Perhaps I was just dreaming.

I want to dance with you to the beautiful music of love,

On the wings of a sunbeam sent from above,

Whirling between the stars in a universe of delight,

Dancing with angels in a chaotic symphony of light,

Will I awaken from this dream to the reality of illusion?

Will I raise myself from death in this psychedelic fusion?

Perhaps I am wishing for rescue from a distant sun,

Perhaps I am just crazy my mind on the run,

But maybe as we rush into certain oblivion,

We may rise to glory with love,

From the spirit within.

My living words

my words,
If they ever take shape,what structure
will they form.
If they were on your face,what gesture
would they display.

If they were food,then the hungry will not have them to ignore
but have them to devour.
if they were beer,
then drunks will not disppear
until the last sip.

imagine words that can penatrate through a death ears,
words that can be atured by dumd mouths,
words that can be sighted by blind eyes,
words that can make sense to a brainless beings.
if my words could do such,
to me they will never mean much,
but my words.

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A Man and his Guitar
He holds it against his heart
Like a metal clinging to a magnet
The way he gently touches it
The way he looks at it
It is so extremely erotic and magical
And the way he plays it
It’s like he is makin’ love to it
When his delicate fingers glide softly on it
The expression on his face reacts to the sound it makes
Its string is such an electrical force
It links him with the guitar, and together
They are like specific enzymes, unlike charges
And when those fingers glide softly on the bar cords,
They create a language only he and his guitar understand

Adoration

Absence is to love what wind is to fire, it extinguishes the small it inflames the great.

I know the day and way we met with all my will and much against my heart we two now part and the girl I love is so beautiful you are a phantom of delight when you first gleemed upon my sight, your eyes as stars of twighlight fair like twighlights too your dusky hair.

The turning of anger on the self prevents one from destroying the object of ones love instead of destroying both the love object and the bond one becomes depressed which preserves both.

And so to go away is to die a little it is to die to that which one loves everywhere and always one leaves behind a part of oneself.

Since theres no help, let us kiss and part, Nay I have done you get no more of me and I am glad with all my heart that this so clearly, I myself can free. Shake hands forever cancel all our vows and when we meet at any time again be it not seen in any of our brows that we one jot of former love retain

Pieces of a dream

Pieces of a dream, like…
My yet to be sealed and delivered Book of Rhymes
Because of unfinished sentences…
Words distorted for meanings contradictions

Pieces of a dream, like…
The great I want to be
But for now I’m only good
It’s going to take a man in me
Determination and self-driven
To get to the tip top I wanna be

Pieces of a dream, like…
My day-dreaming of the future you and I
The scent of it I can smell
The sight of it I can only imagine
Like is so close and yet still fa

Fruit

How could one bite
be So deeply sweet,
be So overwhelmingly addictive.
Every time I eat
It feels so wrong yet so right.

The same taste that relieves tension,
lures  so many to their peril;
the very cause of being cast from Eden,
surpassing the high of any pill.
So many are driven to obsession.

Caught in the folds
I absorb the sweet nectar
that sustains life.
My body helpless; as if in tar,
oblivious to uttered words.

Trapped in a hormonal rush
fighting up this steep path…….
A sweet sharper than a knife
driving me to another little death.
My mind reduced to mush.

So drained, I emerge
only to be caressed
and thrust back into this Eden.
Embedded and pleased
I lie again on the verge…

The bush in possession
of such a fruit; sometimes out of reach
sheathed, protected.
Never will you stumble upon a peach
perched upon such an erection.

Smice

She was cold and needed the sun…
Son if I was God I would give u some of it,
   but since I'm not u could have my son instead of it.
Would give u the moon, but ngo june u'd get sick of it,
can't take my soul coz judgement has sat on it,
      just know that my heart is schitzo has enough beat for the both of us,
so til we wed let's go celibate,
girl we can handle it.
what we have is chemistry, but no scientist can put a hand on it,
    now let's stop the rhyme of it…
So selec…tor…. Let's move to the nex…tor…. Chap…ter
where she's the fruit and I'm the nec…tor.
It's not that I'm good, God knows better…
We're no Romeo and Juliet or Bony and Clyde,
   we for real like Adam and Eve, so when we sin… We can't hide,
even at chuch where we got baptized,
chastized for hand on thigh lies,
but in her eyes… I see a love u can only criticise.
This here is the 5th year,
   listen and u'll hear how God has been here, is here and stays here.
Go on and eat ur youth,
tel me when u done, coz u'll be old enough to see that ur youth isn't ur's to eat,
but the devil love's the smell of ur de…feet.
By default I find positive faults in thee like lightning bolts do in trees,
say cheese and let God take a pic of u,
be the judge of u,
the judge of me is beyond these eyes, but stays the coach of me,
             for fear of treachery… I told her I loved her so much I wouldn't let my heart skip a beat,
coz if it stopped that would be the end of we,
like it is for thieves when the police arrive at the scene of the robbery…

La Clashed Will

An ignored Lord is Your case
Unwanted fronted was your Love
Blueprinted meant it for one race
For unity purity from a Dove

Unashamed blamed for our sins since
Birth earth looked down on You
Crucified denied no pins
Hurting alerting what is true

Wow bow down Mother
Mary carry your cross
Daily lately I’m feeling rather
A mail of fail of a loss

Unappreciated baited Your hand
Someone anyone can grab hold
A favor never let go understand
Our power He can unfold

He exists resist is your choice
Comfortable accountable shall you be for your
Actions conviction is His voice
Obey or delay to enter His open door

The proud loud shall they
Scream team B shall loose
Only Holy did they lay
Down drown their pride for abuse

Ridiculed ruled in the Spirit
Giants in silence they conquer
Life of strife with this permit
Untouched punched like Rienhard Bonnke

Rejection caused affection on Gods
Heart so He apart His Son from us
To cause doors to open for His Rods
Finishes and punishes all who reject Jesus

My Muse

Making me smile for no reason
Other than the simple thought of you
Brings me quiet delight reminiscent of a time long ago
When the promise of love was a sweet, innocent dream
Full of moonlight romance hesitant but passionate kisses
All night embraces in a car while hearts raced faster than the speed of light.
I exist in this space where I am naked before you
Afraid and exposed with my head high nonetheless
Insistent that you see me the beauty
The imperfection without cover or guise
Appearing with knitted brow, or Shy smiles, or
Shameless tears,
I am a work in progress.

Awakening the child resident inside this woman
The complicated mix of timid shyness
And bold confidence protecting my virtue
Yet unleashing my passions, the apprentice of love
& the expert in love…co-existing
Ah, the paradox.

In my quiet moment in my private time
I dare to dream I allow the fantasy
Resisting rhyme and reason
Ignoring rules and restriction
I dance, like a little girl, I dance
Twirling faster and faster in my garden alone at last
Dizzy and exhilarated
From the childlike grin
Comes the temptresses’ knowing smile.
Breathless laughter from the rise and fall of full mature breasts
From slim hips knock knees & pigeon toes
I have emerged: wide hips Thick thighs and ripe fruit.

I Dance baby I dance for you
I Prance baby I prance for you
And as the spinning ceases
Transformed. I still wait for you

We meet Eye to eye
Hand to hand
Lips to lips
Standing before me
Arms wide as eagle wings
I come to you relishing the safety
And the unspoken promise in your embrace
Tentatively we explore like tourists
New to the terrain
Back roads, side roads
Hills and valleys
Rivers and my waterfalls
Fields and pastures relishing the landscape of the human form
Of lovers yet to be.

Imagery over the bona fide is revealed
Deafening screams of desire
Tangible urges and passions
At last we merge in our minds our spirits with no lines of demarcation
Where do I end and you begin?
You helped me break free of my chains
Raw, wild and insatiable
Hunger and thirst wanting you – Needing you
Holding you – Kissing you
Touching you – Tasting you
So sweet, so sweet
Eyes wet with tears – I really miss you
My fruit ripe with nectar
Lover, torture me no more
Take me possess me
I surrender….

My nectars have once danced on your taste buds… with that memory alone I surrender