Do You?

Do you think of her anymore?
Do you leave sweet messages of encouragement and divine devotion? That which for a friend you will drop like pebbles.
Does she bring to mind tingling in your groin?
Or is it wasted on new and the old is just comfortable?
No more change. 
Fantasie is fine…
… But she feels you.
She knows something is not right.
You wear everything in your eyes.
The new tingles you and she was not the ribbon you expected.
She was twisted in knots that may never come undone.
So, you toy, play with the idea of the unknotted ribbon. The new. She feels it. . . do you?

 

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Padres de familia.

They want pages filled in an explorable way.

This I do not carry in my pocket for them.

Instead, I fall asleep on the ashes of their dreams.

 

 

The Eyeglasses

What to write about tonight?

We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen

But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.

We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen.

But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.

Time has come to a place I used to care of in seconds quicker.

Now a tired brain figuring out this game no one wins

That’s how it was for me, was for me, that’s how it was for you and me.

Stilettos on thin glass to cut the heart of those already passed, everything is repeated And

And

And

Given into the dollar amount of your sweat, has at least

Already passed.

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

At least that’s what was done to me, was done to me, at least that’s what was done to you and me.

Bigger

 

We flip our tongues

like raisers words rise from

                                                                   To feel better

   m a k e  s e n s e .

                                                               Don’t tread on me!

                                                                     No longer.

I

have

bigger shoes

than

                                                                            You.

 

Creative Stance

She sits

Thoughts bracing for the flood of memories

of her.

Her dreams now just stabs in the gut  of ambition.

Where now?

What color?

What planned out thought of defiance?

To create.

To create is where her strength lies.

Words that used to leak out 

now a dribble,

with a world so ugly there is not a configuration  of letters to form words with meanings grotesque enough.

Dribble

Drip

…leak.

Thump

I wonder to the wonder of your skin
sun touched and pink
beneath my fingertips

Roused by a memory of memories
reaching heights of loves sweet
play on soul

Thump

Release And Regenerate.

Let a howl escape the lips
through excitement
tingling up
from the toes
let loves jolt forge
past the heart
sowing seeds of resonating
thuds that ache
finding release
and regeneration
in the creation
of animalistic sound.