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The Volunteer:

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.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Well all done all volunteers, keep up the good work, your efforts are appreciated.

Support

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.

 

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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 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.

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?

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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.

 

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Fade

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.

Who Am I?

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




Author's Notes/Comments: 

An old class assignment I digged up.

It was supposed to be more simple and straightforward.

But I remember, I couldn't help myself from twisting it up

 

Which results with this

 

stand up

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!!!

 

 

 

conjugal visit

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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is dedicated to all the brothers and sisters incarcerated..

Rain

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.

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