Sitting at a coffee shop.
Passing the time away.
My heart went blind.....

Numbness, and confusion.
Holding back tears.
The years, pale to the love within.
Where do I go from here....

Memories mixed with today's rejection.
Love mixed with heartache.
My heart went blind from confusion.
Forever seems so far away....

When did love become such a lie.
Spoken by soft lips, and romantic dreams.
Tears reflect upon the shadows of tomorrow.
Pale silence whispered by today.


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Blackbird

Blind introspective
Ubiquitous daydream
Solitary masterpiece


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RIP - Dedication to the late Amy Winehouse:
Amy Jade Winehouse (14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011) was an English singer-songwriter
known for her powerful contralto vocals and her eclectic mix of various musical genres including
R&B, soul, and jazz. Winehouse died on 23 July 2011



Speechless between tears

Separated by death, and crucified by time.
Years given, years taken, life becomes a manifestation.
Where's the balance between cause and effect.

Speechless between tears.

Time a masterpiece of eternity stands in disarray.
Love waits patiently with arms wide open.
Deaths apologetic cold kiss, and sarcastic warm embrace.
Insidiously harasses life moment by moment.

Speechless between tears.

Life rendezvous with deaths obsession
witnessed by eternity.
A spiritual reunion of souls through love.
Each day besieged by shadowy mercenaries.
Ambiguously between the years
I'm left speechless between tears.


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I wrote this poem after listening to the following story.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w-ocLJuHRA&feature=relmfu

Renaissance of heartache

Gothic fallen angels of anguish,
with a unrelinquishing thirst.
Walking unnoticed across
the sands of time.
Sentimental daydreams slow dance
by candle light.

Renaissance of heartache

Never aging, twilight sexuality.
So beautiful, nostalgic fantasies.
Exotic field of Gothic dreams.
Narcissism reflected by a blind mirror.
Eloquent wildflowers engulfed in flames
of passion.

Renaissance of heartache

Shadows of ancient languages flow like a
river across centuries.
Ageless beings, held captive by
a deleterious thirst.
Spreading their wings like a labyrinth spiderweb.
Picturesque archaeology a modern guillotine.
A swinging pendulum cutting through minds.
A source to quench their thirst found within
the social media of a immortal lair.



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Lesbian.....

Stan was such a feigned lesbian.
In his own narcistic way.
Erotic free flight fantasies.
Capturing beautiful women admist.
A systematic candy coated emotional
labyrinth.

Stan was such a lesbian

A train wreck of fictitious virtue.
Emotional Jack the Ripper.
Sugar coated lascivious cabaret.
A calling card masquerade.
Queen of hearts, in a glass house.

Stan was such a lesbian

Disingenuous, Back to black.
Rainy day, Amy Winehouse.
Blinded by past hypocrisy.
Breaking hearts lecherously.
Stan was a womanizing lesbian.
Dissimulation feigning, bedtime drama
Silicone implants & cigarettes
Lead to a controversial death of
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.....smokin

Stan was such a lesbian



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The Contortionist...

Diabetes a pit bull
embraces his throat.
His body falls victim to
heart attacks, and strokes.

Frustration a cornerstone.
Rehabilitation a inquisition.
This unwilling contortionist
whose limbs revolt & twist.

A castaway of each moment.
In a fog of abstract realities.
Life becomes a mist of despair.
Faces of love ones fade
into distant dreams.

Life support lingers....
Tubes, ventilation, reluctant
surgeries, and medical procedures.

Then silence.......
Eternity speaks.....
The contortionist is set free.
His memories, and love
are a postcard upon his soul.
For a journey, still to come......


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Juggling Pu$$y.....

Oh Snap, the aristocrat player is back.
Juggling pu$$y at the drop of a hat.
Chronic, symbolic, hypnotically, outrageous

Oh Snap, round-N-round.
First class Pu$$y -N- aerodynamics...

Circular, magnanimous, aerial, tenacious, motions.
Oops....There goes Pu$$y
Once again...going round-N-round.
People on their feet
Monolithically, waving their hands....
Like they just don't care.
Non-apologetic, velocity, in-sync, delinquency.

Oh Snap, round-N-round.
First class Pu$$y -N- aerodynamics...

A insidious, smoke filled backroom.
Wall 2 wall voluptuous women, wearing tight woven dresses.
A spontaneous bad boys night out, without despair.
Infinitesimal, hypothetically, presumably, dubious.

Oh Snap, round-N-round.
First class Pu$$y -N- aerodynamics...


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Yes, this is one of those crazy writes....

Cat juggling......

Ice skating

Ice skating across so many cold hearts.
While skating across one.
I heard the ice beneath my feet, begin to crack.
Stopping for a moment, but it was to late.
I fell into her icy cold heart, which had
begun to warmup.
Without warning we both fell in love.
Deeper, and Deeper, into the abyss, I sank.......



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I never knew you

I never knew your face.
Still, I could hear your kind thoughts.
Like words melting upon the pages of my mind.
I periodically daydream of your kiss.
Imaging your touch being gentle silk rain.

I never saw your smile.
Amidst, Imminent, Nostalgia, Jeopardizing, Eclipse, Liaison

Maybe your true smile, can radiate the
loneliness found within the corners of my heart.
How often do clouds truly come, and go
across the pages of my soul?

I never knew your voice.
Amidst, Imminent, Nostalgia, Jeopardizing, Eclipse, Liaison

In between the tranquil still silence
of my heart.
I never felt your embrace.
Exhaling oceans of romantic dreams.
Across tomorrow a prelude of yesterday.
I never knew you.....

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Shoreline Of Life

A gentle breeze teases
the thoughts of my mind.
My soul singed by a softly
spoken lullaby of life.

Stillness.....

Foreboding kiss of desire
breaths upon my heart.
A looking glass, kindles captive
subtle fringed memories.
A path of righteousness, for one
not so righteous.

Rage......

Even when I didn't love myself.
Still being carried by pierced
hands of patience, and compassion.

Understanding......

I looked back on my life, and upon
so many bloody footprints in the sand.
I began to cry, for only then
did I notice the eyes of my savior Jesus.
Were filled with so many loving tears.....

I was going home.....


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Note to Myself

We dance a silhouetted minuet between words.
Virtual melodies of remembrance heard.
Mentally breathing in ambiguous email.
Distance soothingly appeased while
reading between suggestive lines.
A chandelier spiderweb illuminating my soul.
My emotions are simply a note to myself.
Timeless shadows of passion, she'll never know.....



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Echoes of sorrows

Solitary cell of overwhelming loneliness.
Raindrops of regrets, and anguish linger.
Disillusioned picturesque moments fade.
Chaotic rainbow with a razor blades edge.
Cutting deeply across ones' fading tranquil dreams.
This pretentious journey across ones' heart.
Arbitrary reading between the lines
of a broken heart a novel missing pages.
Resentfully lost within a maze of yourself.
Love often tarnishes, and stains the soul.
Apprehensive sweet and bitter memories of love.
Echoes of sorrows ripple upon the mind.


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Waterfall Of Ink

Curious poet of kindled passion.
A waterfall of ink cascades upon her skin.
Flowers in bloom on a serendipitous winter day.
Mesmerizing eyes of innocence stare tenderly.
Tranquility burns within every kiss of her soul.
Heartache a requiem sea, forever drifting.
Silent thoughts are able to hear a Moonlight Sonta
written upon luminous midnight stars.
Beautiful diamond raindrops
silhouette sentimental memories.
She's truly a poem of elegance in motion.
Displayed across the winds of Eternity.....


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Thoughts and great creations,,all this without expectations.
A collection of dreams and fantasies, pasts and prophecies.
forever embedded in our hard drives and mind.
Truly felt and appreciated, YOUR JUST,,,one-of-a-kind.....

Very nice works up2,,,,

Thank you....

Do any woman want to Skype with me?

Ooops...wrong section.

Invisible tears

Invisible tears, a passage of time.
Visible fears, deprived her mind.
Silent dreams, cascade mercurial thoughts.
Sunny day illusions, distracted by fate.
Glass raindrops, fall from silk auburn skies.
Cliche life a picturesque memory.
The ambiguity of yesterday, mirrors today.
Acrimonious memories of Love, and semantic dreams.
Souvenir obituary, upon a tattooed destiny.
Languishingly weeping, over her suicide....still.


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After

After the candles have burned down.
After two harmonious silhouettes intertwine into passion.
After the physical merge dissipates into dreams.
After dreams are awaken, by a cognitive reality.
After mornings gentle touch, upon her canvas skin.
After moments, that imprisons the soul with passion.
After a goodbye kiss, the emptiness begins.
After the minutes, hours, days, years.
After silence, destitutes, desire.
After love, heartache is mollified by tears.
After all love, is what love is......smokin



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I really enjoyed these..always a great read,you have made a name for yourself,with me.