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.

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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

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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"