Spartacus2012 Poetry (404)

When first
I heard your voice
lights sparkled
behind my eyes
neon purple and blue...

I would
savor your spirit
sort of passion
lighter than air
gift of passion...

Kind of magic
I felt
a stain of love
your voice
song of you
I wish for your magic...

Your binding magic
I lie here
thinking of you
my world is now
stained in purple and blue..

Doctor,
My sky is absent moon
the day
circumvents me
night owls mock me
the crickets song is sad...

Sometime I am in
a crowded room
but feel alone
a lonely car
on a lonely street...

Doctor,
my heart sheds a silent tear
I am in remorse
it is filled with love
my bed is warm
but my soul is without a mate...

My African lady
her skin
shades of autumn brown
hair black
like the raven
eyes that burn
with dark fire
shadow forest body...

I have dreamed her
she is picking olives
from the grandest tree
then she was plucked
by God Himself
to make her all over again
for me in shades
of autumn brown...

Come out tonight, mi amor
meet me down by the sea
for you are so beautiful
the gulls will fly about you
the very air of the ocean I promise you
will ignite my love for you...

Your mouth the water lashes of whips
kisses that can open
my heart like the sharpest blades
the bright disc of the moon
soars and explodes
beneath my sleepy eyelids...

In the middle of the night
I awake all but miserable
and find myself in the arms
of my moonlight shadow dancer
my light brown goddess
lusciousness in black satin
clothed in the dusk...

When we make love
the full moon bleeds black
it is always
one minute to midnight...

Poor sad me
I was so contrite
when the morning comes
all of the dark night
I have been enjoying
the love from the one who loves best
beneath the light of the moon...

I wish to be draped
in night again
where shadows swallow us...

My black angel
I hunger for your touch
A breeze blows softly
moving the ship of my thoughts
towards you mi alma gemela
outside the leaves waltz
I am lulled to sleep..

Spread your wings my angel
we will fly
and merge with the winter solstice...

I want a simple girl
just a girl
who loves being called pretty
trying to find her place in the world
with complicated mind and fragile heart...

With a simple kiss on her lips
her heart will begin to pound
with a simple smile from me
her eyes will shine with gladness..

A simple girl made of sugar and spice
I will take care of her
and she will care for me
no need for special condiments..

A most lovely and simple girl
where age is just a number
our lives will be a magical journey
she and I so easy to please...

My invitation is open
I will wait for you
forever if needed...

Just because I cannot
see the air I'm breathing
I do not stop breathing
Just because I cannot see God
I stop believing in Him...

Sometimes I feel
I do see Him
when I look into
my son's eyes
the spark is there...

I woke up today
I am breathing
perhaps someone, somewhere
is taking their last breath
I thank God I am among the living...

I have once read
our life is not measured
by the breaths we take
but by the moments
that take our breath away...

Maybe love is like a poem
in the beginning
only when it is a feeling
but through trials and corrections
it can become a breathtaking work of art...

For my love of a woman I know
I would rather have one breath of her hair
one kiss from her mouth
one soft touch from her hand
than an eternity without it...

Today I feel the breath of our Lord
the breath of God Almighty
so serene and supernatural
Giving me faith and hope
I can carry on...
Amen...Jesus..

My next door neighbor
is a busybody
obsessed about
butting into your life
whether you like it or not...

He talks without speaking
hears without listening
I am not one for long walks
unless he took one off a short pier...

Perhaps he lives
in a most shallow place
addicted to gossip
especially if it about you...

He is a busybody
making things worse than they are
one of the infectious people
who do research into the cause...

A menace to our society
why can't they be put in a special place?
Is there a cure for the busybody?
What causes a busybody to exist?

I have always promised myself
I would never get involved
doing some research of this disease
perhaps by talking about him I have become infected....

I ride the city bus
the vast bowl of Biloxi
spreading out on horizon
mannequins in windows
homeless people babbling...

Maybe life
is like riding a bus
God is the driver
I am the passenger...

Perhaps I could
have ridden the bus
with Rosa Parks
sit in the front with her..

If I were
to have ridden
with Rosa Parks
I would have thanked her

For sitting next to me
for thinking of me..

On the city bus
you can be anyone
a Taliban terrorist
taking the bus into town..

I am anyone
on the bus
I know deep
down inside

I am no one
going nowhere
while children outside
ride broken back bicycles

in the empty mall
parking lot.....

Your eyes on me
my eyes in yours
kiss me
forked lightning
hot and white
sky to earth...

Root of flowers
soars from earth
beneath our feet
outside a tree in bloom...

Our garden
our hearts
flutter

We rebuild
shattered trust...

Sleep eludes me
this spirit night
I ponder
nature of reality...

I stare at my ceiling
how do I know
my ceiling is not
really a floor...

Maybe the full moon
is really purple
perhaps I am
color blind...

As a poet
words make
my world real
words is what

my world is made of
I will make it
whatever I wish...

Maybe If I try
hard enough
at breakfast
to bend my fork
with pure will
shift my reality...

The nature
of reality
is hidden..

After all
I only have
five senses

Maybe six
all I know
since I found
love

I am not
who I was
before

and never will be...

I know well these two girls
their loving ways are the very best
they enjoy the best of both worlds
two lovers named the sun and the moon...

Such lovely girls that come in two
came and tenderly approached me
saying tonight there are two of us
and only one of you
together we can make three...

The girls kissed me and mischievously smiled
two eyes sparkling with a neon glow
licking her lips the one of them said
this can be love too you know...

A beckoning come with us my darling
walk with us on our side of the street
we have something in mind very special for you
a three way cotton candy treat...

Tonight you and the two of us
will be forever connected as twins
one of us will be your lover
the other your forever best friend
and with a passionate deep wet kiss
we will bring you much pleasure and eternal bliss..

I grinned and said yes my honey darlings
I have much love for the two of you to show
this a far better three
than me, my bed and my pillow...

I want you
the spark of your eyes
overshadows the neon lights

I need you
everything that you are
the center of your being

I adore you
I need you
I love you

Where I am now
the wind kills
tongue turns small together

I want you
constant gallop of hunger
mounted by need

My shadow is blurring
evening fire dieing out
I'm losing myself too

I need you
until you are here
I smell flowers with no aroma...

Girl on the beach
sits alone
sun kissed hair
summer kind of girl...

She sits all alone
knowing the sea, air and sun
heals all of loves wounds...

She patiently waits
for a gift from the sea
her thoughts drift towards the islands
she smiles, she listens
to the serene brutality of the waves...

Pearl on the beach
remove your wrap
reveal to me your tan
I'll swim in the ocean for you
come take a plunge with me...

We are both in love
with the sea green ocean
the currents, the tides and whirlpools
let us meet in the sea
and find fire in the water there...

Girl om the beach
turn your face to warm humid breeze
exhale with a deep sigh
being the world is what it is
stay here with me in paradise...