The Forbidden Wanting

I don't...want. I consider the desire of a thing to be a weakness. Anything I have acquired was something or someone who I was Passively interested in. Like an afterthought.Like Dessert after I'm full. "Mmmm I guess I could fit in a slice". I'm a Power player. we don't want for anything.That's how we achieve EVERYTHING.

But you. You with your walk.Gliding across the oceans of my soul so gracefully. You. Old as the air we breath and more knowledgeable than all the wisest men in Babylon. You. With the beauty of every type and kind at your finger tips. You. Who could make an Ice Prince Smile. Grin even. Chuckle. You. I want you. When I say it? The word drips with desire. I want you. I desire to join with your fire. I want you. More than I care to admit. For desire of it a thing is inherent in its denial. But you. may be worth the risk. You. I want you more than my next breath.

I whispered your name against my bed sheets as an extra layer of protection from the cold. Guiding me to sleep.The syllables driving off my tongue into the sweetest regions of madness where reality is covered in honeyed lenses. Sugary and sweet. I breathed your essence in....

Then whispered the name again..... #TheGift

I long for the day when you thirst for me. When your every waking breath is consumed by the thought if me. When your voice quivers as it releases my name. When your body burns for me. Your mind yearning for my stimulation. Your ears filter through all sounds searching for my confident footfalls, the jingle of my keys. I long for the day you feel my momentary absence as an assault on your soul. On this day, I will give you.....

..... TheGift

My addiction

I'm hooked on you

I package and label you brand new....

There's an itch that you scratch at the base of my spine

Please scratch it I can't reach it at the base of my mind

I love it- I love it
I can barely breathe

Sharp intake of breath/life
Bring me to knees

I don't need it-I don't need it -Its never good to be addicted

I can't fight it- not at all it feels so good to be injected

Intoxicated from your touch
Before I ever felt it

I worshipped you from afar oh so much to relish

Dammit now I have another fetish- its your stimulation without it life is hellish

I never been high like this before- where the funk is my detachment?

I'm acting like a crack whore
Now I only have 2 choices

I can quit- I can quit
And cause myself affliction

Or I could open up my soul
And become your addiction......

.....TheGift

I cannot contain her

I want her so badly I cannot contain her in my poems. She Haunts me. Taunts me. Becomes the betrayer of my body. My mind becomes her playground. She sauntered into my dreams. Picked up and walked across the cellphone to satellite to ME connection and settled into my REM sleep. How could she do this to me? Now...I'm rambling. I just remember her breathing my name slowly...into...my ear... and it took my breath away. I faded into oblivion. I let the ages envelop me.I fed her ALL of me and she regurgitated me from her womb. New. I cannot contain her in a poem. So I wrote several. and none of them make sense to the casual observer. She's just. That. Good.

....TheGift

You have no. Idea. What you do to me.

When I read you, I breathe you

My Body Shudders as I speak you

I moan as I beseech you

I flee to you

I

I

I

Caress your face with my words

Give you life with my verbs

Play out quick fantasies

I'm not worthy

This form is

not working

.....TheGift

Cake

The air is mixed well.
Equal parts longing and desire
A little hope
A little spice
Yes...... A little lust.

The air is tinged with expectations
Broken promises flavor our conversation
As We both

have never
been taken......
There.

And I want you.
Blast off in my spaceship let
Me take you,
To a place in your body you've never been let me
Make you,
See a different spectrum of
Color your never seen,
Let me break you.
Only to rebuild you once again.
Just promise me you can reciprocate.
The act is the only time I can let my feelings
Take over
So dammit, take over.
I want to shudder like a leaf
And st-st-st-stammer when I breath.
I don't want my legs to retain solidity
Turn my knees to Jello
.......

Contact sport.
Go hard or go home.

.......
Blood Sport.
Go IN or no DOME

.....TheGift

:::::::From the Purple Book pt.1:::::::

From: The Purple Book

The drop one by one
like Hammer blows
No Pretensions
Only admissions
charges thrown
Only guilty pleas
Quiet sentencing
lives finishing...



We stand shining like
Stars fallen from twilight
Bright lights
Diamonds among the rough
Made from different stuff
Weaknesses taken from
Strengths given from
We shine among these
Broken rocks

Night Driving

I don't know what it is about night driving that I like. Maybe its just another form of meditation for me. Maybe its the fact that its at night, I don't know but I've always loved it. I haven't done that for a while. I just drove 50 miles over the highway and the car was handling like magic. Maybe its the focus? Yeah thats it. The way you have to focus just to stay alive. Defending and safe guarding the lives of your passengers as you go....

The night driver is a protecter. If there are any passengers they may be sleeping and if there are other night drivers they may not be alert....Is like a dream. Just you and the road. Maybe thats why I love it. Is it me or is it the poetry in me that makes everything I do into a poetic experience? Like night driving?

...TheGift

IN a world of rainbows all mine have gone gray.

I keep losing it.
That little bit of me that makes me human.
I don't know where it goes.
I would say check the woman's bed
But I doubt she knows
She thinks I was never human
She thinks I have no soul
She thinks that I tricked her
Into loving me so...

I keep forgetting myself
Why must I keep hurting?
I thought they meant something to me
But my heart keeps burning
Whenever I take oneFive more become appealing
So I shut myself away
In a dungeon
With no ceilings

...TheGift

Dreams of Broken Poems

Could you meet me in the middle?

I yelled at her
Screamed but she didnt hear me
The fog was so thick.
Her loneliness was palpable
I stroked her hair..or where
her hair used to be
replaced by a void.
Replaced by a noise

a soft whimepring.

*****************************

Theres only a little time left!
I grab your hand
we run
and Run
And Run
So much pain we are escaping
yet there is so much pain ahead
as we run grass sprouts
from the stones at our feet
yet we run away
yet you..
are runnin..
from me

**************************

I'm falling
through water
swimming through air
I cannot tell
which way
i care

"We don't even care whether or not we care"

There was green. A park of some kind. The smell of freshly bloomed flowers washed over me as she reached out her hands. No words were exchanged. Just a slight movement of her hands as if to say "take them". .In that simple gesture I was comforted as if all the worlds problems left me in that moment.....

And then I woke up. Why do I still dream of her? She is gone. So Far gone. I can longer claim her so why does my subconscious mind continue to torment me? Could it be that I gave her a piece of my self that I have yet to recover? Could it be fate or destiny which bends my thoughts against my will? Why do I desire her, She who does not desire me?

These are the thoughts that ruined my breakfast. The prepared meal of Grits, hash browns and broccoli pushed aside for a quick jam and toast as I grab my coat on the way out the door.

I hop into my red sierra so filled with her memories that it compels me to recall why I'm trading in this car next week. It seems foolish to run from her shadows which peek out of every corner but what else can I do? How else may I function? I start the ignition and let the roar of the engine drain my thoughts again. I'm in no rush to school for skipping breakfast gives me an extra half an hour of time to get there.

Ambitionary

I am an Ambitionary
An Ambitious Visionary
bent on on bending
All the rules that are bent on sending
Me to my "place"
For I have none.
Or rather I have one but its
Proximity to the Sun is blinding
Everyone.

An Ambitionary only sees the prize.
And I've had my eyes glued to my
Future Rise to my preferred beginning.

Vision is an integral part of any mission
You should visualize first and learn how to
Listen. If you can't see it how will you know?
When you gain it, Attain it? How will it show?
You must have a vision. You must have a dream.
You need to have seen the things you will glean,
From life.

Accordingly, Ambition is required to give you
The drive. When everyone is walking, Aspire to fly.
Become something greater than you already were
Go somewhere better than you existed before.
Grab the edges of life and never let go.
Prove all those wrong who wouldn't
Let you grow.

If you add these elements
Then you've got all the keys

Sing Pt.1

Whats My writers prerogative?

Can I sing your tapestry of life into reality?

When reality meets my tragedies can you fly with me to

the ending of an eternal beginning and begin again?

Will you sing me your misery until its mystery is history

and not yours? Fr our children will never sing of sorrow or

pain but will rain and thunder their own parades from Olympus?

Will I sing your melody of beauty?

How long can I hold a note that never ends?

When can I begin a story that has never been written?

Hanging...in the air...staying there?

Will the universe sing me into a higher being?

Artists cannot speak of artists things

for our melodies are separately constructed

of subtleties and overtones of

microphones and xylophones but

we must remember we are never alone

for the writer is singing his keyboard into

another vibration.

Somewhere there is a pen singing ink onto

a page and it must be retired, for words are

power beyond thought, yet nothing is

without sound.

...TheGift

The Departure

Psalm 36:2-3

"For he flattereth Himsel in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful.

The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to be wise and to do good"



" I'M NOT THE MAN YOU THINK I AM!" he yelled. After so much stuttering and stammering that was all he could do to explain. Explain that he wasnt the guy. The guy she thought he was. "What do you mean?" She asked, confusion playing across her face " I'm only words," He said on the brink of tears "I'm just a bunch of pretty words. I have no substance, no real form. All I am is ideas and notions. I'm not a plan. I've never made anything or become anyone of note. I'm nothing." Though his words werent making any sense, he hoped she could understand, it was tearing him apart and taking every once of his person to rip every one of these syllybles from his soul.

" I don't understand, you're not making any sense, You seem real to me! All of you is real, why I've never met anyone like you before" Her words fell to the floor like dead weight but she couldnt stop them. She was close to tears, she saw the resolve in his eyes. She saw his cold exterior cloak him once again and hide away all the true raw emotion that he had shown just moments before.

"You leavin ain't you." She didnt dare form it as a question. "When?"

He sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose as if that one action could block out all the things he had ever done. His shoulders slumped as he allowed his eyes to seek hers plaintativeley...."Soon" He said.

" Will I ever see you again? Will you come back?"
" I just don't know sugar. Lets go to bed. It'll be brighter tomorrow."

"I'm not going to sleep! No sir! Not so you can dissapear into the night on me! I DARE you to LOOK ME IN THE EYE when you walk out that door!" She yelled, Anger and frustration spilling out of every word.

He smiled, and soflty chuckled, loving her defiant spirit that had attracted him to her in the first place. " All right missy. Have it your way."......


....TheGift

Read

Read.

She commanded me like the Angel Commanded Muhammad.

Read.
and SO I did. I gripped her Bible firmly with my hands and read her
Page after page of story unfolded and I said to her, I am Afraid.

READ! she said so I started another Chapter
Permeated by her laughter as I strove to Understand her.
Rolling her words across my toungue as if my world was
exiting my lungs yet I read on

READ!
She commanded me with impertinance and I did
For she only wanted for me to undersatand.
But her Pain was so much the more demanding
As it took its toll on My soul So I read on.

READ!

UGh, do these pages ever stop turning?
Will Her words ever stop Burning?
Can I ever stop learning
From Her Holy Book of Yearnings

READ!
She was screaming now so in order to soothe her
I made a gesture Which would move her
And quiet Her Pain

READ!

So I closed my eyes to Read her tale.
With my fingertips I read Her Braile
As her Goosebumps provided her story
Instantly on Her flesh was her story

And I read her her future
I read it so Deep
I read Her purification
I read her To sleep.

...TheGift

Pouncer pt.2

I sit. quietly absorbed in her conversation. She is telling me her life story. I speak her language. Ao I sit. quietly absorbed in her body language. The Tiger is speaking to me.

"Pounce. STrike. She won't resist you"
SO I sit on my hands.Silencing the Tiger that he won't betray our intentions. She's so young. So innocent. SO.....weak. So Helpless. Soooo tasty. He's speaking again.

My Heart Beats. The Heat rises from my feet. SHe's talking again. She is speaking two languages and He only speaks One. Fun.Toungue. The sound of Breath rushing from lung.

Her chest heaves. In...Out.....In.....Out. Her Breasts rise and fall.......

I pounce.

.....TheGift

Pouncer pt.1

I pounced.

Orange and Black rippling over my muscles as I leapt across the room.
I couldnt take it anymore. She just stood there. Taunting me. Flaunting
Her Mane as she shook it from side to side. Gold flints in her eyes. Laughing.
I was hungry.

So I pounced.

and electricity united us. A tangle of fur as we rolled.
Her Mane becoming frizzy. I told her not to taunt me.
I'm Hungry I said. Never wave steak in front of a starving tiger.

So I pounced.

As My lips met hers, our fervor burning into our souls, all that mattered
was this one moment. Her bed became our Jungle. Our tounges met.
My teeth sank into her flesh and she cried out in exstacy. Jungle sex.

I poured my muscles onto her frame. She wrapped her body around
mine. Leg on Shoulder, Lips on Neck, Ice on Back, Sweat on skin. Jungle love.

I pounced.

She was asking for it.

...TheGift

She's Dangerous.

She's Got,Looks to Kill
Body fulfills Fantasies
And Legs for miles
Like she uses them for dancing.

She's got an Aquatic deadly Bust line
Breasts like Torpedos
The type that have sailors jumpin out they Speedos(ABANDON SHIP!)

She Sways them Hips With Murderous intent.
Relentlessly Swaying
Weapons without relent.

She's a murderer I tell you!
Its just not fair.
How she steps in the room
And you can smell desire in the air.

She's a Killer I swear!
A visual assasin!
Dancing on the edge of
My peripheral.

Her Cocoa Complexion
Is the perfect poison
To a mind bent on working
It becomes mental stimulation

Her smile disarms
Without raising any alarms
She's the perfect counter
Agent to my charm

She's Dangerous

....TheGift