Back From

Can I have it back?
It does not belong to you.
I need it back.
Your love wasn't true.

Please, may I?
I need not beg.
Please, can I?
You broke our pledge.

Can I have it back?
Need I explain more
Or shall I explore
What I ask for?
My Heart...

Mystery

What did I do to deserve such misery?
Is it such a mystery?
Hoping history
Shall clear it up in time.
Maybe I was wrong,
Your mountain was much taller to climb.
Your book much deeper,
Should of read it line for line.
Your home more than two stories.
The third went straight to your mind.
Your piggybank,
More than just nickels and dimes.

Took you for granted,
Maybe, but maybe is all I have to go by.
No more tears shed,
Nor eyes blood shot red,
Hoping you'd see me just to say high.
Peeking through curtains of my window,
Hoping you'd walk by.
Was willing to make you a stalker victim,
But couldn't commit the crime.
I could make misery,
Truly history
If to see you just one more time.

So walls are tumbling,
Caving in so tell me if you're ready to break through?
Molded by god's finest flesh and you knew,
So whom else but me could you possibly give it to?
Is what you're doing to me just a test
Of how great someday we could be?
Must have been daydreaming
Thinking we could live so happily.
Now your gone
As misery takes its toll.
Never to achieve my goal
And well you not wanting me,
Let that mystery linger to haunt my soul.

White Sand

Looking through, sifting through white sand for a grain of dark. The sun lifting from the white clouds reflecting on the ground with a spark. A rekindle, a reflection of long years of struggle. Now, all I have is white sand, bright lights, and a demand to finally find something dark. Sifting through these hopeful years of new plans, new days, new romances to lay upon the pillow. Sounds from stilettos hitting concrete floors embedding my mind. Crouching, digging until my knees give and I'm sitting with legs crossed in this hot molten sand burning my hands. Sifting, looking for something, anything of color is what I demand. As the sun sets, a cold breeze is felt in the air, staring at the sky, then looking back at the sand that has now turned to charcoal. From elbows down, filled with black powder dust. Feeling empty, cold, helpless, who can I trust? The musk in the air is reminiscent of foreign pilots who shower once a week. Weak, my desire fulfilled and entered into its peak. Speak but only whispers are heard. Absurd but what I have worked hard for to find is everywhere. Spare the pity as I sift through the dark, charcoal sand looking for one grain of white.

Fallen Deeper

Fallen deeper into a trance with my eyes on you. Sheltered by the presence of your warm embrace. To never hate but love all of your flaws, weaknesses, and above all, I keep falling for the complete package that is you. Faith compels even the most trying souls to a destiny that can only be described as fate. Escape into what the chase of life has always promised. Give in with everything a heart can only want and feel the pump of passion filter blood into a life full of love. Death of the timid, awakened with ever lasting life. Hoping you will be here to lay with me. At the very least for this last night.

Fallen deeper into a trance with my eyes on you. Hoping for the chance to dance with, float the idea of words that take a lifetime to finally say but can only be described as true. Looking for a clue to how a thought process from you deciphers through what is true or false. No clause into what can only be described as butterflies dancing around fields of blooming flowers. With every passing hour that is spent, I feel bent and wonder why someone can be attracted to a man with a pocket full of lent. Awakened even in a catatonic state to another day you lay with me. Even if it is for this last night.

Fallen deeper into a trance with my eyes on you. Give way, break free to another day. Awake to an empty bed. Was this just a dream, another filtered fantasy dancing around in my head. You, me, no longer. Just glad we had that last night. You, me, no longer, even if it was just a thought resting in my head. Now a memory to never leave as long as I'm alive taken with me even when I lay still in my eternal bed.

Mysterious

In the wake of a new life blooming,
There you were.
All of you, surrounded by a mythical haze
Looking heavenly pure.

Could this be a dream,
A mirage created from the desert heat?
No clue to who you are
But are destiny was to meet.

Weak knees buckle
But the approach to you was smooth.
The first interaction with you,
Somewhat rough and rude.

The bubble entrapping
That sweet soul of yours was strong.
The force field held up,
Hoping it doesn't last long.

Working to chip away
At what causes you to hide.
Enter light from the darkness
You hold inside.

Could this dream be
More of the same nightmares?
Hoping to pierce your soul
With nothing but tender loving care.

Was it truly our destiny to meet
With passions to collide,
Or was it just a dream
Within a dream of a nightmare
Waking up to a soak filled pillow with:
Tears of joy, tears of life, and tears from you...
Lying right beside.

So Do You?

Thoughts perish in my mind
Yet sometimes embarrassed.
Embarrassing moments
Embed my ego's
Altered state of resentment.
A testament
Of how one's true color shines.
Minds work in mysterious ways,
Yet delirious of how it's portrayed.
Afraid of one's shadow
While wading in a shallow creek.
Deep thoughts always
Drown and vanish,
Very seldom do they stay.
Delay the shedding
Of one's protective coat,
So some thoughts don't soak.
Choke then giggle and laugh
If you don't believe the past.
It's just one joke too few,
But very serious to others
With whom had a clue of one's view.
So do you?

Words describe
While emotions are undescribable.
Divide, multiply, add three,
Then subtract the undividable.
Equals nothing, but three
In any intellectual head, but me.
Hurts to be different, clueless,
Yet flawless
In my own thought process.
Stopping the insanity
Hoping one day to progress.
Stay stressed
For one minor reason
Then goes on to the next.
Turmoil happens
On a day to day basis,
While looking for hope.
For some reason can't cope,
Just do nothing but walk and mope.
It's just one joke to few,
But very serious to others
With whom had a clue of one's view.
So do you?

Too nervous to be serious,
Hoping I'm going through some period.
Period of life that shall end
While a new sentence awaits.
Hoping fate leaves a trace
Of an exclamation mark ending that space.
No question just a solid answer
Is mentioned in this dimension.
New dimension while clenching
Hoping to hold on,
To never fall.
Head high,
Trying to break through
A thick wall.
To call it a miracle
Would simplify the matter
And make it worse.
Just thirst
The day I disperse
And end that hurt.
It's just one joke to few,
But very serious to others
With whom had a clue of one's view.
So do you?

Color Blind

Can love be blind, or am I blind for even believing? I must be deaf and dumb as well to think that go to hell meant you wanted me more than I wanted you. Even in my daydreams of you, rejection isn't cold just a way of playing the cat and mouse game of voodoo. Torture, brutal and unjust, but makes the love lust more for the untouched. Clutch reality as fantasies fantasized by me are of looking into your soul through those brown eyes, but a goal that may never be attained. Must gain a grip, I'm sinking my own battle ship but I won't strip what I've longed for in the years that I have known you, or could it be only days? Dazed and amazed at how a crush could feel so real, but fade just like the sun on an autumn day. So quick, so fast, never touched your lips, never touched your mass love for something that may never be created again.

So I ask can love be blind?

I'm blinded by your sight, but love isn't a one way street, nor a teenage game played by me. Third degree burns, the smell of flesh as it cooks like a flame broiled Whopper. Stopper, no letter go, just another bopper I know.
Burnt by someone lost, thought it was special until the meat seared when you said I'm out of here, but so scared. I don't think love is blind, but has a navigation system that is intertwined with lust. Must I try again, but my heart will never mend. Send my best wishes to you for I played the fool tragically. Reality lost for a moment thinking something special were to unfold like origami. Somebody stop me for I will ramble on for eternity thinking you still hold the key. Finally I see that love isn't blind it's just picky and it seems that I'm not worthy. Who's to say if you were my true love anyway? If not, then where does this mystical creature lay? I've been waiting a lifetime to make that journey.
So I ask one more time...

Could love be blind?
Hey Love. Help me see...