You ever hear

a song that moves your soul, moves your spirit . . . but you can't put your finger on the name of the song or the artisit, yet it plays in constant rotation in your mind. That is how I feel about our first conversation. Your voice has become a distant fog, a vague memory, that I am reminded of when I hear a voice like it . . . but such a thing doesn't exist because you are one of a kind and there is none like you. For the record, I still keep that memory close to me.

 

Trying to remember it.

 

Your voice.

 

You.

I Miss You too (pt. II)

Whether it be in a dream or on the other end of the dial, I never want to say goodbye to you

You don't bore me because you listen and when you listen  . . . I expand my wings and learn how to soar again

I don't want to come down, but if you say goodbye . . . I may never fly

Again,

do never say goodbye

Redundant my call may seem

The hope you've given me will never go unseen

You are reading this don't you see

Never say goodbye

Won't you try?

Because goodbye is all I've known

The wave is slashed on my chest

My hand goes back and forth with no rest

Until,

A weightless pull brought it down

And all my goodbyes drift away from me now

Only when you say hello and forget goodbye

Did you know that goodbye makes me cry?

You are my eyes and the eyes don't lie

Never say goodbye

Only hello, forever

My ferryman

You lifted me out of this hollow pit

You understood how goodbye made me sick

My Dr.

My emblemed saucer

Take me to heights with no point

Press my thighs with your gentle scent

Make me laugh to forget

All the goodbyes that left a stench

Wash me away and Into you

Let's wave to a final goodbye . . .
My 99th reason not to die.

P.S. 

I know I don't need you 

But  

If I had the choice I would like to,

And 

I know Love is not easy, but I want to work at it

with you. 

I Miss You Too

were the last words to crush my heart

Caused an explosion and upon my chest . . . lie the spark

I don't want to think too much, so I dream

of your voice warming my hollow night

I exhaust myself in this realm of predetermined fairytales

The effect ... makes me to feel sweet things

Is this another phase? I wish to know Master

Never had I spoken on the phone from evening til' the morning after

I wonder what holding your hand feels like

I wonder what laying on your chest sounds like

I wonder what story your arms will tell me, as they wrap me

I wonder what wonder your lips will teach me, if they'll hug me or make me feel needy

I wander in my wonder ... then I hear

Your soft ears, so warm

My silent calls, so worn

Because

Compassion connects us

Withdrawal arrests us

My smile spreads all over your hesitation

You become an avid detector of my shy face

and as I sit on your lap arched to the left of your ear, I whisper words you never dreamt you could hear

Do you have to let go?

I think you know me

No, no, no

Don't hang up . . . on me

I want to be in what is for three crumbs longer

Yes, yes, yes

Rejection is a tough pill to swallow ... especially when your not expecting it

I did not expect you

but now I do . . . desire to reflect and produce another you

If you don't mind, halt your Goodbye

Don't you know?

Special is a word that couldn't describe you

Love is a feeling that is always beside you

This is just a conversation I'm having in my thoughts ... with you and God sitting beneath the ark of my heart 

Keep me in remembrance my distant Friend

When our wings spread, we can fly again.

Remember when you told me you were Gargantuan with a lower case g

And I said, "fine let it be"

You made me grow in humility ... so

If it be His will then the seed planted in and in-between us will grow, for the fruit of our becoming shall show . . . a Garden that has bloomed with its defects well pruned

What a treasure

My virtue you measure

I've fallen captive to a part of you that has been shun

Nope and no never do I want to be done
Perhaps believing that you may be the one
And I'm okay with admitting that you've won
me over. 

The distance that divides us

is like

The butterfly and the sky dust

like you

Quiet yet attentive 

In prying your ears open, what do you think I'd find?

God and all the answers to my question Why

You make me want you ... to want to

talk to you forever

be your aim of study

give your hands a reason to rest

let time and sorrow wean from my breast

be your inspiration

get you to write again

Wait, was it your voice on the dial that went ..."Goodnight"

Tell me then, Is it a crime? to hear you say it --please-- one more time?

I exhaust myself in this realm of predetermined fairytales

The effect ... makes me to feel sweet things

As I press the key to end . . . your rich words linger in the moon again, "I miss you too", melting echoes whistle through and through

You showed me the color new and in me it brewed

and so I gave my doubts a reason to feud

P.S. 

. . . I do remember 

I asked about you, "What's his name? "

No one knew and while wanting to ask others, I didn't want to attract any more attention to you . . .

I wonder if I did?

Maybe in this moment you'd already be mine . . .

Maybe in this moment I'd be wrapped in your arms and all would be fine . . .

I don't know

but I do know ... that, if not in this

then, most definitely

In the Next, Lifetime

I’ll make you mine.

Great Mother

 

 

I am the one who receives the sky & its thunderous rain. The hand that reaches out to help you maintain, balance. I am in-between the seen & unseen. I give birth to all living things. Smooth as chartreuse waters; I provide sustenance to your Great big Father. I am the Light hand that shows you the way, just as the stars give the night a reason to stay. I see you in my womb. There you grow as flowers bloom.

Homeless Smile

 When I see you smiling . . .

You can smile?

How do you smile?

Where does your smile live?

How can I imitate that natural light?

You have nothing, but you still don't cry?

That is wisdom, in your smile.

Here, hold my hand.

In your smile, my heart still stands.

Take me to that promised land--that you gleam of without force . . .

Whose your supplier and its source?

Do they provide for free or in bulk?

My shopping cart is in overload.

I want to memorize the history of your smile.

Pledge allegiance to its crease.

Made me forget the dirty street, you stand on and have made a home--out of nothing.

Yeah.

But, your smile says more . . .

                 It says, "No

I am rich with wealth, don't you know?

The Sun woke up and said Hello!"

 

 

Virgo Stare

Made me
Saved me
Your eyes were the arms reaching to pull me up from the cold swamp, rising high, ready to swallow whatever hope remained
Your stare produces heat
Inflames needs
Your eyes shine bright--the light like the center of the sun
Burns
Carried me unto safe grounds
In them is a best friend in a smile
A boat afloat the Nile
I crave looking in your eyes--to soak in their chartreuse waters
Your eyes keep record of my life's glory and its dark story
Your stare never bores me
We have fallen into our souls by sight and cease to let go at night
Stare into me
Pull me from behind
Worries hide
In your stare I nearly lose my mind
Don't reason what I feel
Instead just flow
As my captain you say go and it is so
Following ... trusting you know
My hurt in your glare never shows
When you look, the peak of Mount Everest is shook
You chase me
To catch me
Arrest me
Hold me
Clothe me
Throw me
Undress me
Playfully yet namely and mainly--slowly
You place a finger or two in my shaft
Causing tense rivers to blast
In your stare, there ... is a 2nd chance
A reason to laugh
Lay on the grass
Love in mass

Free like

 The Love between a blind man and a seeing woman. The Love of a mute woman and a well versed man. The Love of a deaf man and a woman who understands. The Love of a mute, deaf, & blind woman and man. The language of silence. Silent communication frees and filters the need to prove a thing because it just is, you feel it and just know.

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Steps that are loud

Swindle arch clouds, with a new language spoken

A heart bled, left, unchosen

A bridge, miles, 13

Holy, Queen, desecrated slowly

There walking

An angel whose seed is thirsty

Soulfully inundating an Atlantic- secret Atlantis -Dream!

Yes I do

And I, think of you

And I, I want to cry

Because the God in you, is in me

Dusts form from the sand quickly

It's the Truth that I'm singing about

Scorns rainy rendered snout

Eye witness the scar of Cain leave

A little child's bored mind lead

Destiny

She came to me

She sang with me

She prayed for me

She laid on me

 The healing hands of her voice

Welcomed by my warmth

Had absolutely no choice, but to lean and drink with it in each wake of my rise

Soft circles ring around the rosy steeply, easily round and up the mountain of  my thigh

Where ever you go

I follow, high

Packed every piece of my heart for the road so that peace wouldn't catch a cold

I'll hold you in chains promise without disguise

Letting go if not honest

But you came to me honest

Where we'll end up , our soul-journ is not promised

This grew

With you tarnished

With you blue

With my soul

Here, reap what I sow

These steps enigmatically grow

Loud

Unyielding

They Dance with the clouds

Around and around,holding Loves infinite sounds

 

 POEM INSPIRED BY NAS SONG - "DANCE"

 

 

Tamu Corazón

Amar con mis ojos, cerrado
Esperando con el tiempo, el frío
Plegado de mis emociones
Calmante Dolores con su loción
Etéreos caliente poción
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Loving with my eyes, closed
Waiting with time, cold
Folding my emotions
Soothing aches with his lotion
Ethereals warm potion

Leaves falling ...

Breeze calling

Wind blowing

Stars snoring

Envying the birds for being close to the sky

All that their able to see

Reflecting on possibilities

Laying dormant in you

The Redwood tree

I'll whisper to a star
Tell it to go find you

Make you come bare
Sire to all things rare

Quiet like a cricket chirping in the day

Slow as a snail trying to make it's own way

Don't leave me hanging on perhaps

A branch that has already snapped

You know I'd give it all I have

Lay here

Try to understand

Caress that part of my neck

Look into my eyes
See if it's been felt yet
Open legs of perpetuity

 Crying uncontrollably
Efface weeds of disgrace
Spray bliss in this space
Pear your mate
Hu..shh, hold the taste
Split me into pieces
Your puzzled secret
Show me a pride dead in the mind
I'll be your wine

Wet what is dry
Grow inside

Make moist what is proud

Only two in this crowd

Play the risk with our hearts
Soak your brush with this art
Spoken words in the dark--Ascend, waterfalls
Rage hard

 

Shine

Learning to let go

-----------Of yesterday--------of the past-----a past--Atlaas

Offered a glass, of cool water to now

Embraced it. Kept it. Stayed in it's company.

It "takes time", they say

"Not overnight", they say

"Patience!", they say

..................... A patient of patience, I say

We break up to make up, like the Stylistics sang

Today Is a new day

11 is the number played

An end to my woes

Saved

I don't walk on eggshells no more

Too many cuts & scars on that floor

Made a truce with healing

Sun rising

It has begun

Walking on tumbled crystals, each, one by one

No dream of mine is to deep to reach

Too low to seek

Too much to keep

Too blind to see

My wildest dream

Seeing Mother-Earth on her side, smiling in all shades of green

So..ul cleanse me from all the negativity I may have projected, injected or accepted

Inordinance stands only to be abjected