cafetwo2010 Poetry (644)

You..my love
are a thousand moments
of joy
The thought of you
are flashes of
lightening
Thrilling my soul..
You my love give
sweetness to this
wine..
You make this boardwalk
cafe come alive with
color..
You my love with your
soft skin..
with the scent of
passion..
Fill the evening
sky with laughter
and music..
You my love have
made it all..
You make us
Cafetwo..

Do not attempt to adjust
your eyes
Do not marvel when you
read these words
You have entered a world
where mind and reason are
bent beyond the bounds of
space and time
You are between the edges
of shadow and candycane
reality
Here, we will collect the
fragments of your broken
consciousness and store
them in mind boxes for
further review
Vanquish all your preconceptions
A penquin will serve you a wine
glass filled with the unknown
equations of eternal dawn
You are at a lemonade stand
fixed between the rings of Saturn
and a primitive earth that has
received its final burn notice
Drink deep for you have fallen
into the abyss of endless endless
You have entered..
Poets twilight corner~

Taste a woman when she's on fire..
Don't think twice when her breasts
Cry for gripping hands of steal
Speak not a word but take her
Down in her tormented flesh
Let her scream, let her wail
In passions gasp!
Pound her into savage sheets
Of sweat
Let her curses tear into
The night
Let her nails carve trails
Of Dracula blood into
The iron musles of
Your back
Rock her and roll her
With the wolf's fang
And claw
Let her savour the
Sweet scent of
Nature's liquid
Fire
Pound her, pin her and
Quench her of the
Last ounce of her
Thirsty souls last
Screaming desire
And if you can
Do all this crazy
Stuff
Then maybe
Just maybe..
You'll get a second
Date.. Lol.
Cafe

If I cannot praise you then
Have I not become an
Empty shell?
Who am I without whom
I must love?
I find my purpose
Within you
Where I discover me
No talent will put me
Above you
No lowliness will put
You beneath me
I find love not in me,
Or you.. but us
And is this not
Marvelous in
Our eyes?

Cafe

You've had some bad breaks
precious..
You put your best foot forward
and no one can deny that gleam
your eye
A relationship that a restless
sea tossed upon the rocks left
you sprawling in the sand like
new born crab
And the morning sun burned your
heart in hells grief and you..
only you were left to wander
endlessly amongst the black
jagged clift's of your worse
nightmare for you darling..
Are Lonely!
Ah! But darling, there are levels
of spirit and being that you know
not of..
But of course you care not for these
words, at least not yet
What are needful things?
What is needful to you at this
time?
You need
You want
You lust
You desire with all the raging
passion of being to..be loved!
You hate the circumstances
But..You cannot be angry with
yourself
Why?
Because the real wound has not
been opened
The bloody screwed up mess you
see when you look in your bedroom
mirror has an image and a tear and
a message for you
If that image could speak perhaps
would voice words strange to your
ears
It might say..' You must be your
own person..'
Never never seek deep companionship
with anyone YOU don' want to be
with because if you do do it means
you are not truly rooted in your
own soul and might grab at anything
or anybody just to relieve your
immediate pain
Make the other person of your desire
live up to your standards for once
Stop crawling like some miserable
bug in the dirt hoping that if you
appear slave enough and devoted
enough you will at last be loved
HOG WASH!
With that attitude you will have
secured the slavery intended for
you
Light a fire around your heart and
dare all to enter at their own
risk
Lonely, loner, and alone are words
to be tossed in a popcorn bag
In all due respect darling you need
to kick a lil a** out of respect for
yourself..
And when you do..
You're my kind of woman..

The ranchers kept telling me
About the woman in town..
She worked at the feed
Store and rode her
Horse back home
"What I could do with
A woman like that
The cowboys would
Say"
I would always smile
As we watched her
Ride off in her red
Scarf and leather
Pants
She'd broken more
Than one cowboy's
Heart
The sherrif sat on
The porch cleaning
His six gun as I
Untied and mounted
My horse
The sherrif asked me
With an inquiring
Smile, "What's it
Take to win a woman
Like her?"
I sat on my horse
And gave him
A slight grin
"You gotta realize
She's so much
More than
A smile.."

Cafe

Oh, yes, she can squeeze sundrops
from the falling rain and with
stormy clouds she'll do the same
We dance on sun puddles made
from gleeful clouds
And dark days are brighter
than bright
Snow flakes are magically baked
and we carry sunbrellas in the rain
Come play in our stormy world..
In sunboots..splash away~

There's an I.O.U. in every
transaction and sometimes
a Y in every vow
And there's a million ways
I could scramble these letters
that I won't attempt just now
There's an alphabet of love
they say written accross the
sky
And no matter how many times
I gaze at those clouds I see
only one You in I~

No maiden shall be left behind.
She can run but she cannot hide!
It's castle law..
Article 15
Section 24

Cafe

Umm.. I thought you were dressed for dinner.
Cafe

Not much to tell..
I wear a hat.
One day I was walking
down the street, or
mabey the street was
walking down me..I
can't really remember.
Anyway, my story goes
something like this:
Some guy approached me
on the street wearing a paper
bag over his head with two
holes punched out for eyes..
He was some kind of prophet
with long white hair and a
beard
He leaned on a long walking
stick, and wore flip flops from
Wall Mart
He extended his arm and pointed
right at my face
Then he drew a deep breath, and
screamed at me, 'Ye shall write
poetry on a dating site for 112
years.'
I was devastated!
Who was I to argue in the
face of such authority, for
such a being as he must
have been sent by God.
I fell to my knees and wet
my pants as I often do, and
I begged this divine messenger
to tell me his name.
He paused for a moment and
then bummed eight cigarettes
from me
Standing there chain smoking
one cigarette after another he
coughed, and said, 'My name is
Jack the Joker, and I was born
in Blowsville, a small town northeast
of southern westville.'
'I was sent by the gods he said, and
you are my contact.'
Then he took my wallet, credit cards,
and all my clothes
I stood naked in the heart of the
city wearing nothing but my cowboy
boots and hat
He said I was of the remnant, the lucky
chosen few to write poetry, and that
my mission was not to screw it up.
I asked him to annoint me and he
responded by putting a lit cigarette
out on my hat.
He said, 'That I had just recieved the
highest honor in the annointing
business.'
I felt exceeding blessed and then
he said that for my final indoctrination
he must kick me squarely in my
privates
I did not feel worthy, but I let him
drop me like a bag of dirt as he
chuckled and then spit on my
cowboy boots
He then hopped in a cab, and
flipping me the bird, yelled back,
'Remember Jack the Joker!'

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