MY WORDS ARE DYING INSIDE

my words are dying inside..
each syllable cries..
with fire in their eyes.
no longer able to speak..
see..
or hear..
the praises..
or their own beauty..
was unmasked by pain..
patterns were ripped up..
each fiber was unraveled...
with stitchings of webs...
and anger.
dark cynical humor..
discounted comedic..
stand ups..
that were performed..
on bright stages..
for the world..
to witness..
each layer..
of skin..
was peeled back..
by broken..
cracked promises..
that felt feeling no remorse..
for their contributions..
to the woeful plights..
of each scribing..
scribbled..
on each line.

i examine the meanings..
the descriptions..
the purpose..
behind..their prose..
just to find something..
disheartening..
within..the confinements..
of decomposed walls..
and broken souls.
no longer emotional..
just numb and transculent..
with thorns..
that tightly wrapped...
around..
it's body..
each curve..
each point...
the strength..
that's now weakening..
pronunciations..distorted..
dialogue..contorted..
and imagery stained.


once upon a time..
they roamed free...
shameless...
worn with an unbreakable...
shield..
infused with an alluring..mist..
that blossomed..eloquently..
into thunderous..
passion.
effortlessly..they fought the toughest storms..
under torn umbrellas..
able to fill in the blanks...
where empty spaces..lie
and where hearts remained lit..
with soothing traces..
of love..
and admiration..
but sadly enough...
crawling upon..
deaths door..
were my words...
that breathe..
no more


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LET ME

UNKNOWN ARTWORK

framed artwork...
hung from..
sweaty walls...
captivating her earth...
to become one...
from the beats...
of his masterpiece.
she be the paint...
in a can of liquidized pastels..
and he...
the fiery colors...
that stained...
and swelled...
rearranging...
a calmness...
to spill out..
wildly..
across the universe...
with sentimental touches...
pinned up emotions..
that landed in his arms..
and wrapped around her lap.

they slapped...
miles of stories...
against the rising of the sunsets..
brightening the darkened spot..
where narrators once lived...
marinating in memories...
wishing to be that wall...
of framed artwork...
once again



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CHOCOLATE VALENTINE

from day one this seed of togetherness grew
blossomed into colorful arrangements...
of caramel floods...
chocolate truffles...
and explosive nuts.
we explored life...
as we did...our fruit...
taking long..hand-held talks...
underneath the sun lit moon...
just dancing with the stars..
setting a mood...
temperature hot...
completely up to par...
for what was to become...
of me..and you.


love ignited some sparks...
many a nights we shared promising locks...
of a committed future...
even with the challenges..
that took a moment to overcome...
because at times life...was a congested mess...
conflicted beats...within the chest....
you took no breaks...to rest your weary feet...
gunning aimlessly...down many 'a lanes...
just to find some piece of serenity..
to this 'love junky' of a game.


you found me....
when i too...was lost...
roaming down those mean streets...
aimlessly...
in search for that divine love....
that divine partner...that was...constructed..
and stuffed with..
a tastiness..that was beyond sweetness...
not on a different chapter...
he is on the same page..
tryin' to steal....center stage...
with all that mastering..
crafting...maticulously..
wanting to spread wings..
making room...for our spirits...
to soar..freeeeeeeely...
from within..


you are my life...
my beautiful king...
who loves keepin' me satisfied...UL-TIMATE-LY.
this love..is like a box of chocolates...
addicitively..
unpredictable...
especially...
when you dive in...
to my cream...
numbing...to the tongue...
soothing to the belly...
warming to the heart..
nothing else....can stop this..
man of mine...
from continuing..
to be my...
chocolate coated
favorite...
valentine...
not even the lonely...
whenever..
we're...
apart..



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FLAMINGO BLUES

she was trapped
between the legs
and arms of traffic jams
that forced introverted splendor
upon the trails of her birth rights
she tangoed with trumpets
and harmonicas
that screached music
into the night
inhaling polluted..air
from the breaths
of demonic whistles
blowing decay
in and out
banging on keys
of piano blues
sombreros non existent
unwanted penetrations
stealing joy at the roots
they drug highlights
of busy skies
into the darkness
that fell upon
a lonely vacancy
with raised limbs
of rage
and left her stamped
with a long awaited
expiration date.


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COLORS

submerged within the cornerstones..
of your foundation..
i lay here..
swallowing the appetites...
of your mental massages..
just to feel the serenity..
in its divine relief..
a sparkling love..
that chills...
on ice.


we moan erogenous ad libs..
into the winds of summer..
during the dead of winters..
where empty wooded debris.
is laced with chapped lips...
creating kisses of warmth...
to become the softest bliss.
and this...
is when we find solace..
comfort..
in the midst..
of it all.


supremacy..
greets us..
with opened arms..
while the regal horns..
scream out..
'wake up calls'..
into our..
hypnotic state..
of being..
infusing us..
to march..
gracefully..
to the rhythms..
of light..
as a king..
and queen.


we see colors..
of red..and yellow skies..
blue forests'..
and green waters..
from an introverted..
microscopic view.

we swam..
in stolen encounters..
where nature slipped...
from our hands..
and into..
the palms..
of togetherness.


botanical scents..
performed beautiful showcases...
with the sweetest fragrances..
as our moods blossomed...
into amazing...
and we danced..
in sync..
to the waves..
of sound...
brushing melting paints..
against intricate colors..
that ignited art..
tenaciously...
so to burn...
ever so slowly..
upon a weeping...
easel.


until we meet again..
i will yearn..
to be..
submerged within the cornerstones..
of your foundation..
needing to lay there..
swallowing the appetites...
of your mental massages.


this tastes like serenity..
the colors signifies...
sacredness



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BEAUTY AND HER BEAST

she is privy...
to the events that seems to seep...
into small cracks..
causing the blood to boil..
then rumble...
from hidden slaps...
across ones face and..
ones ego..
ones imagination...
forming sensual words...
that dances across...
these pages.
she reaches high for answers....
to the poetically hidden bliss...
realizing that life will be congested...
with all types of tests...
and..
hidden meanings...
that reflects on...
caked up laughter..
of disastrous morning after's.
beating hearts...
make it last longer...
even tho' the soul continues to burn..
while lustful driven bodies...
will only last...short term.
we are in search for..
something more...
to cure...
the loneliness
that curves the thoughts to adjust
to the poison that lurks...
in the crazy caged up mazes....
of taintedly fantasized baits.
all and all
it still tastes
so bitterly sweet...
this fulfilling addictive treat...
consists of...a BEAUTY
and..
her BEAST

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