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

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."

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?

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.

Conformed, Ants of the sky, I seek a higher power, End in the house of flies. I asked what's wrong with me. Treated as Piggy. Knowledge soaked to smother the fire. Burning flesh, rigor mortis, unholy death. Seek the glasses, burn these ants. Watch them fall to their untimely demise. I tried to open my eyes, But it hurts to see. Carry on my bastard son, Carry on for me..... Sometimes living on the edge, Can break the ground below your feet. So I jumped, enjoyed the view. We're all on a timeline. Pyres of bodies burning Population control. From womb to casket. From maggot to fly. I swore to myself..... I don't want to die Metamorphasis So one day I shall too rise. Free from the bonds of manmade gravity. I will be the Lord of the flies.