Comeback

It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material, leaving a stain so deranged that you’ll rearrange how you feel about my take on the game.

Don’t be a fool and pick up these jewels that I’m putting down,

’cause fate deals the deck and you decide whether to fold or play for the ducats.

So pull up and come through and see how me and mine do.

Peace

Tethered

Time flies by and i feel like i’m floating

when i’m tethered to this queen that keeps my heart moaning.

I didn’t think that i’d be smitten again

and acting romantically,

but believe in me when i say

that this sensation is extraordinary.

The doubts i once had in the past are now laughed at

for their insecure innocence

and dismissed for light has been shed on it’s surface.

A clean slate to make,

create and let our minds escape.

Two hearts thumping like one and

two minds working together

take over the world and collect paper.

L Word

Listen carefully to each rhythmically thump my heart pumps to a beat,

Observe the beauty flourishing within this being.

Venture away with me and see how

Everything is better when its you n me against the grain of these mean streets…

Mistakes made turn into lessons and we learn from our previous situations.

Enforcing the self growth needed to realize one’s worth

Understand that i’m struggling to do this alone, but never forfeiting.

Negligent when beat and tired, but not losing sight of what keeps me inspired.

Cease fire and hold the attack,

Offer aid to liberate from drowning in one’s own dread.

Notice, i no longer want to hide away behind the words i’m too afraid to say,

Demonstrating that i’m making changes, allowing myself to start “growing.”

I intend to mend the bends in my heart, keeping me from reaching “dreams.”

Telling tales of the battles where i prevail and not holding the times i’ve failed.

Intellectual and admirable, i’d like to be without appearing so off-putting.

Onstage i’m vulnerable, but stonewall my emotions when away from the rostrum. So

Nab the mic and let your words take flight

Allow your heart to coincide with mine,

Let me love you that way i do, hard.

Lacerating the pain away.

Yearning for those 3 words that left me torn, but i’m relearning though i’m scorned.

Dog Training

I haven’t felt you in a while,

I wonder if my words were too vile.

I regret nothing,

for it’s what my heart’s barking

Now muzzled, by the terrible struggle

of learning to respond

and not react

Lusting Lust

Your hands placed on my chest,
all digits spread across breasts.
Feel my heartbeat skip at the sensation,
of your finger’s grip causing palpitations.
The emancipation proclamation,
of an emotional connection.

Because our past stories are wiped clean,
like your internet search history.
A clean slate, to make new memories without debate.
Only holding on to what makes us shiver and quake,
I see you’re hesitant to get on-top of me.
So hear this plea, “TEACH me something, anything.”

I yearn for these ears to burn,
by the drowning drone of your echoing moans.
So, dismiss the rudeness of my Australian Kiss,
that makes you flounder, from these smooches down under.
Sorry, pardon me for speaking too directly.
It’s just, that….

You’re doing something to me. I can’t explain it.

Should I hate this?