Monday, February 13, 2012

Talking Walls

The house that love built
Managed to withstand thousands of storms
The pouring onslaught of sleet and hail
Winds desperately ripping at thin walls
Flood waters rising against it's firm foundation

The children played here
Drawing gardens on pale yellow walls
Sunsets on staircases
Their innocent laughter echoing in the hallways
The soothing sound of small bare feet tip toeing on cold hard wood floors

They laughed here
Built a dreamworld that became reality
Slow dancing together in the darkness
Crying as the world's unpredictable current took away the familiar
Adapting to change
Clinging to one another

Silhouettes smiling in the moon's translucence

They did not make love, it had to be taken.


Conducting myself in an orderly fashion. Fastening my seat belt preparing for the reaction. Casting out the feelings of doubt that are undoubtably trying to conquer the stone walls I've built to protect my self from feeling. Fleeing the crime scene where my heart stopped beating, defeated by the sword your hand held. A transplant from your flesh to mine, your ear pressed so tightly to where my chest swelled. Holding hands is all we can come by because we lost hold of our very own souls. Destined for prophecy, every word you sing is prophetic. Studying every emotion you feed me, testing if what we share is synthetic. Not quite opposite but I'm positive that your pull on my love is magnetic. And he told me not to follow him cause he's lost too. Whispered in his ear a clear "we can find our way together, you see going down the wrong path is what led me to you". Let's not worry about the future because the moment that we are in will last us a good forever. Together intertwined, tipsy from the wine, making love to my mind. And I'm not yours and your not mine, but keep in mind that I will remember it all....

Ps. I hope you find what your looking for

The Infinite Ensemble

God's signature should be engraved on your a heart
or embedded somewhere in the fine lines that define your soul
The intricacy of your design is ingenious
And the depths of your heart are obscure
You were painted in the name of love
A blank canvas clothed in passion
God must have been fasting
Thoughts full of grace wearing a face
Inspiration is you

Your name seeps from the poet's pores
Slipping your way through writers block
Exploring the road less traveled
Orchestrating symphonies despite callused fingertips
Tantalizing rhymes dancing from the lips
Food for the starving artist

The cause and correlation
Ignition to the activist's flame
The voice that calls one to make a stand for his beliefs
I believe you bring power to the people
When freedom rings your name it sings
Encouraging leaps of faith despite cut wings
So we roared as we soared
Bold as lions

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A love letter to ___________

You awaken me
As I lay in bed at night
I am eager to wake up in the morning and take you all in
Time without you is like an eternity
A day without you is a day short-lived
Your fragrance lingers on my lips
Even after you've dissapeared
My bold confidant
A pick me up when I'm down
Your presence makes my heart race
When too much time escapes without you
My body shakes
Withdrawing from your sweetness
Envy arising when a stranger speaks your name
I smell your love all over their breath

I am not your only lover.