Keith
"Ionic Mind Fireworks," By Keith Enos
Jul 25, 2010
Stand against the wall.
Pressurized silence.
Exploding ionic mind fireworks,
Light my stars with violence.
Thanks for trying.
Effort in a baby stroller.
Take care for I am no longer,
Man or animal.
Beast amongst the Beauty.
Lost in a maelstrom of emotions.
Hoping for one day to unchain.
Slightly changed from the rivets that pin me.
Considering what flows within me is real?
Someone so underachieved, so vibrant.
Compelled to reach forward handless
Stationed on an empty isle heartless.
Departing from my shell to dream with eyes open.
Grab the steering wheel and let me watch.
Watch the tide come and sweep us away.
Captured minutes kept to ease my clock.
Forever locked into each others eyes.
Currently currenting the wave format.
Forever consuming each other minds.
Currently forgotten in the currents of time.
Covetous of your standing.
Idyll to her I write in my future.
New found esteem released, pure, clean.
I will be the teacher, you will be the tutor.
And when it comes time lovely girl.
I will teach you to breathe again.
And when you take in your air,
We will sing songs of our passion
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"Sensual Unrealism," By Keith Enos
Jul 25, 2010
Environmental conditioning.
Birds and the bees.
Is he really listening?
Earring in on our convos.
What we privately whisper in each others minds.
feeling her flesh against mine.
Her breasts rest on my chest with a marching drumline.
Knowing that this is what we wanted all along.
The warmth between her legs enveloping mine,get ready for fun.
I must've skipped a couple years somewhere on the run.
I have never felt this young.
Sweet gentle kisses rushing from neck to nipple.
We're teenagers today. Light breeze of infatuation.
She bellows my name filling me with second wave confidence.
Hand in hand we wrestle for top.
I hope to see this face when I awake.
To feel her hot breath coat me in a love never forgotten.
Her tongue lather me in unbreakable self esteem.
I've tasted her nectar. I've stolen the key to her heart.
I've met not a better. This is only where it starts.
The unrhythmic in and out of her panting.
Seeking a breath before pleasure. I slow my role to catch chase.
The blushing of our faces in unison. We collide in paradise.
A women so fierce, self solidified,funkadelic, jazzy, and poetic.
A crush to be crushed by. Never will it end.
Her ankle ever so gently brushing my cheeck in awkward confrontation.
Tonight is the first night they met and it was divine.
Brush of our worries and live in the now.
For this is only the first time we take a vacation to Heaven.
Her body so full and lean.
We cover more positions then a pro sport team.
Checking the list off as we check for reality.
Pinch me, pinch me. This must be a dream.
So perfect and right. Pass me the popcorn.
I've tasted her nectar. I've stolen the key to her heart.
I've met not a better. This is only where it starts.
And in the morning she sleeps so innocent.
A kiss only known by me upon her forehead,
"Just know I will never leave."
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" Night And Day."
May 24, 2010
She shines of bright fire
Menilite Opal eyes, ruby tears falling
urgency, importance.
my skin forever crawling
Her posture to her attire
the way she sets the bar
some may call me a liar
but I've seen her many of before.
Her long mane running down her back
waterfalls of burgundy
strands of the ancients touch
flowing free of any bonds
Pale and yet easy on the eyes
cute lips pursed
i would think to myself
is this a gift or a curse
To be so beautiful
in a world gone to shit
always flashy colors
opportunity I will miss
She would sit at the station
ready for a days hard work
just patiently waiting
only upon the pages she would look
I use to sit near her
Anne Rice she read alot
intimitated until I feared her
I guess I just lost my shot
Her red step in high heels
just begging for attention
reacting on the way I would feel
I should've been more attentive.
Fine grain hazel eyes
I could swim in all day
Never got a perfect look
She never looked my way
So there I sat and just watched
thinking of what to say
Eager to go over and meet her
but never did that scene play
Sometimes the sun would shine just right
she almost looked liked an angel
I would dream of her through the night
and always remember that specific angle
Long legs always crossed
It was the Gunslinger book today
Fiesty a bit I guess
Butterflies flailing wings upon my stomach
On the third day she looked
only for a split second
the definition on her cheeks
it was my souls resurrection
Rosy daubs made her look alive
why wouldn't she approach me
I guess that's a man job
A man I would have to be
I sat and waited for three weeks straight
Yet the bench stayed empty
She must of bought a car
I need a miracle of redemption.
Impatient I sat
Until I read the paper
perfect description
strewn across the headlines.
The pale girl with the red heels
had commit suicide
What I never knew was she was alone
waiting day after day
for that strange man to approach
He sat there every day
the same time as she
quick glimpses she would throw
but mainly gaze upon her book
Instead of reading
she buried herself within her thoughts
He keeps shyly looking over to me
I must be a distressed mess
I'm the lady with the bag
skinny legs and small breast
no interest he has in me
and I have nothing left.
They were perfect for each other
but not of this world
The trigger snapped back
hammer slams down with a crack
he fell upon the kitchen floor
never a thought of looking back
It was a price to pay
to burn in hell forever
but finally the shy guy and pale girl
will always be together
But that's not how Satan
would play this game
sitting across each other on benches
and thats where they'd stay
Eternity of looking
but she never looks this way
I glimpse up from my book
I think he has something to say
but quickly I go back to the pages
He and she on earth
what could've been
now thereafter death
they are stuck within this moment
Opportunity out the window
Love lies we all our holding
Gunshots ring across the skies
most of whom will never know it
Shy guy and pale girl
Never loving but always wanting
A dream within a vision
some thoughts forever haunted
when will the bus finally arrive
One last look to her and then I'm on it
The door swings shut
and I go to take a seat
I take one finale look
at the pale girl
with the red heels on her feet.
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" What Is Poetry?"
May 24, 2010
What is poetry?
To me it's the release of inner feelings or ones beliefs
for others to interpret how they feel within themselves.
Poetry is the difference between divinity and salvation.
Emotions or stories told to heal or hurt our inner sanctum.
Who am I to tell you what you should say.
Poetry is how you feel today you might not feel tomorrow.
Thin lines drawn out between happiness and sorrow.
It's the rhythm that flows with our souls controlling what we think we own.
Poetry is our blood flow, the burning inside that sometimes we let go.
The tapping of our shoes on the concrete.
The flowing of the sand between the toes on our feet.
The clouds floating by painted on a blue sky canvas.
Men and women relating in such feelings.
Hand in hand we speak with deliverance.
Poetry within you and me needed for spiritual healing.
Skylines of burning fire or sexual desires.
Either to break you down or build you up higher.
Poetry is whatever you mold it to be.
Words described and visualized for the minds eye to see.
Whether you relate or not it lets the speaker be free momentarily.
Escape the real word and siphon thoughts upon the pages.
Poetry is the music that sometimes can save us.
Or perhaps it can enslave us.
Take a deep breath and let me know what you think.
Cause to me without poetry we would be nothing but blank faces.
So personally I need you to tell me the true answer.
What is poetry?
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