Full of good...

I may not be shakespeare,

but that does not mean
I can't rhyme
about heartbreak
and ecstasy
and how love can sometimes be such a crime.
I may not be Poe,
but you may like to know
that says nothing for my character,
it says nothing for my mind,
it simply says
when I write a poem called valentine,
it will simply be all mine.
I may not be Maya Angelou,
I doth profess, for
who am I to suggest
that I am even close to her kind,
however,
my love is just as pure,
and love, as well,
is my endeavour.
I may not be T.S. Elliot,
this I surely know
Ne'er could I even imagine
the way
a bunch of cats could carry the show?
I may not be the greatest man
who ever walked this earth,
but one thing I know
as clear as one should,
my mind is full of right and wrong,
and my heart is full of good.

Exploration
Her perfect petals pass over my lips, she quivers, and melts.
Her legs lie waiting, my fingers explore, and she melts some more.
She whispersthough I could not hearsomething enticing.
Soft, shallow panting, the sweetest of moans, her mouth moves to open
the language of love, of her passionand the words come out:
"Inside of me, my love, I want you INSIDE ME!"
Those words stood still in the silence of the night. Our night.
And alas, I concedeLove.
"Beautiful boy, never let go, hold me closer lover,
don't stop now, I'm about to explode."
This is the journey of two hearts, bodies, and souls.
The sun is rising amongst our laughing and howls.
"Baby, can you get me a towel."

Assured
The vibrations of beauty pierce your soulcan you not fathom the sound.
Deafened by your feeble attempts to show me a truth that I fight to remain blind to.
When your were touched by my love it drove you to yourself,
please forgive me if you don't like what you found there.
I kiss you sweetly and you disappear in the darkness,
from the fear of an unrequited love.
Still not now, but then, and if only so many soons could be counted
by a turn of the moon,
we wouldn't be here, and here right now.
But I am still mourning my glance into depths of a night without her,
Withoutthis desire, this passion, this longing.
Existence: a world where there is nothing but her lovemaking.
Surrender in my arms and here I am, Ill wander back to the place it all started.
And now, even now the very scent of her love is like a startling invitation
to an unseen shore, that never shall I cease to adore.
This, if nothing else, she shall be assured.

Chaos is Just a Word

I looked, but she wasn't there,
dare I stop looking?
Dare I turn to witness
the sweet mercy of her beauty
befallen upon my eyes never again?
There is a symphony orchestra playing in the ballroom
of eternity, echoing your dreams and fears across an ancient landscape
In this distant starlit night,
by the majesty of the moon I have found her.
Sitting there in my mindI see her,
a beauty so immense
a beauty so profound
free me from my bonds and spare me not a sound.
Because I have found her,
where she always was
and I melted her heart
with a touch of sweetness and loving
that she had only ever dreamt of as a girl.
Awake with me my love,
from our daydream,
and dream with me in a perpetual motion of passion
that awakens the sleeping stars of distant galaxies.
Awaken.
And wander with me through this garden of love in our minds.
Where hearts and souls collide with memories of our sweet divinity.
From which mind do these memories come
where you have a memory of me having of me having a memory of you?
I have fallen through a door of a time not yet come,
and no longer as I loiter quietly with a recollection
of scenes and memories not my own,
I am propelled by the most beautiful of dream, your kiss on my lips.
Awaken, yet still we are lost, in a infinite ocean of nothingness and everything, a swirling tempest of
thoughts, feelings, desires, and the sweet paradigms of regret.
I beseech you, regret nothing! I will now make it clear for you must not fear! Awaken!
Chaos is just a word used to describe, an experience of higher implicate order that you cannot understand,
why do you think you get lost, confused, confounded,
by my touch?
I am weary with my uninterrupted stream of ideas,
all just inventions of new ways to awaken the tigress,
the lioness, the inner beast of beauty
within you,
my love.

Streams
wayside by a blue horizon
a traveller was finding his way
knocking on the doors of heaven
wandering the streets of a lost village
begging on the roadside
you musn't be afraid
with not a dime of faith remaining
he knelt and he prayed
without a destination
an empty city he did roam
his heart would beat
his mind would burn
and in seeking he hoped
to find the way
to the beloveds sacred home
In different streams the lovers travelled
And whence the streams became one
There
Was existence.

all you think

Have you ever dreamt to travel to the shores of eternal love? Have you ever seen your future, past,
present and eternity at the same exact moment,
and felt overwhelmed, sad, and at peace together in one feeling?
Nothing lasts forever,
no one lives forever....
Keep that in mind, and love. All you think is important at this very moment
will drown in the forget of time,
keep that in mind, and love. Steal kisses whenever and wherever you can find them,
hold someone close, make love to your lover(s) as passionately
and sweetly as possible...
This is ever precious, and the love you "make" will reverberate forever in eternity...
This, is all, that we can ever truly be...
Forever. Lovers. Keep it all in mind, and love!

Akaal!
Your being is pure and one with the earth,
how could it be I now weep for your death?
Without fear you did surface for one last breath, and I wonder if you are subject to time, or death?
The pain flows so deeply through my heart,
at the thought of your suffer on this earthly plane,
at the thought of harm coming your way.
At the sight of your blood in the water,
at the sight of you losing a mother
at the sight of your slaughter.
I mourn and I whimper and I moan and I weep...
My heart is shattered and I cry my soul to sleep...
The wailing of my lover's soul,
through my being it now spreads,
and the angels must come And rock me to bed.
The cruelty you endure sickens my heart.
I am stricken with anger--madness engaged!
Poisoned with thoughts of violence and RAGE!
So hard to endure the images in my head,
of how my species upon you has brought their murderous ways,
of bloodshed and savagery,
of the evil in these dark, sad days.
With the "truth" of this illusion,
I find my heart and mind at a loss, in a total haze.
I cry out to the Universe, "Akaal! Akaal! Akaal!"
I Roar like a lion!
MY DNA ACTIVATES in synchronistic and ancient ways, and I remember...
I remember most my days in the water!
I remember playing and loving
sharing and fin hugging!
sexual escapades!
never feeling afraid!
never feeling betrayed!
hearing my lovers' sweet click serenades...
I remember, most, my days as a dolphin!
And I now know the truth,
of our place on this plane,
and I know as you take that one final breath,
a dolphin
is not subject
to TIME
nor DEATH!!

Perplexing
Heart string engagements
and lifelong entanglements,
would you believe it if I told you
they were nothing more
than mental investments?
neural network communications
of patternistic stories,
a fable of the past of emotional inventories,
a shared compendium,
the absolute epitome
of the ego's
greatest glories.
the extreme of emotion is our drug of choice,
a chemical love spell the perfect reason to rejoice.
so whats the reason
to speak to me
in that obnoxious
tone of voice?
true love is beyond reason
beyond the highs and lows
outside of extremes
like a bout of polyphonic prose...
like saying silly scenes of salacious
sensuality were truly trying to trick you into believing love is blind?
love sees all.
every fault
every feint cover of weakness
every sin
every shadow and every wisp of doubt
and true love loves to love love
and lovingly accept every last lingering
bit of the beloved.
true love is lacking emotion
and thank god this is true,
imagine if it wasn't!
what a twisted pas de deux
a perplexed dance for two.
I once dreamt
that this woman loved me,
loved me through and through,
loved me oh so true,
if you knew what I knew
you'd know why I woke up screaming....
WOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!

Cosmic Beaches
I want to catapult you into infinity, said the boy.
I want for you to soar in the oceans with the dolphins.
I want you to glide in the sky with the birds.
I want you to experience freedom and passion,
and I want you to remember my words.
Share with me your sweetness,
share with me your rhyme,
share with me a piece of your mindfulness,
and share with me your time.
The girl went on and on about what she wanted from him.
You give me your heart, I want your soul.
You give me your caring, please give me your whole
existence.
The boy had this to say to his idol:
To me there is no greater pleasureI want for you to know
than to love you like I love no other,
to love you soft and sweet,
to love you alone, not another,
will make me this: complete.
The girl replied, with a look in her eye,
the girl replied, and was not shy.
My heart is yours if you promise me this:
wipe my tears when I have not the courage,
hold me in your arms when I feel alone,
bathe me in your kisses, cover me in your sweet words,
caress me with your loving touch,
and allow my heart to be as free as the birds.
The boy humbled himself with this solemn vow:
My dearest woman, if I must die to myself to live for you,
then this is what I must do. If I must kneel down to kiss your feet,
then this is the action that will make my life sweet.
If I have to search through an endless night,
then with shadow and light I will put up a fight.
To the ends of the earth, to the farthest reaches,
from the moment of our birth, to cosmic beaches-I will go.
If this is what will keep the fire in your heart aglow, if with this a smile on your face I could bestow, then I
will make it so, with no need for any quid pro quo.
The girl smiled and kissed the boy. For this boy, there was no greater joy.

Where did you go last night? I woke up from a terrible dream and you were nowhere in sight. I reached out
my arm to feel your soft, delicate, warm skin, hoping to find you awake and wanting... me.
Where did you go last night? Where are you now? Where have you been?
I wonder, if I could find out where you came from, would I know then where you went? Is that the riddle
you came with?
I suddenly realized that you were never really even crystallized in my reality. When two souls meet here on
the soils of our perfect earth, the longing they feel is... well that is the riddle. Where this longing originates
from you may never discover, but even the slightest stroke of genius is only a drop in the pail of this
ultimate reality that we all share. However much you think you have discovered, really it is all just a
temporally uncovered truth.
I can still smell your sweetness on my lips years later.
I once wandered into a caravan of a carnival that had been shut down many years before. I was wandering,
alone, in the back caverns of my mind and there it was. I could not make out what they were at first,
thinking maybe I had finally found you there, in my search. I had felt your presence at that moment, but
that was nothing new. If you were part of this group, then you must be the queen of their tribe. Were you
the one wearing the shimmering gold crown, with its single ruby covering your third eye from the
blackness.
You must be this queen riding atop the albino dwarf elephant, although I could not see her face, her grace
was just like you.
Perhaps you were this queens lady-in-waiting? The tiny delicate flower covered in purple fabric, her hair
so black in the sun it shone blue.
For fear, and fear alone, I took my steps in stride toward this procession of outcasts and misfits, bohemian
dissidents, and bourgeoisie dropouts, eccentric fish out of water, and offbeat beatniks, I took my steps
carefully and with precision, as to not miss a moment of this pre-orgasmic bliss, if it happened to really be
you.
Like the time I was scouring the side of the mountain of my longing for you and I came across the cortege
of broken female monks, broken by their carnal desires never fulfilled. I could feel their lustful hunger, and
their ravenous thirst for touch. I thought to myself, "this must be you, how else would so much desire be
directed toward me?" At least I was able to give liberation to one of them.
I prayed deep in my mind that you would be part of this group of travelers. I carefully stepped toward what
may be the procession of your majesties grace when a lioness stopped me. She came toward me out of
nowhere. I was alone in this rocky and uncultivated place, there was nothing in sight but the caravan and
my lonesome plight, yet there she was standing before me with all her pride, roaring and purring at the
same time, she pierced me with her sight. I was frozen in the heat of her fiery passion. If I could have
chosen my death at that moment I would have, if only I could have been reborn instantaneously as the lion
of her life, the object of her affections, the rumble in her roar and the passion in her purring. I did not speak
or breathe for fear I may disturb her silence. I stood and waited for a hint of what to do, a hint of what she
wanted from me. I could hear her heart beating; it was so fast and yet so powerful. This rhythmic beating
stirred a passion in me that I had not felt since hearing your cries of ecstasy when I would cradle your body
in my hands. I could not take it anymore. I let out a cry of want for all my desires. When I opened my eyes,
the lioness was gone. I dropped to my knees and wept, another loss I must accept.