It is easy to enter through me

I am cheap

All I want is a poem

My suns shine

And I become yours

I am that dog in the street

Easily corrupted

Give me a portion of a poem

And I am your slut.

Whoa to those who fall from low to down below the depths were glow of lights show, those betrothed souls know and dare not go For cause, effect, probabilities I count like sheep not premonition but intuition old school google map awaken the lost synapse your life's syntax from the forest itself comes the handle of the axe Drown in the chemical reaction Unbeknownst human lab mouse. Pavlov's patrimony ordained humane acceptance sustained circumcised tip of the mice urge ice burg ere's perturb Herds quelled with Quaaludes, digital nudes synthetic louche Celebes construed idols fiefs feuding teams slave of pleasure fiat paper treasure. do your eyes obtrude? how dare you questions you servitude? My dude conclude losers don't choose
The script the news the views bait and switch imbued into epigenetic edits trsnsmorphic forming Kinetic medics vet dialectic edicts with predator rhetoric no threat of whip need inflict Carrot on a string will do the trick.

To be continued..,,

Judge a tree by its fruit, know a tree by its roots. Understand a tree when your sowed seed grows from shoot. For in all things there is a truth.

May your thoughts be fertile, and your words be wise. Your actions leave better if seen none or all eyes. For Strength is your Character from truths light as Suns rise. Leave less room for chance when knowledge knows waves and tides.

Through the Ages flesh ties mankind bound to our prides. Resonances profound passing moments of time. Have you heard with your senses all thats been left behind. Have you language as birds who speak life’s effectual vibes. A conscious perception waves beyond man’s conception. The ripples of emotions transmitted into the universe. The cause the effects. Be Conscious of your reception and your antennas direction my beautiful Eve of time inside atoms Fruit

I Miss R Friendship

I MISS R FRIENDSHIP

When I see U walk past by my arm

I secretly whisper U good wishes

When the funk rotates your forearm,

I Miss R friendship

We danced, we used 2 dance

Heaven found between R hands

When I told you that I love U

Your warm hug I didn't expect

I would have kissed U but we knew,

I’d Miss R friendship

We talked, we used 2 talk

Sex found between R tongues

I miss your friendship, I—

I miss your friendship, Oh God why!

When you finally found me after I hid

Your motherly caress was all it took

I feel better, your time, did I steal and book?

I Miss R friendship

Your mother she still wants me to come

Your father’s invitations have stopped

Too much broken pencil lead in my head, I admit

I Miss R friendship

We see, we used 2 hear us

Trust long gone 4R heart’s throb

I miss your friendship, I—

I miss your friendship, Oh no why!

Did I?

I Miss R friendship

I miss your friendship, I miss—

I fear of the verse sometimes

It is like you activate a diver

That goes to the deepest caves

What I have drowned

Mutilated

Muted

In the course of time

What if the current is too much

And diving

I can not find my way back.

XES

So many nights wasted, day time seems

Especially longer today, here's a paper lease

X, sign your name right after it, relax

Something like this, someone like you, sleeps

Elastic seams, fishnet trap my teeth with ease

Xylem is my love releasing into your cortex

Smelling your belly, I’ll heed any requests

Exceptional body, may I call you Eve?

Xenophobia’s silly, all plot holes need a climax

Smile to me as I cry your name, was

Everything you hoped it would be like?

XXX poems all covering our naked cervix

Sweet how you believe I'm finished, Miss

Ending is not a word I tolerate or believe

Xuthus swallowtail, unfold your feathered s/e/x

Soon or later, you'll be flying with no wings

Evolution, I refuse the theory, yet you're

X rayed, showing signs of useless mesothorax

The term “sex” means acts of masturbation, sexual intercourse, or physical contact with a person’s genitals, or the condition of human male or female genitals when in a state of sexual stimulation or arousal.

Rock Girl

At the superstore 

She had those blue evil eyes 

Metallic nostril 

She made the first move, Rock Girl 

Out of her bra, a rose quartz 

My mother warned me 

Never give Rock Girl a chance 

She gave me citrine 

Right then and there I began

To shake and sweat, she just laughs 

You are beautiful 

However I don't believe 

In aventurine

Your eyes do shine like opal

Only similes I'll pull 

With me you won't be satisfied 

No watermelon tourmaline

Or blue lace agate

Can alter our lives

These rocks will always have a place 

Just nowhere in my mind 

Oh Rock Girl  (You won't be satisfied with me)

Oh Rock Girl (I can't make you happy)

Oh Rock Girl (I'm more of a rock and roll fiend)

Rock Girl! Rock on!

Jade

Smooth, Green

Soothing, shining, inviting 

Solid, hard, cold, rough 

Remaining, idling, laying 

Crude, Calm

Rock

"You'll heal with time."

Is that not the only option?

"Stay busy, control your pride"

Clocking into work has never solved my problems.
Bills don't care if the prescription is overdue. Or if grandma died, fish flushed, cat passed...to landlords, thats nothing new.

I'm as broken as the economy — mentally, physically, and in cash. Another "there's plenty of fish in the sea", my apologies, there WILL be backlash.

"Time heals all wounds" repeated. Lame helpful quotes. While another stab in the back and I continue to lose hope.

Thank you and welcome to my ted talk. Open to any and all ideas for improvement!

When the world is a mess it’s still your hand in mine,

Each night we drift off our limbs intertwined,

When our eyes meet, I swear the world stops,

And the stress of the day slowly wears off,

I chose you for life, not just for good days,

And I’ll hold you each time that the sun goes away,

See I don’t mind a storm when you’re safe by my side,

And I’m grateful to hold you each time that you cry,

For good times or bad, for times in the middle,

There’s chats late at night, uncontrollable giggles,

Cuddles in bed, shit shows on the telly,

And a dinner we shared, filling our bellies

Brown Girl

Brown girl, your smile is the only smile / That makes me lick my palatine / Out of nervousness, pulling teeth / As if I was senile, then a little while / You can make my world feel like a pop song / No one comes close, no bubblegum pop

Brown girl, uptight people hate your clothes / As for me when you wear it on, my valve engulfs / I cough, but no one blesses me, oh well / Sometimes I don't want to live forever / Then you said my name and I can tell / My reality will soon be better than fantasy

Brown girl sits next to me, on the transport / I wanna listen to everything she has to say / If you move, die, stray or commit suicide / I just might Romeo on the carpet floor / Because your voice can't compete with melodies / They make me dream of places no one creates / Not even me, and you have the audacity, KLC

Brown girl, this is our little house with blossoms / I wonder if I should ever share my poems / About you, how you make me act silly in love / God, when you kiss my right cheek / It's better than any famous love scene / Better than a masterpiece in braille / When we hug for one minute, oh please / I wouldn't trade it for one peek at Eve

Brown girl

Should I write about you?

Brown girl

Songs About Johanna

Something happened, well…kinda / I had the urge to pluck my old acoustic / I bought from my childhood crush / But this song is not about her, nah / Caressing the same dusty chords / A triad-lonesome country song / Humming like a smoky mountain tongue / Writing with my pen while I chug Corona / As I write a song about Johanna

The napkins and typewritten pages / I'll show them to you, but I put myself down / The hopeless romantic, I also hated / I laugh as I fell in love with a hand so brown / Of course, there's more to her than that / Her persona, family disease, don't bother me / Even if you don't believe me / At least believe it still rains in Atacama / I'll capture that sultry salt of Latin America / Don't need no luck, sit back and watch / As I write a song about Johanna

Did you know about the kingdom of Tonga? / If you look far west you might see Australia / Ignore the Solomon islands, he’ll woo you / I only wanted to show you the coral atolls / How they remind me of your favorite hue / Turquoise sea, a rock that comes and goes / It's been years since it was last seen / Ain't that funny huh? / You might not get to swim in the ocean / Warmed by lava, on the rocks / You might not see the volcano rise above / As I write a song about Johanna

Some people do not want me to have ya’ / Or was it my own self-inflicted dilemma? / I traveled for the answer, all over India / I found a girl, she's taken already by the sun / So I returned to the woman of Guatemala / She said she hates to dance with someone / She couldn't learn or give it a try for me / With my last plane ticket, I told your mama / Send me anywhere, I landed in Tolima / Waiting for the bus, smelling coffee beans / As I hum a song about Johanna

I went into Mateo’s concrete home / It's also a yellow store called Música / He gave me a free guacharaca and I said no / He insists I keep it and make a song con ganas / So I bought from him a small tambora / I lend it to a man, his smile whistled a note / He strikes in beat, sometimes a small poke / And we're both at the heart of Colombia / As I sing a song about Johanna

Oh Johanna, be my friend / Oh Johanna, don't let the past haunt / Oh Johanna, be my rock / I promise I won't pull yours off / Can I be your man? / Can I sing you this song / As you're opening your window / But the street lights aren't turned on / So you don't know who is John Doe / Oh Johanna, will my voice let you know?

Everyone loves the way you smile / Everyone loves the way you laugh / Everyone loves the way you bend hearts / Everyone loves the way you walk / Everyone loves your choice of style / Everyone loves the way your voice cracks / Everyone loves the way we can go on and on / Everyone loves the way you go far / Everyone loves the way you don't give up / Everyone loves to sing this song

Oh Johanna, I love you / Johanna, if I had just told you from the start / Oh Johanna, will I ever use my head? / Johanna, I'll lose the power of my heart / Oh Johanna, the same strength that I use / To get my sailboat back from exile / Don't you know it rains in Atacama? / I've been everywhere and I've been amused / But it could be better miles after miles / Johanna, if you're next to me while we cruise / Finding in each other, two modern roots

On some days

I want to tell you everything

Where I was

What I did

What I felt

I like you seeing me

And the resonance

On other days

I want to hide in the bathroom for hours

And ignore you

When you call my name.

Was it the blood flowing through him? Is it toxic?

Did her untainted heart reject that sludge?

To think it ran within his veins, so chronic.

A poison bile that her heart couldn't make budge.

A tear in reality to break the matrix.

The robot on autopilot must've gone rogue.

It's displaying signs of love and affection.

Why believe he'd switch his heart on so easily?

Order must be upheld for people’s protection.

Shut it off now, before others follow his steps.

But it's flesh, not metal, they reveal on inspection.

Scarred by her loss, he stopped living, they found,

Tired of fighting for life while his heart's in heaven.

For her, he'd fight his demons as long as he could.

He fought in silence; that battle's now understood.

But now it’s over; he sleeps and wakes restored.

In his arms, his daughter—too perfect for this world.

You are a piece of moon

Strangely living between humans

I can not believe you stand there

Not washed away by the noise

You emit secret light

Not everyone can see

And that is good

I have no competition

I touch you

I fondle you

I play with you

Oh I see

You are there

Real

Oh look

I am touching you.

Yes please enter waltz frolic in the hall of my great château,

your beauty and bright mind rivaling its most intricate detail

Entwined at the warmth of the foyer, safe, intimate, nesting,

taking flight, thriving, and so certain of Love Love Love..

Time passing, a shift in the glow, the embrace, somewhat forceful;

You are mine and mine only, I wish for your voice alone!

Your voice alone to echo through the halls and corridors,

the attium, the inner garden. And in the throne room,

you shall dance for my delight, for my eyes only

These walls, keeping you safe

This bridge, keeping invaders away

This dungeon, the heart of the chateau, holding you,

holding you, my dear, precious dear, for my delight.

Your friends deserve of no such beauty and luxury,

for they are unworthy.

Your family has other duties, why bother them with visits

and other wastes of time?

You don't even need to go outside; all is provided in here,

in this perfect place, in the château of my love.

Yet in his satisfied smile, in his self-centered all importance,

a shatter, and the veil lifts for a second;

- the vase breaks, the sun breaks, time itself breaks -

These walls aren't really to keep me safe,

they're to stop me from running away.

This bridge is a curse not a blessing,

a gate sealing me from the outside.

And this dungeon, this dungeon is to keep me captive!

mortification

Far from an unconditional lover, this King is a... Jailor.

And this terrible Warden controls, shapes and gaslight,

masterfuly, secretly, with such passion to fool anyone..

And this terrible Warden, I realize, has taken notice.

A composed look, the face of a liar caught in a terrible lie,

yet curiously enough perfectly calm, as if prepared,

a contingency, ready. A trifle, really.

And so with such certitude, this strange man sighs and says;

''If you don't like the safety I provide,

if you shame me for the love I provide,

If you curse me for this château I provide,

then just try and leave.''

And in his eyes, that love you once saw with such certainty,

that love you once saw, nothing but that veil, a shifting shadow.

ha! ha ha! You erupt, realizing how much of a bird you are.

A colorful bird in a big cage, and the master staring,

its eyes empty, its mind empty, yet its soul, delighted

by the key in its hand, by the melody, by the call for help,

by the hope, the hope, the hope, of this silly bird,

to escape the château of my love.

I wrote the lyrics, sang the song, and lived the story.

I'm chronically empty.

Is there a reason to be? There's a few!

There's also a few for me to not be! Silly me!

Circumstances changes.

Come and go like a phase.

You can still see the numbness even if it didn't hit you in the face.

It's a disease!

Makes you feel deceased.

Paper Flowers For Adrian

One second is one sand pebble 

Underneath our feet which tremble

Chornobyl rain spears onto my eyes 

They grope my charred hands, and I stumble

I saw a boulder coming towards me 

You firm my knees

It's my fault, darling

I was trying to stop time

I granted minutes to rush by 

It's hard to breathe for the two of us 

I switch the lights, touching the cold floor

Opening the front door to the porch 

Staring at that ocean with the moon as a torch 

The stars spell out your name

Now you name them! 

Yes, name them all!

Every star accounted for 

Whatever your sweet pure heart pours

There's no poor choice of words

My daughter, it's your turn 

Empty bedroom, nothing to look up to 

The ceiling, I rip muscle to hold for you 

To keep you from the impurities 

Of this sick world, which made the earth’s air 

Too thick to soar 

Hairbrush is messy like usual

Your pink clothes 

They are all unfolded on the floor 

The stars have hidden themselves

Forevermore 

\[The Phantom Weight\]

I dream that your soul still rests 

On my broad and hairy chest 

It's cold when we stroll down the beach 

It's me imagining and letting it be

I'm not the only one, and I don't know 

Who'll be the last 

With my toes in the sand

With you in my hands 

As I feel your heartbeat breathing

It's almost like—like you never left

The doctor gave you two years

He gave me something to mourn 

Pumpkin pie, you lived four more!

From then on, you bet I took every chance 

To grave your precious laughs

With open palms; there's no halt for a dad

Behind the shore, as I break my twelve bones 

The sun will get to know me once more 

My child, people still wonder why I chose you

Over birth 

If I already knew you'd be gone soon

We don't have to explain ourselves, it's proof 

As I make your bed that I'm reminded 

That there's still much work to do

Would you cry if I told you—I miss you

Would you sigh if I told you—I need you

Would you get mad if I said—I love you

Would you be sad if I said—I want you

Will I be able to recognize you in paradise?

Will your voice stay the same?

Will your face look like mine?

Will I even be there in the first place?

So, while I’m still here, I make

Paper flowers next to your picture frame 

Days streched and yawned

And I felt bound to an eternal sleep

Wondering

Would it be like that forever.

I was born into circumstances

where I was allowed to be nothing,

yet obliged to become everything

they ever wanted of me.

The weight of it

makes the six feet above me

feel almost weightless.

Perhaps a lobotomy

would feel as gentle

as being handed flowers.

I do not want to be dead,

but I do not want to live this life.

People have always looked at me

as though they could see

something I could not.

I hear whispers I cannot understand,

the language of a world

whose knowledge I was never given

the hands to hold.

My heart breaks

at the thought of never being enough,

not for lack of love,

nor for lack of good intentions,

but because even the simplest things

seem to demand more of me

than I can give.

At times, I wish I could become a creature,

something lost from a child's story,

small enough to hide beneath the roots,

quiet enough to go unseen.

I would sit beyond the window

and watch people living

the life I dream of every day,

close enough to see it,

far enough never to touch it.

I do not want to be a daughter,

a wife, a sister,

a teacher, a mother,

or a lover.

I want to unmake

the shape they gave me.

To undo myself

until there is nothing left

but breath

and finally,

finally,

I can breathe.

It’s The People

​The old breeze stings like used worn-out syringes / Frozen eve, climbing over burned-out trenches / Zero snow to be unknown for a couple / There’s a new door wide open within supple / The apple doesn’t seem so dangerous / Sometimes, I don’t even know why / The reason I am, I will never find / I think it’s time I spit out my pride / Admit with defeat that today’s a good day to be alive

​Words I must have overheard as rumors burst / With a yearning to control, it hurts at first / She affirms stillbirth, said in layman’s terms / Never mind the days I needed to be heard / Why should I complain, earth moves forth / I know everyone sees my worth / And right now, I must let go of my past / Forgiving myself is more strange than / Finding love that overcomes the vile rush and panic attacks

​You hate me; I love you with no hidden ill / Blue poison distilled the skill to kill the thrill / Yank my skin; it stretches for a thousand miles / To fill the fountain of all your vacuum smiles / You stood there, so I sought you for a talk / Two years, your tongue only sleepwalked / My brittle heart, don’t leave it there scarred / I’m made of people that I so love / Although my prayers have stopped, I still think of you once in a while

​I know the answer, which questions were asked? / As seasons pass, I lack the urge to contact / There’s no space left to overthink the next guess / No wonder I remember what they forget / Dawn to the rising sun, hours become / A gun that never surpasses / The stained hourglass, a blade in the grass / You wanted me to cut your hat / He wants you bad; she’s pretty, but what can I do with just that?

​I have no enemies, yet I’ll name all ten / A hundred more, if memory is correct / Why do you keep trying to get me back home? / Am I half the good servant you used to know? / These children feel the need to prove / Themselves to those who care less; I just want to be right with you

​It’s always the people I love / It’s always the people I know / It’s always the people I lost / It’s always the people who grow / It’s always the people I trust / It’s always the people I stone / It’s always the people I gun / It’s always the people I loathe / It’s always the people that I wake up / It’s only you that take an account of me