
      my hello and her acceptance
   
      of all of me
   
      That first gasp portrays
   
      her surprised at the
   
      feel of surrounding
   
      me.... Gradually I travel
   
      further which asks her
   
      hands to harass the sheets
   
      Her breathe....
   
      I mean breath, inhaled
   
      from beyond deep
   
      repeatedly mimicking
   
      my greeting.......
   
      Slow....... applauding
   
      her grip I get a kick
   
      out of her slick,  tight
   
      then her moist aids on
   
      freeing me so I continue
   
      to say hello this snail like
   
      pace is pleasing me
   
      That warmth mixed
   
      with her spill as I'm freed
   
      all seen on me..... My solid
   
      shines with an example of
   
      what she's able to release
   
      haunted by the sounds
   
      of satisfactions grand
   
      opening my favorite time
   
      inside of her is when pleasure
   
      begins to sing
   
      Sounds of acceptance
   
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this isnt what i asked


Society has its way
   
      of convincing us that
   
      certain desires are
   
      dressed in routine...
   
      so you strive to fulfil
   
      a dream its outcome thanks
   
      to another's success you've
   
      already seen
   
      What if fate rerouted you
   
      on a path to a brighter light
   
      and greater things but your
   
      sold on what you've seen
   
      so you continue tailing
   
      another's dream
   
      don't assume every
   
      bird can fly keep from
   
      thought their extended
   
      wings, everything beneath
   
      the sun consumes the same
   
      air that don't declare us all
   
      human beings
   
      I've done walked
   
      outside my shoes
   
      mentally claiming that
   
      natural wasn't my scene
   
      falsely training myself
   
      to believe everyone else
   
      but me was better to be
   
      sometimes we must
   
      substitute our given
   
      abilities, develope
   
      visions with your heart
   
      forget the gift to the eye
   
      is to see,  listen with your
   
      mind as your heart now
   
      guides it on how to think,
   
      dismiss the gift given to
   
      the ear as most tongues
   
      are directed by the persuasive
   
      mind of a human being
   
      corrupting your thoughts which
   
      fuels your action we all have the
   
      gift to mislead
   
      I understand if
   
      it flows one should
   
      consider it a stream
   
      but its base isn't always
   
      water your norm and mine
   
      are two different things
   
      This isn't what I asked
    

more than four letter








It's taste ....
   
      overruled the natural
   
      sweetness of her kiss..
   
      its warmth whispers
   
      my name as I grow
   
      near to bind our lips
   
      The softness I've
   
      embraced you can
   
      tell was tampered with
   
      because I've been forced
   
      into a state of recline while
   
      being fed a future of bliss
   
      It's feel...
   
      Dances between the
   
      thin hairs upon my
   
      skin, its music played
   
      by every touch so those
   
      hairs refuse to bend,
   
      exchanging my standard
   
      thoughts with one's that'll
   
      heighten the tension love
   
      does its best work when
   
      pressured by sensation
   
      It's aroma...
   
      stains your space
   
      taking the place of
   
      oxygen so every inhale
   
      renews what's real your
   
      bodies plagued again and
   
      again
   
       
   
      It's sound...
   
      A lions roar when
   
      fleeing from the depth
   
      of him while her screech
   
      mimics the soothe of
   
      one playing a violin
   
      It's look...
   
      So bright able
   
      re-light a "lovers"
   
      skin.... It's been
   
      said to leave a
   
      glow something
   
      similar to the suns
   
      morning grin
   
      If  my current
   
      love for her replaced
   
      the dim in the moonlit
   
      Sky's..... All who roamed
   
      the night would need
   
      a bright repellant  to
   
      protect their eyes
   
      L o v e...... Is more
   
      then just four letters,
   
      only those who really
   
      been there are aware of
   
      its hidden pleasures
   
      More then four letters
   
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perfect wrong


Unaware....
   

      The mind of a child is
  
      unprepared but assembled
  
      to absorb so its crucial how
  
      their steered, Naturally
  
      entwined with their
  
      surroundings.... everything
  
      seems right when one
  
      lives absent care so their
  
      beginners mind labels
  
      perfect to what's there
   

      Induced to live
  
      a life........  where
  
      comfortable registers
  
      instead of fear, an unsure
  
      living arrangement seen
  
      a palace their mentally
  
      told appears..... That
  
      affect provided by
  
      unfortunate means we'd
  
      consider was unfair but
  
      we all can't live good
  
      the thought of a better
  
      life would lose its flair
   

      When your life gears
  
      are presented to you
  
      backwards... reality
  
      hits fast but your incapable
  
      of acknowledging what
  
      matters.....  Things most
  
      frown upon your tamed
  
      to believe should make
  
      them flattered all because
  
      your childhood memories
  
      consist of living battered
   

      Perfect wrongs
   

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