Thank goodness for those who volunteer.
With heart and minds that will not fail.
They apply themselves to the challenger;
To win against this team, we will not bail.
Volunteers, all with good intentions.
With a prize to win for their effort.
Good causes to donate to, good sensations.
Keep on trying to win, we have the support.
At this race we are going for completion.
Our sponsors will be pleased for us.
Local community will love the donation.
Must keep on: maybe we'll have a bus;
To celebrate our volunteerism of this task.
Around the town smiling and walking as we pass.
Fans delighted each wearing an ammused mask.
Supporters cheering and singing en-mass.
He was ever there,
Like Tiresias,
Whenever,
I needed assistance.
A person of sympathy,
So kind,
That’s so extraordinary,
Not that easy to find.
Beholden I’m much so,
A living legend to me, a virtuoso.
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 panties...it'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...
Gasp.
Inhale.
Exhale.
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 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.
You're a seamless finding,
Slowly gliding down a tender face.
My blood legion,
Constantly dreaming of a better fate.
Sleep beside me,
Tame and remind me to levitate.
Your slouch beanie,
Spilled martini on an open plate.
Faint whispers,
New York hipster s in a massacre.
Red nail polish,
Shaped and demolish then hesitate.
Your pierced ear,
Makes you hear clear.
Blood stains,
Never meant pain to you my dear.
In my mind I can no longer find,
A safer place.
You're chasing cosmos,
Through empty bottles.
Nine tints of grey,
Gravitating, patiently waiting.
You're your family's third attempt,
The name's twisted and bent.
Your dreams are velvet,
But your hopes are melted.
Your finger tips,
Are pistol whipped.
You're constantly writing,
Hopelessly finding.
Though I can't help you,
I become a distant memory.
Your ink stained palms,
Prove that it's meant to be.
When the dawn ends,
You were leaving.
Cradled in your pain,
Winded.
You didnt want to fail yourself again.
Grassy dew-
Can't undo.
The feelings and your memories,
Stranded.
Stopped giving,
Upon living.
But she gave you,
What-
What you begged and desired,
For-
For continous love and,
Hope-
Hope, that you're not,
Alone-
Alone and on your own.
Faded bruises-
Your self abuses.
Traveling through your veins-
Burgundy, blue shades held within.
Your dead ends and disappointments-
Drifting from your memories.
Hoping for a chance to make a stand-
When.
She gave you,
Love-
Love stood the chance,
Above-
Above the stains and,
Never-
Never good enough,
For-
For the pain you seek to,
Cut.
She gave you love.
When you wouldnt love yourself.
I am a shadow, long gone
I am forgotten, disappointments spawn
I am the weeping, in nights silent hour
From society, who savors the sour
I am the dark, stuck within my fears
I am denied, to them and all who hears
I was a dreamer, now hiding within my sleep
From the all of the promises that I can not keep
I am a shadow, long gone
I loved, and I loved you well.
Even after you challenge me hell
I remember, she parted us, you and I
She kissed your cracks, promising you lies
She left you broken, by the dead
But me, I wanted you by my side, to cherish instead
There's a kid in the corner
and he's eating alone.
You don't stop to say hey
he stays an unknown
The girl down the street
that gets teased everyday.
Your too fat, your too ugly
the bullies think its ok.
The "Nerd" in your class
thrown up against the wall
his 4th pair of glasses
shatter and fall.
You wanna stand up
you wanna be strong
but then they'll pick on you
you just wanna belong.
But what if standing up
is all someones needing
to change their future
to stop all the bleeding.
You say hello to the boy
who no longer eats alone
you learn his name
he's no longer an unknown
As friends you grow older
then as tragedy hits
he gives you a kidney
when yours fails and quits
That girl down the street
you go by one day
just to say "your beautiful"
then go on your way
Ten yrs later your married
to that beautiful bride
that girl once broken
is now filled with pride
The "nerd" in the hall
you help him to stand
he was near giving up
he had it all planned
now you've grown older
a pain in your chest
the Dr. he saves you
they say he's the best
That "nerd" giving up
found strength after all
you picked him up
when he was near his last fall
So remember to stand
when someone seems alone
because it might change their life
and even YOUR OWN!!!
the guards have stepped beyond the door
for just this moment the bars are forgotten
wall of glass between us shattered by reality
as hands reach into jeans to feel my thickness there
waiting hungry life..
eyes dance as passsion grows within..
time is short and months of hunger explode..
grabbing fiercely at thin layers of fabroic betwen hunger and its release..
rip tear split share
deep kiss.. lingereing taste..
moistness slides around warm fingers..
teeth gently speak in the staccato verbs of pleasure and pain..
nails speak the secret message of longing
as they scream thru flesh
i had once spoke of my hunger for you
from behind the glass
fingers outstretched as they glided down it across your face..
words did no justice to the
rapture now washing over you
slam against wall as thrust deeply..
each chapter of my thick sex read slowly to the waiting ears of ur pussy
listen to my stories of hunger as each thrust reverberates against the wall..
shaking your form. breasts heaving as they crush against me…
twist slam. floor creeps up fast
as mouth clamps down around sex..
drink deep the taste of freedom..
sustenance for the long months between our next meeting..
tongue fucked deep..
choke me baby let me feel my world spin with your thighs around my neck..
hands drive into my scalp..
giving more of your pleasure to my hungers..
blood drawn on shoulders.
pain flicks tongue deeper into your flesh..
dance with the rhythm of last supper..
soon back to the warzone as reality creeps up through the steps of time to steal me away again..
each drive deeper into your center..
remember me as this cock fills you up..
sweet freedom of your sex..
sweet taste of your pleasure..
i release my all to you that iit may do u more good in the prison of the world than me in a place forever outside of it..
slam down as thrust finds release..
lifesblood flowing across your skin..
hurried rush of clothes
wrapped again in prison outfit..
i stare at the invisible number of your shirt..
you stare at my visible one..
stare deep and remember me baby
Rain drops fell on my shoulder,
Inside my house today.
Not the kind of rain that coats the earth,
But the kind that shows the pain.
How do you reach out,
To show how much you care?
When someone is hurting,
And their troubles with you they bare.
Just be there to catch a tear,
Wipe away the hurt.
You don't have to have answers,
Be silent with your words.
What a good feeling,
To be the strength they need.
Loving them no matter what,
Those tears can set hurts free.