Stay Closer

Please stay closer,

Your eyes should ever,

Meet my eyes,

From sunset to sunrise.


Don’t leave my hand,

Not even for a second,

Since my heart burns like a volcano,

Without you beside, you know.


I feel like dying when you go away,

‘I love you so much’ my heart does ever say.

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Weigh The Gain


Let Me Be Set Free
Of A Broken Heart
Let Me Feel This Breeze
Lightly Smoothed On Your Skin

Instead Of Having Of These Mirrors
I Wish You Could Look
At All Of Your Successes
Instead Of Looking
At All Of Your Faults And Insecurities
If We Could Switch Our Perspective
Maybe Just This One Time

Sometimes I Just Want To Hope
Sometimes I Just Want
It To Be Left Just The Way It Is
But I Don't Know If Its The Way
If Its Meant To Be
If Its Suppose To Be This Way
Or Maybe I'm Just Trying To Be Right
A Means Of Being Right
Feels Wrong At So Many Levels

Trying To Prove What Isn't Specific
What's So Not Precise Or Exact
I'm Not Trying To Make You Perfect
I'm Just Trying To Give You A Future
A Pure Sense Of Justice
To Give You Hope For Freedom

Words: West Coast Inspiration

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I'm in love with a poet.

See he’s a dichotomy—a man of few words until the  spotlight is on him, needing the anonymity of a public forum to release the valve on his private pain.  

I just met him yet have always known him.  

Just the ding of a message makes my heart race, my belly clench and my palms tingle.

We've been riding the same frequencies in parallel universes for centuries.

Then our symbiotic starships  collided.

And the collision was a synergetic vision and though I'm not one for superstition, some meteors carrying our DNA must've had it planned for  millennia .

That he and I would meet in the glow of this prism.

A man for whom chivalry is not a ploy to make a play for my's a state of being.

All I know is that when I saw him incarnate for the first time,--even before words were exchanged, he grabbed my  purse, slung it over his shoulder like my belongings had always belonged there and guided me through the door with one hand at the small of my back and the other  gently wrapped around my waist.

And it felt like home. 

Instant, visceral, spiritual recognition.

My  thoughts are safe on his lips, my feelings secure in his heart.

We're not perfect.  Just perfectly matched in mind...locked together, intertwined like the double  helices that make us, us.

So when at last we shared the same plane of time and  space, there was a cosmic eruption leading to a reduction in fear, inhibition,  insecurity...and clothing.

No, not literally—just removal of all pretenses we use to present ourselves to the world.

He stripped my brain and heart at first glance. I stood there bare and naked, but not exposed to the elements because  he was protecting me.

He covered me with his cerebellum, cradled me in his cranium and laid me down to rest, safe and warm, surrounded by his synapses, my head cushioned on his heartbeat.

His frontal plate swells with the knowledge and emotion pulsing in his cortex...his brow furrows with intense thought like a Klingon, and all I can do is cling on to his every exhalation lest I be ripped away from his gravitational pull, sucked into a black hole, flung into another dimension, spinning out of control.

Would my universe ever realign again if I squander this gift? How could I risk it?

We communicate through breath so our lips were drawn together like magnets to iron shavings, like the needle on a compass is drawn to true north and we wrapped around each other like octopi  conjoined twins...nothing but a tangle of limbs.

He put my moods to music in a  method that matched his madness with a tempo that tangoed off his tongue and merengued back up my spine and out of my mouth to be reborn as a new thought.

He gave me my words back instead of stealing my spirit.

He was buried so deep  in my soul before our eyes ever even met, you would swear his thoughts were oil  wells penetrating my core with pistons pumping and bringing the dark richness
beneath bubbling up to the surface.

I don't remember how I breathed without it.

And that's why I thank him,repay him the only way I know how for reawakening this part of me.

I pay it forward using  my nouns, adjectives and verbs as currency.

I'd been holding my breath metaphorically.

The looming silence a sickness that had paralyzed my lungs.

I didn't even realize I  hadn't been breathing, and then all of a sudden...




An explosion of air from my verbal respiratory system because he was there performing elegiac resuscitation.

He's the poetic paramedic equipped with the oxygen and chest  compressions that saved me just in the nick of time from certain brain death.

My name is sacred in his on his tongue.

His uvula caresses each syllable of it.
It gives me strength.

I could be standing with my feet in the abyss of the deepest ocean crevasse, and I'd still have my nose higher in the air than the pinnacle of  Everest.

He ain't tall, and I ain't small, but he has no trouble lifting me up, supporting me.

Rename that famed African peak Kylamanjaro because my head is in the clouds.

I'm swimming with cirrus, skipping with the stratus, communing with cumulonimbus.

I wish my legs worked so I could run to him. Dance out this dream diorama.

Yet I know to him that  doesn't matter because my mind has wings.  

And then as quickly as he  appeared, he was gone.  

Until he reappears, my subconscious will  continuously conjure visions of a future duet.

And I'll remember how when  he hugs, his arms are my cocoon.

I'll recall that his lips are lethal, his eyes  enchanting, his artsy intellect the ultimate aphrodisiac.

I just need a sample from his larynx…to place my ear there to feel his vocal chords begin to hum and catch the vibrations that are about to give birth to syllables.

I just need a sip from the mouth that produces such powerful words.

Perhaps that will allow me the chance to collect some poetry by osmosis and bottle its perfume in the Crystal decanter of my memory to recreate an image, the perfumed aroma of a
perfect night.

And that is why his voice is on repeat in my head like my  favorite track until we meet again.

As I said, I'm in love with a poet.
And, yes...he does know it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Don't get too excited. It's inspired by a fellow poet. Not autobiographical.  Plus...aren't all poets a little in love with each other?

Every Moment


Can the moon

see me

I look to the stars


In every moment

I’m counting the steps

to get to the clouds


Can the trees

know me

I shout on the stage


Every moment I’m seen

sleeping on a raindrop

hoping it won’t break

underneath me


Or am I too


to be noticed by the universe


Every moment I’m drawn

up by my hands,

told to

Be good

Stay calm


on my feet.


And I do.

I race to the finish line,

I never sleep,

I’m walking on the frame of a future I’ll never find.


But is it all

worth it?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 12/16/14

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With Angels Wings

With Angels Wings

The Whispering Winds, A song they sing
A song of sorrow and of a heart so big
Your loves reaches as far as the eye can see
I believe in dreams because in my beat
Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf
Your love, in every heart, plants a seed
Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath
....This is your gift to us...
For safekeeping
So, if you ever wonder why heaven sings
Its because now you fly....

With Angels Wings

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem I wrote for my aunt who we just found out is losing her battle to Pancreatic Cancer and i want to read this when the time comes.  I figured I'd share.

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But how


But how (by Naape B.L)

Never thought things would have ended like this

So fast like it did not happen  at  all

Leaving me with no idea of how where and when it happend

The beggining of sleepless and lonely nights

The end of laughter and completeness

Memories and thoughts grinding tears on my face

Emotions torturing my soul  piece by piece

All that I am left with is bones in my hearts

And reality has suddenly became worse than nightmares

Feeling like a barking dog

So mad at everyone for no reason

Taking risks while knowing that I could come out dead

Left to find yourself leaving me lost

Surrounded by clouds, darkness falling on me

With un-ending doubts like I just reported a crime

Asking myself if whether I did right or wrong

Seeked for the light of the world by could not find any

How we met and ended are like school brochures

With many sub-headings and rhetorical questions

We loved we shared we cared although that had become an  old tale singing kelenketla..



Author's Notes/Comments: 

love hurts

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The Trojan Horse

The mighty Troy met its fate,
For two fools were young and naive.
Drunk in love, too blind to see;

Too weak to fight its intoxicity.
Untold misery it unleashed,

All in name of Cupid's wish.

Tell me how it can do any good,

a force so destructive, so devious and crude.

Great men have fallen prey,

greater women have lost their way,

To the charms of love's game;

Evil be its other name.

A bouquet of thorns in guise of a rose;

So be love, the Trojan horse.

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The Trojan Horse

The mighty Troy met its fate,
For two fools were young and naive.
Drunk in love, too blind to see;

Too weak to fight its intoxicity.
Untold misery it unleashed,

All in name of Cupid's wish.

Tell me how it can do any good,

a force so destructive, so devious and crude.

Great men have fallen prey,

greater women have lost their way,

To the charms of love's game;

Evil be its other name.

A bouquet of thorns in guise of a rose;

So be love, the Trojan horse.

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Born a prospect of a hard working family, the 21st century man is one that will be remembered. Outlandish fashion sense with an eccentric glaze, a voice as smooth as A himalayan waterfall, you know.....with that zesty haze!? 


A glint in his eye, walking with substance and his held towards a misty moonlit sky.


With no chance of wings he still knew he had the abilty to fly, this was his chance at life and he aimed to the sky.


A desire in his heart, unfulfilled by love, lust or posession. 


Insecurity rears it's face again, we all get the creeping doubt, it was supposed to be a counselling session, why can't he figure it out?


Some say he has it all, he sees only that he has still not arrived, longing to appear at the stage where he dreams to reside.


I have something special he thinks, something the world would love to see, but im scared to approach this world, she's a force much larger than me...........


FAME, look at her, now she has it all. I wish I could be with her, adored by her and fans all over the world.


FAME, I saw you again today in the reflection of a shop window. Your eye's, what an amazing sparkle and you held me with your ebb and flow. 


FAME, Remember the idea I had? We will change the world i'm telling you. Lets get some coffee in the city and talk a trick or two?!


FAME, I'll figure this whole thing out, I just need some time to think it out!


FAME, I promise I am coming to be with you soon, I cant mess around anymore, come on baby! its always been you!


FAME, My wife tells me im a dreamer, my kids say im holding on to false hope. It's my dream to be with you, why does everyone hand me the rope?


FAME, Maybe they are right and I am a dreamer. How many times have we laid and looked into the sky together? It's our sky, so very very blue, so very very high.


FAME, in my life since I was a young boy, you were there for the birth and you saw my favourite toy. I tried to live a normal life and give up all the hope, I still think about you everyday and without you and cant cope.


FAME, I'm an old boy now, but we still got the fire right? I've always looked up to you, you know, we did alright? Am I right? 


FAME, As you know i'm on my final days, what a crazy journey! And boy did we have some good days? Thanks for keeping my inner child alive. Now I will leave the world where my mind can finally rest. I've always been an overthinker and I 'think' its for the best.


FAME, don't be such a silly girl, don't you dare cry. We will rest together now, we were always destined to die.


I love you fame, lets thank the world for letting us pass through.


From the mind of a 21st century MAN.