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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