Saturday, February 5, 2011

Laser Beam

Both door slammed the ambulance has fled the scene 
A thousand eyes gazing from the neighbor, while relatives amongst scream
A young gentlemen lying on the ground, injured shot by other raging teens
All holding laser beams 
Lassitude from being chased by a group of petty thugs 
Try to fight back, but was pushed in a puddle of mud
They approached me, in threat I couldn’t do anything but give the shoulder shrug
Turned around because I heard a glass bottle contact the ground made a loud thud


Heard a glass bottle hit ground made a thud
Turned around slowly to see what’s the big fuss
Felt like I was approach by guys with envy 
I shrug my shoulders and sigh there’s so many
In threat, as I felt, I so victoriously tried to fight back
But pushed me down to the ground and got mud all over my backpack
Lassitude I just decided to get up and run
Because one of the dudes look like he was about to pull a gun
And he did, striking me in my head
Now I’m laying in the pavement dead
As a bunch of neighbors gaze on me and my family scream
The doors of the ambulance slammed as the paramedics flee the scene 

Love is at The Door

Resting on the sofa all delighted and thrill
An abrupt alert, caused my coffee to spill
A knock, knock, knock at the door, I thought heavily should I explore
I implore them to go away, like the waves to a shore



A sudden voice appeared, I assumed, my dear
    Of whom I truly adore
Am I’m dreaming a dream, of which that it seem
   Or has my love come to alleviate my bore



This midnight is a daze, I’m trapped in a maze
   I've seen you in a sequence of mental imagery
One time you kissed my cheek, while idle in a deep sleep
   Next time I was alone in a cemetery asymmetry 



Gazing at the moon, yelling, “too soon!”
  While the tombstone read your name
I begin going insane, if you could feel the pain that I have obtain
  Words could not explain



Third time you appeared, face draped in teared
  Weeping over a bed of me
Brought sorrow to my heart, a thought to sought
  In mind brought warmth that thou would be thee



How un-cavalier of you, how cavalier of me
  To asleep when love is at the door
Knocking, so soft and socking
  I aperture to find, my love, that I adore 

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Passion

Jealousy is in love with hurt and pain.
Envy hates that crime is to blame.
Madness through betrayal and gangs.
Peer pressure is everywhere, I want to be king.
Money is my death, I want to be queen.
Don’t like being the prince because cheaters always win.
Trust the ruler and guns become your best friend.
My behavior is fine I’m just going off to war.
Tears are my violence and blood shed is my star.
Misconceived by depression because sadness is a good thing.
The only bad thing is our territory having rings.

Pleasant Lurid



Vanishing with a grudge or vanishing without love?

Desperation arranged my thoughts,
setting me disquiet throughout the shadows of sunlight.
It was right around midnight I begun to feel this rashness urge.
Penchant upon a star, gazing out the window;
   delineate my existence partly fondness of living.

Deciding to disappear off the face of this earth without a clue realizing.
There is nothing stopping me, but my inner self-lacking courage.
But I am at the points of no return and this journey has come to an end.
With no one beside me, tagging along to this voyage;

Steering down this black asphalt road, in this woodland scenery; gone astray.
Skies darkness surrounds my frame of mind
   of where do I plan to settle.
Dimness leads me to drift off this rocky cliff into a swimming pool of water.
Hoping I want drown,
       bewildered me,
               as I'm rethinking of this settlement.

My life sporadic before my eyes as ocean water tears forms my cries.
Falling deeper and deeper, but bemuse as to why I did not float.
Breathing under water with no signs of a choke,
    Still dreaming means no signs of a stroke,
       but I suddenly awoke, realizing this nightmare seemed so realistic.

Monday, January 3, 2011

micropoetry #1

words drop
from my mind 
onto the paper
my soul define

Scarlet Shine

Glowing with bliss my concentration on the sky,
You see how far, I want to find how high.
Over shadowing my secret cry,
Envisioning on a cloud as I lie
STOP daydreaming

My heart over powers what my body crave.
My mind speaks unspoken words from the grave.
Deserting my feelings, through this awkward faze.
Jabbing my chest firmly, gone into a daze
STOP flirting

They approach with envy of that I beware.
Threatening intensity vibes in the air,
Losing control of my words that I share,
The unseen incident and no one was there.
STOP the violence

Side of the road you will find paper or plastic.
Above all the junk, heavy flows of traffic.
At the park on the ground beside the wastebasket
STOP littering

In running motion looking directly ahead,
Jumping over hurdle, sharing the bread,
My retribution viewpoint bestowed me dread.
STOP watch and STOP stealing

Clandestine Lovers

Two married couples cheating with each other spouses

We’ve embark on this journey,
Saturday night was our opening encounter.
She stunned me with her presence of beauty,
Flattering me with her charm,
I instantly recognize the chemistry we partook mutually.
Cherishing the evening with passion until daybreak,
Consequently, she is off to her day.


“Good morning” she shouted, to her husband as he is walking through the door.
“I’ve prepared breakfast for you.”
Returning from his trip, he kissed her forehead and ate his meal.
Went up stairs to freshen up then headed to the fitness center.
Proceeding back to and empty home; the phone rang, “I have to work late" his wife uttered.

In his solitude mood, a doorbell rings leading to a delightful emotive.
Gorgeous lady arrived at my front door dressed in rather elegance among exquisitely.
Rewarding me foolishly with her erotic wishes to fulfill my elation,
Beginning to converge, her soul conjunct to my instrument,
Nudge my organ within her beautiful lull.
Seeing that we copulate throughout the hours of darkness,
Concluding our occasion, directed her near the exit.
“See to it that our next encounter,” she articulated.

Returning dwelling, drained from an extended day at work.
Rejection from her spouse causes frustration.
Regardless isolation result in motionless affection.
Sleeping next to repulsive preferable be next to her covert lover.