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Spilling out on a blog...

What you write about, and how you write, reveals who you are and how you feel at that given moment. Poems are encoded written pieces...

Monday, December 21, 2009

Dictionaries cant explain a feeling


I have tested the finest wines
I have experienced the greatest dines
I have explored the beauty of taste
But nothing compares…

I have traveled the Middle East
I have encountered Africas wild beasts
I have been fascinated by the salty seas
Still nothing compares…

I have bathed in Arabia’s sweetest scents
I have looked over lands from the best of pents
But nothing will ever compare…

I find Utopia with you
A feeling, daunting and new
Afraid of what it is
This feeling that make my sanity cease
Unimaginable
Describing water or a sudden cool breeze

No lived heights can ever compare to this
Indescribable, customized
the unexplainable
the ‘ness
The imperial brilliant cut
A diamond so rare

Incomparable…

Sunday, December 6, 2009

kiss kiss- bang bang

west brings up our light
fresh open eyes
opaque again
lying next to your conscience
still warm and subtle

kiss kiss
bang bang

almost angelic
but know i of the devils deceit

kiss kiss
bang bang

slightly, gently, sensuous

kiss kiss

awake
the beast to consume light
darkening the innocence of the west
mysteriously glicening eyes
and capable of alarming the pounding chest

warm that core boils
and natures calling provokes

bang bang

animalistic, violent, unnerving

kiss kiss
bang bang

lingering rendesvouz

...And still i want you
and not just a bit of you
all of you

mind
body
soul

...and still you captivate me
and not just a bit of me
all of me

mind
body
soul

...and still
and still

i hope this lasts a lifetime
and if not so
the rendesvouz continues still...
mind,body,soul

forever...

Chest

Silhouette figure man...
your mystery seduces my curiosity
theres something intriguing about your flare
you radiate a unique attraction
an appealing so rare

annoyed that i cant have you
yet i love the challenge so new
inspired by the schematics
the energy at brew

Silhouette figure, undarken yourself to me
little at a time
hold my devotion
remuneration undefine

the others are toys to my game
but you...
indefinite and refreshing

hold my attention
reach my spark
flatter my intention
reduce the dark

set the pace
and so i will follow
thats a given, a guarantee

stimulate my senses
wrapp me around all of you
allure me

Silhouette figure
impressive you are
an equivvilent i have found
produce this notion
i am bound

Silhouette figure
i am doubtful of your game
you move with your pawns
your kings stay the same

if i move in your full view
will you cease the rate
or will you duplicate my movement
will it be a "check-mate"...?

Silhouette figure man...

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

deranked: mortal

...It sucks when that realisation hits you like a solid wall made of gold-
You have been rejected.
Knowing that you were willing to divuldge emmense devotion
Ready to put on the war paint and take down the opposition with relentless mercy
...but you have been *the R word*

Its worse when the replacement prances around in your face
Filled with glows of enthusiasm
And receives a welcome without hesitation or question
innocently ripping your ego to threads and singing to the world:
You have been *the R word*!

It hurts when the plans you have made doesnt work out and suddenly the drill sergeant is your minds eye questioned by darkened faults only.
Abated breath becomes suffocation and the pulse turns into torture.
You know its innocent and that 'shit happens'
...but hello...
who wants to be *the R word*

Filled with the worlds quantity of dust by this fall
Stand up...
choking on the fumes of pollution by an attempt of sweeping the shoulder
breath...
Shrug shoulders- eroded.experienced.ready.
fuck you.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Delicacies

Patience...
If i allowed you to slip off my wraps
and bare my naked being
if you were given this opportunity
would you consider yourself lucky...?

Patience...
If you were given this accreditation
Effortlessly land upon your palms
would it still be intriguing...?
what would motivate those curious charms...?

Patience.
Gifts.

These are wrapped with affection-
The mystery lies within...

We ravage the veils that conceil it
and discover the beauty inside

Patience...?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Levitate

I levitate...
cloud nine where we connect
A conspiracy- the adverse effect

I levitate...
Bubbles and wine Rose petals-
alluring all so divine
Rays hit your chiseled silhouette
diverts and outlines sparkles fly

i levitate...
Larks fulfilled with sense
"sweet nothings" hold more meaning
noise and bites with no defense
violence more appealing

i levitate...
Whats to understand...
the point where man ends
and the devil envies the seduction the gleaming mischif afloat...
fluffy white

inhale
exhale
Levitate...

Red lipped allurance

Submit yourself to me...
Endear my lust

Let me torch your soul
Revved up
Robust

Allow me to seduce you
Tease you from head to toe
you will encompass my eurythmy
blow by blow...

Breathe me in as i take you there
See every cloud
Heavenly creatures
the devils lair

Surrender yourself
and unleash your chains
that contain the desires
Amplify colour all thats bane

Give yourself to me...

The cage of plateau awaits
unlock the gates
This is your play house
i am your fate

I am known as the lady in red
The devils tool
soon to be tied to your bed

Welcome...

euphoric embezzlement

I learn to fall inlove with myself again
and have candle-lit dates with my shadow...
Converse with my cerebral cortex and hope that the sound echoes off the walls like a bat
And like this creature,I will find my way in the dark
when I am unable to see by listening to my instincts

I feel the knocks in my chest but its not the one that knocks you down instead it helps you up and I, oblivious to this miracle have been unblinded by the source of hurt
Entrapped by my own limitations and closed by what my eyes see
the burden to my angels and a freshman to this test
I find it hard to differentiate between the larks beauty and the crows of the witching hour

Like the claims of the folliest findings:
the environment impacts my object
I discover who I am with how I believe
Affect my skin but never will I let affects before my soul
With struggles in my own
I find my way again and so I heal my hurts
Live in peace and peace will live.