No need to hide your emotions
No need to hide your desires.
It's natural, the beauty attracts
Hard to avoid eye contacts
And your heart wants someone
Who makes you happy and no-one.
You need to listen your emotions
You need to listen your desires.
You feel the person in your heart
As your indifferent part
You make a preferred image
For a long time, which you chase.
You need to know your emotions
You need to know your desires
And when you come to know
The preferred image is yours
But the person wants to show
The real image, you try to force.
You try to force your emotions
You try to force your desires
But ask your heart, ask your soul
What they truly want in love
Body, freedom or nothing at all
Try to make the person above.
You need to see through your emotions
You need to see through your desires
It's more than just my doppelganger dandy
Better than mere spaced out candy
I thot if I was to grow a bunch of dandelions
I would roar to the world
It might really come in handy
Right down there b'tween my toes
Perfect flowers for my foot fetish friend
Who will sniff away the hours as they grow
Every fungal loving fragrance mixed into the glow
Dancing little wigglers wiggling that only fairies know
Putting on an award-winning time travelling
Bubbly babbling burlesque show
However,
Everyone should know, oh?
Where I really planted them
Though there not for show
No one will ever see them
Except for you-know-who
Who doesn't mind the smell of my lovely soul
Planted there b'tween my thingy
and my outgoing hole.
There are evenings when tenderness catches on the sharp edges of our words. The air grows heavy with everything we meant to say differently. We sit close enough for our knees to touch, carrying the quiet ache of misunderstanding, yet never questioning the love that remains between us.
we clash
then soften
like rain against glass
two hearts learning where to be soft
some words still ache long after they are spoken
yet we never mistake the hurt for goodbye
your hand stays
beside mine
when both our voices shake
we never left the love we struggled within
Little Moments
People have normalized
holding hands,
little touches,
hugs,
and eye contact.
But for me,
they are never just ordinary.
I want to hold his hand
and walk with him
on long, quiet night walks.
I want to accidentally brush against him
and feel butterflies
flutter somewhere in my stomach.
I want him to hug me
when the world feels cruel,
when everything feels a little too heavy.
I want to get lost in his eyes,
because sometimes
they speak louder
than words ever could.
These little moments
may seem ordinary to others,
but to me,
they are everything.
Because lust could never understand
the comfort hidden
in these little moments.
For me,
they are not just touches,
not just hugs,
not just glances.
They are where
I find my comfort.
They are where
I find my happiness.
THE FALL OF ROMANCE
She'll mesmerize with magic eyes,
well versed in mirrors glass
An ancient trap to snare a chap
essential social sass.
She sells herself a different brand
of fairytale romance.
Her happily ever after,
puts her plans in advance.
The truth be bred in mysery,
as old agendas lurk.
The practicality of love
a life of unpaid work.
The quintessential bird of prey,
he builds his nest just so.
Strutting his fluff relentlessly,
a calculated show.
He bought into the programing,
consolidating lust.
A ring, a ring, ironic thing,
turns pasion into dust.
He trudges on regardlessly.
His hope now afterthought.
His covert cave of solitude
refuge for thoughts of naught.
Back in the day, twas just one way
as roles were well defined.
Now every home is it's own Rome,
one heart two separate minds.
Neither one will get what they want
when his and her's collide.
People today go their own way,
the day that marriage died.
God, deliver her to me,
For she is the only one
Who deserves my love and passion.
Her angelic descent to this earth,
A world that doesn’t deserve her beauty
Yet owes her everything,
Is why I long to see our souls intertwine.
The love I feel for her, God,
Is the same love you felt
Watching your Son baptized in the Jordan.
Just as the dove flew over Him, so does my heart.
I cannot find it in my heart to reject
The idea of her I have built.
Everything I’ve ever wanted,
She has granted with a touch.
Her graceful arms caress my coarse back;
Her slender figure flutters across my mind.
The way she tilts her head and smiles
Captures my gaze like no other woman can.
Her beauty doesn’t come without intelligence;
She is able to enlighten me to greater heights.
The truths I once struggled to bear,
She taught me with such tender mercy.
My Heavenly Father, she is Your creation.
I can see Your compassion through her.
She feeds the hungry and cares for the sick,
Loving children and the elderly as her own.
God, I implore You to let me
Love this woman of my dreams
As much as I love You.
Lost in a sea of bodies
they all just drown me out
I feel the current of their disinterest
not giving up, pulling me down
the glitter on my face, it must’ve lost its shine
I’m still writing this story
that has stood the test of time
a glimpse in my direction has become something so rare
at the hottest spot in town and it’s as if nobody’s there
it’s a pain so practiced it shouldn’t be phasing
but with every final hope I’m bleeding from old grazing
I’ve been treading water and treading for too long
my ignorance was bliss and now my ignorance has gone
so I’ll stop the frantic swimming, polished acting and smile winning
feel my body just give in
feel the current start to win
wave goodbye to the surface that was never really mine
only to return should someone crave that glitter shine
Squirrels in the branches rustling the leaves,
Scurrying up the trunks of the horse-chestnut trees,
Lightly dancing through autumn’s browning shroud,
From branch to branch, thin branches bowed.
Hunting through the leaf litter, gathering the nuts,
Through the furrows, ditches and cuts,
Head on a swivel, survival’s a must,
Autumn’s bountiful harvest banked in trust.
The cycle of life roaring against the age,
Before winter arrives with its icy cold cage,
Transforming the landscape, hiding the bank,
Its fingers grasping, tugging the veil.
Where once existed deep reds, yellows and browns,
White has taken over and frosted the ground.
Many will live but others will perish,
Before springtide appears and winter is vanquished.
New life arrives in bitter green shoots,
And once again scuttling come reds and greys,
The gnawing, the nibbling, the reconnaissance of trees,
The cycle repeats as seasons march on.
Seeking a night of solitude
Tranquility is what was found,
While hiking deep into the Cascades
With no one else around.
Came upon a waterfall
On a river the glaciers fed
Standing naked beneath the water's spray,
I washed away my dread.
My solitude was interrupted
By another hiker on the trail,
She asked if she could join me,
I shyly replied, "Sure, what the hell".
With our backpacks and clothes left in the meadow
We swam together in the cold pool;
I somehow knew, then and there,
Seeking solitude was the quest of a fool.
I found a semblance of tranquility
Kissing the softness of her inner thighs;
Tranquility, thy name is found
In the depth of her sky blue eyes.
Tranquil was that night,
Sleeping underneath the stars,
Serenated by the cacophony
Of splashing water from the falls.
Solitude is not a requirement
For tranquility to be earned,
Is the lesson cloaked in the moon shadow that night
That this grateful boy did learn.
We hiked out of the forest together
With our solitude left far behind;
In the presence of one other
Tranquility we did find.
So sweet neat kisses
The ruby cherry bomb lips
Morning light poems
A warm hug in a cold night
We had romantic good time!
Calm down.
It's steady as she goes.
Shadows flutter in the curtains of the open windows of my heart.
Fall days crisp the edges of lips in incomplete connections.
Feelings play together with a butterfly in the panic room.
Clouds pass.
My heart races from phantom fears.
Sighs cherish light years of youth that is on the edge of these streets.
Fall down.
I move too fast.
The way I miss you is on the flutter of angels wings.
Just an undreamt state of mind.
The way we are stuck in moments of time.
Haunting the various passerbys.
Stuck in these dreams where you come back to me.
Sitting on the edge of sunsets summers fade, fall embrace.
You were my one wish, an arcade cocktail of hymnals that we cannot preach.
Find me where we let go.
Moments in spaces I cannot yet speak.
Homesteads echo, on the sunlight, and farewells.
Come down.
Because I can't forget.
Late night conversations
Leading me to long nights with
Torn up journal pages and
Back to back convos in my head
If I knew the respect I deserve
Was never there, why didn’t I leave?
Why did I have so much faith in you?
Am I too desperate trying to love again?
Sometimes I question if I was too fast
Or wasn’t moving fast enough for you?
We were on two different timings and
We could never agree on the zone we’re in
I remember the weekly arguments
The tired look on my face
With the lowest grades I’ve ever had
Everything felt delicate and I didn’t want to break it
When I think about you,
I get scared trying to love again
Sometimes I wish you’d get punished
But there’s no point to it.
At the end of the day
You still carry part of my heart
And I’m trying to peace it back together
So I can give it to the right person
No more waiting for the next one
I don’t expect my feelings to disappear
But I hope one day I can look back
And thank you for helping me know
What I want next for me.
Maybe I was stupid for loving you
But I won’t for the right one.
Leather jacket bowties swoon in summer night
Eyes alight in soft somber roman candle smiles
Running starts into sky diving the coastline in her smile
Painted sky lines of dying suns swirled in amber spread across the embers of daytime
Hanging hopes like fairy light the music of fluttered heartbeats escape into heavy blue scene
Promises, hearted eyes dot the lines where she parked on the lawn
Disguised in possibilities the words so spoken and sweet
Abstract in my thinking the way her way of human has caused me to be
Fine art on the horizon, hair that dances with no invitations for me
Holding my breath for the moment as the dream calls out
Dreamers alight and spread out like birthday candles
All breath, all heights, feet dangle toes touching stars
Floating up, swelling in protest as the downside is all up
And I'm still in Love -
(I) don't ask with whom
maybe there is someone
~ maybe not ~.
Clairvoyance being prepared, still
Moving, we are moving on, bathing --
--> in bliss, that blissful waltz
Flowers blooming, spelling out the
end of the I.
Dreams of union, marriage, the
heart rejoices - You and I, we fly high
Above the cluds, the waves,
Hearing the bells ringing
We dance like embers, floating in the sky.
Alive, every face beloved, the soul
is free.
A conscript in the army of married men
I thank God my wife is not a hen
She only picked me, never pecked me
Romance renewed daily, as you can see
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