Tuesday, February 21, 2012

waiting on time

Everyday that passes it feels
as if I'm cemented to my
present / I can see what
lys ahead but time slowly
spreads as if I lack it's infection

Tomorrow seems so bright
like the opposite of night
/ the beauty portrayed
in these dreams a sexy
equivalent to summer streams
hit with mornings light

As seconds tic minutes began
to skip but hours they hardly
flinch its legs are frozen
stiff / so my future, I can touch
with just my tips hoping in a
year or so my arms would
grow in length

She flashes signs....

Ones which support
what stains my
mind / a fairy
Tales happy ending
induced by faith in
time

She's far from blind....

Appreciates my desire
to make her mine, she
acknowledges her chance
at prime but patience has
plagued her mind

a cousin to time.....

patience is no friend of
mine, it feeds off eager
minds taming the pace
of our thoughts so we're
trained to respect the speed
of time

So I wait....

Doubt saturating my
face, it's been painted
on by his hand "him"
meaning her mate

He created this paste..

it seasoned by his thoughts
of there fate , destined to
be together like the letter
G in the word grape

But I have faith....

Faith that on a later
date, she'll be by my side
sporting that ring out my
grandma's safe

Waiting on time...

Just playing these cards
my lord claim are
mine, hoping my blissful
days isn't just something
that invades my mind

Only time could tell...

So I listen daily for that
inviting bell / letting me
know it's cool time freed
me from that spell

Waiting on time
© 2012 viewtifulink

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

the perfect

I've always dreamed.....

Of she who appeared
perfect......

Not in a sense of
flawless but someone
who's worth my worship

Terminate my passion
for flirting substitute it
with fear of hurting......

Invite me to a world
where quantity lacks
it's potent / the quality
of her love deploys a leash
on my desire to segregate
multiple curtains / desired
that sunshine from every
state she dimmed them
lights her bright came with
a purpose

The perfect.....

Her presence equivalent
to an angels service /
I need that guidance
keep me in route be
the battery which
charges my focus

Her scent a smelling
salt to my world which
seemed so lifeless / awakened
by her aroma defeating my
prior scent of worthless

The perfect.....

I'm searching.....

For what seems to
be an invisible person
or my eyes just don't
feel like working.....

I need her, I'm hurting......

Lacerations still seen
Induced by relations
which lacked a purpose

Those wounds still
bleed encouraged by
a need to embrace
her perfect

Her touch I know
would heal repair
what's been damaged
and cool this burning

But I'm steaming....

insides smoking.....

my skin melts via lost
faith in finding an
interest equipped with
this potent

but I'm hoping.......

She's close and....

Can defuse me before
the explosion / a bomb
built off wasted time
with women who didn't
deserve my type of motion

relations of all levels

friendships....
Sexships....
Love...

all contributed to this
potion....

Now I'm drunk off fun
times afraid to sober
down just to relive those
moments

Only she can stop this
pain and remove all stains
my ms perfect

The perfect

© 2012 viewtifulink