Don't Want to Foxtrot

Daydreaming in the park,
    after dark,
Unexpectedly fell asleep.
I arouse to find myself dressed in an ebony tux, cravat, and oxford on my feet;
   Drape in white ruffles, cufflinks, and a pocket watch.
An unconscious life, rages to riches, pending the time of great darkness,

Observing in the shadows of dusk, a woman in a flaxen sheath,
Stunning as she appears, her actions of unproblematic heartless,
That incredibleness about her captures my attention, so I pursued her along.
Hypnotize in her presence;
    mesmerize to her essence;

Take back my lovely secret,
   but her heart I want to keep it.
My love for her is the deepest,
   hours of effortful days but yet sleepless.

Pacing on concrete,
  the rhythm to my heartbeat;
As we danced on Love Street.

I am following her; I have no idea where we are going.
I want to turn away, but her amazement has me towing;
  mind blowing;
Where is she taking me? Clueless, as I am concern.
My passion towards her has me in yearning;
  What am I learning?

Nothing, she is teaching me;
The light poles illuminate on Beats Street;
The sidewalks lights up like Billy Jay;
The light signals do not know what to say.
The cars stand still like motionless speakers;
Lead me up a handle less knoll like an inverted beaker.

When I arrived there, people were fully clad to their best.
Men were wearing silk vests on their chest.
Women in high-heels and their festive ball dress.
Everyone’s in fancy fashion with masks on their face.
I am questioning what kind of place--
  is this.

She then begins to put me in
   the middle of the dance floor.
I replied, with my facial expression,
I rather not soar.
Just wants to observe everyone else dancing.

I knew she was hazardous the minute she first appeared.
She has me in a trance by the way my fears disappeared.
Persuading me to the dance floor,
Pirouette me around.
Purloin my soul on the dance floor, twirling me around and around.

Shocked to how tremendous my feet performed on the ground.
My body’s movement towards this zouk sound;
And her amazing sway in that sheath gowned;
Expression on my face, zounds;
As we started to get down.

Now clearing the dance floor,
Openhanded us two to merely dance.
Except I’m wasn’t interested,
But she wasn’t granting me any chance--
  to escape,

As I’m heaving away,
She insisted I be obliged to,
But I all of a sudden awoke,
Because foxtrot is something, I do not want to do.

More Than Money

http://authspot.com/poetry/more-than-money/

My psyche mentally
has been talking
to the walls of books on the shelf,
who speak but are unspoken

Those tacit expressions
are the ones
who analyze my soul
with appreciation accepted by ways of a token

Not hoping or wishing
that’ll lead
my compassion into pain
and my heart to be broken

Just great effort and striving
to having an achievement
of my goals and dreams
to be awoken

Someone Else

I want to breathe the air of someone else

I want to live the life of you

Who I am I wish to not bothered

My mood ring has turned blue

I fancy those thing you have

When I strive to do so I never succeed

Your life is bright and wonderful

My life is filled with greed

Someday I hope it will change

Someday I wish to be you

That life that you’re living

I wish someday be me too

Walking on Astronomy

My spaceship astronavigate in the course of your excellence;
As our planet detached, we go to war like Mars versus Venus.
This dispute amongst us produces frenzy.
Establishing a confrontation off visceral towards your territory.

We then commence to converge each other’s essence.
Positioning our individuality to progress into an aggregate
Adhesive to your foundation ardor,
Shifting my tool unhurriedly,

Allowing our ambiance compose nourishing off the Sun.
Astonishing variance elicits my cannon to erupt precipitately.
Discomfiture guides me near departure.
Deserting her to experience despondency,

Currently wandering my footprints on the Moon,
Philosophy myself what on Earth transpire.
This inferno within me requisite furor to eradicate her,
As opposed to my rocket launching in advance, outcome disturbance

Definition of Finding Love/Hancock

We are born with one heart
But love needs two
It’s out there somewhere
Breathing without do

You’ll never find true love
Just settle for what’s best
Fifty percent chance it might not work out
The other percent is filled with zest

When you have located that other
You become enervated,
The mode love is in excess of
Immortal of our essence intimidated

Peace captures the world
You and I are undefeated
It was made to persist eternally
No necessity too mistreat it

At a distance, its heartbeats mortal
Implying that living isolated perpetually
Wouldn’t you rather find
Instead of no love but engaging into erotically

Unfulfilled by your choice
You’ve chosen affection devoid of love
So in your empathy you cheat
Incompatible to your charming dove

If you ever discover yours one day
Then you will comprehend
That love is...
What your living is intend

Cold Summer

One lonely me and four sturdy gentlemen;
Approaching slowly, increasing my adrenaline.
Darkness in the air, solitude all around;
Deafening voices shouting, deficient a sound.

Strenght of will, they've taken;
Heart of a fearless, they've broken.
With valor, as I fought back;
Sympathy beneath incomprehension, was what they lack.

Too save a life for the risk of mine;
Contemplation left me out of time.
Drowning in the mist of my soul;
Realizing that my heart of gold--

resides in the carseat.
Unnoticed and at normal heartbeat.
The attacker proceeds, to fulfill his need;
Hoping his wire, will soon transpire.

When you strive to do so,
You never give up.
He desired to achieve his goal;
and my existence perish out of luck.

Living on was my gold charm;
Silent angels put her in heavens arms.
Protecting her safely and watching her every step.
In reliable care is where she is kept.

Now Lisa...with Jason

Your heart wasn’t meant to be;
My heart wasn’t meant for me.
Yours was damaged and that made you cry.
Mine was broken and that made me die.
Like a sailboat floating away,
On to a sunrise of a brighter day.

Your love is suppose to be valued highly,
Unappreciated of those with no smiley--
faces, just braces, blocking love cubicle.
So this gray area poses your unbeautiful--
features, kept secret of your astonishing appeal.
Startling shock to my heart if looks could kill.

Then recovered by your lovely smothers;
Knowing that I wouldn’t covet to be with another.
You and I join forces to build a great empire.
Motivate my courage enough to it inspires--
me to never fall backward on this ride,
Hopefully you’ll be seated on the passenger side.

Crime of Passion

http://authspot.com/poetry/crime-of-passion-the-beginning/

http://authspot.com/poetry/crime-of-passion-2/

Shirtless as our essence clutch;
Untouched thy souls that attach.
A batch of blossom disguise the bed of such;
With much of tenderness that mismatch.

Uncover me with affection,
Leave protection that mustn’t be shield.
With your will to thrill my selection,
A collection of diamonds that appear to be real.

Please take thee reward I'd receive from greatness;
Excused the lateness with a great deal of ardor.
I rather more of affectionate faintness,
Than weightiness that allow in excess of dire galore.

Maximum Risk

I bump into her on the island of Sardinia,
she was wearing a sundress and flip-flops.
Her smile was immaculate and eyes sparkle like diamonds,
she must’ve been associated to a family of tiptop’s.

As I approached her with tension in my center,
she serenely gave me permission to enter,
her existence of exquisiteness.
So I suggested to this unforgettable ardor bliss.

We were off to celebrate our fantastic evening together,
in the lovely night hours of Italy.
I aimed to gratify her, at the moment or whether;
seeing as that what was flowing in my psyche mentally.

As we settled in for a little nightcap,
a sudden arousing in my lap,
awoken a thrill.
I sensed to annihilate her with zeal,
but she pushed me aside, like a rancid potluck meal.

That disturb me, her confound motives, angered I.
So I pointed her to the door and yelled good-bye.
Forlorn as I suffer, she deserves to perish!
Insanity of wicked ideas, in my mind, I had cherish.

So you say I abducted and slaughtered her body into sections.
Vanished to Milan without a anxiety of rejection.
The last time I saw her, she was dressed in a white flannel.
This is me, in court, telling my side of the story to the panel.

Nature's Nightmare

He buried my body underground like sowing a seed.
In this paranormal rainforest alongside the weeds.
Thunder and lightning lit up the skies; generating roil.
A thunderstorm torrential descending on to the soil.
Throbbing on my burial place, forcing me to produce.
I slowly rise, granting me vigor from this precipitation juice
When the rain ended, a garish rainbow surfaced in the clear sky.
My essence uncovered on the ground; as I lie.
Excessive butterfly fluttering by;
              irksome parrots and hummingbirds;
Venomous rattlesnakes hissing; vicious lizards; and leopards traveling in herds.
Surrounded by poison ivy; tall trees; and a waterfall nearby.
Vines layer my body; tattooed with permanent dye.
Wrapping round my left leg; ankle; to my hip,
All the way up to my belly and neck; down to my finger tips.
Cherry red lipstick and a carroty auburn hair; in a fancy.
I arose to my feet in green undergarments such as bra and panties.
A solid gold locket lay between my bosom.
Trying to locate the key that unlocks me from this chasm.
By obtaining the one who eradicate me; by torturing him in his nightmarish;
while roving silently throughout the parish;
    Trapped in a bad dream of what mother nature created.
       I became more poisonous and mischievous; the world I invaded.

unhappy Anniversary

Sitting here chatting with my buddy at the saloon.
Throwing back shots, about to head home soon.
"Today’s my anniversary, 10 years with the misses."
"It’s been 10 years!" He blimey replied, as he hisses.
Yep! "So what are you going to buy her on this special occasion?"
"I’m not sure what, but whatever it is it’ll be amazing.
Nothing to fancy just something simply from the heart."
"How about a painting? You know a work of art."
"That won’t affect her, I need something that is going to pursue."
"Well, she will feel warmth inside looking at a picture of you two."
"Now I don’t want to upset her on this joyous night.
It’ll only ponder her wonder of why did I plight."
"But wait, I think I got an idea." My buddy replied,
"Give her a gift certificate and stick it inside
Of the anniversary card, for her to receive
2 hours of great sex, any way she needs."
Wow! "That sounds grand, I hope all goes well."
"Anyhow, I’ll see you tomorrow and please do tell."
Now I’m all alone at the bar, taking my last shot.
Ready to head home, to give her all that I’ve got.
Stop at the store and pick up a bottle of rosé.
To set the mood; nice and cozy.
As I’m walking through the door, all smiles and blissful.
I handed her the card, patiently waiting all humble and wishful.
Unhappy as she looked, I knew the gift certificate will bring her joy.
As she’s opening it with qualm, at first she seemed quite coy.
"What is this?" She asks, I replied, "Just read and you will perceive."
“2 hours of great sex, any way that I need”
As the grin on her face expand, she shouted "Thanks for the flowers!"
And ran out the door yelling, "I’ll see you in 2 hours!"

Out of The Box

http://authspot.com/poetry/out-of-the-box/

http://authspot.com/poetry/out-of-the-box-part-2/

Stepped outside took a stroll to the park.
Walking under waterfalls jump over a shark.
I see a rainbow up in the sky frown,
And a rotten broccoli turned upside down.
Vehicles driving through a river on the street.
Stoplights and light poles dances to the sky’s beat.
Buses make a ship, while cars make a boat,
Tires turn to propellers causing it to float.
Chest high and rising almost covering the eyes.
Give me a set of wings so I can get out this and fly.

You in the box, box, box, box
You in the box

Different color balls I’m a put them in my pocket.
White, red, and blue I’m hit you with my rocket.
Preparing for this take off, so move out the way.
Side swipe a mishap of one of your x-rays.
You proceed to strike what you must.
Missed it, my turn, so sorry that you bust.
Now I’m a go on and hit what I have to,
Bounces off the moon sack clean like a vacuum.
No fresh chance like you step out the bathroom.
Saw the one stripes hit one solids rock,
Rolled on in the pocket with the other flock.

You in the box, box, box, box
You in the box

I need something to talk about.
My eyes must be multi-colored cause I see a spot.
Where I want to step on and plant my feet.
No competition, the reason, I do not cheat.
Go ahead already and spin your view.
I got my hands set for yellow and blue.
The green is in between my stomach and chest,
And the other colors are, well, you know the rest.

You in the box, box, box, box
You in the box

I’m a lonely chick just wondering,
Something unexpectedly terrified me like thundering.
Surprisingly approaching me without asking,
Grabbed me by the limb, it was a fast kidnapping.
Took me to a place now I’m freezing on the outside.
Felt the flow of chill from this cold tide.
Massaging my body with this lovely flavor.
Setting me in heat roasting me slowly for the savor.
Now that I’m good and ready, you should eat me.
Lay me on a cover and have pleasant snack sweetie.

You in the box, box, box, box
You in the box

Vividness

http://authspot.com/poetry/vividness/

I’m perfect because I think so,

I’m brilliant because it shows

I’m rich because I have it,

I’m shining because I glow.

I’m active and energetic,

Flashy and loud;

I’m vivid I’m vivid I’m vivid,

I’m proud.

Gingerbread Man & The Cookie Monster

http://authspot.com/poetry/gingerbread-man-the-cookie-monster-poem/

I’ve been imprisoned for about a year and a half
and if I stay here any longer I’m afraid I might lose my calf.
I had a friend who stayed up north,
with much aid up north,
where I can escape and be safe and so forth.
Anyway I’m the Gingerbread Man.
Whenever you encounter me,
give me a greeting,
whether in a meeting
without breaking my hand.
Or we can just skip the postal introduction.
Run off to a place of silence and no ruckus,
just you and I,
without any interruptions.
Or I might runaway into hiding,
because you can’t catch me
or fetch me,
with your ridiculous schemes of biding.
This country is filled with open space.
Took so long to get to the train station
I almost lost my face.
And I know they probably upset,
with their vicious eyes
full of hopeless tries, and lies
I so hasty dashed like an executive jet.
I’m going to say it again,
you will never catch me.
Even if you had a ten
No, a one hundred speed jet ski.

What’s the problem, are your shoe on wrong?
(You can’t catch me)
Why want you just leave me alone
(You can’t fetch me)
You’re going to chase me till sunset
You can’t catch me
You will never, how much you want to bet
You can’t fetch me
Okay you’re trying to proceed
(You can’t catch me)
To serve me with heave
(You can’t fetch me)
You will in no way retrieve
So give up
because you will never catch me

Take the rage out of your chest and fill it with zest.
Give it up for the best or just give up like the rest.
When I arrived at the train station,
seemed like I was on the most wanted list
because I was being chased by the entire nation.
So I fooled them with a slight crump,
then hopped in the front
and got away from this seeker out for a hunt.
I had to take cover for this entire excursion,
but I was discovered by a sly fox, the color of smallpox,
who was weirdly bizarre and he spoke Persian.
This fox was exceedingly intelligent.
I assumed not a soul better than
or could even come close to being relevant.
So I cried, please don’t beat me
and please don’t eat me.
Then surprisingly the Cookie Monster showed up to save and free me.

Now the Cookie Monster was an admirer of thrill,
but the only cookies he ate were chocolate chip and oatmeal.
So this feeling, I felt, in my heart, was real.
My true friend, who he would save from being harm
and I he wouldn’t kill.
No matter if it’s thousands out to catch this man,
enclosed us with a bonfire, he’ll always have some kind of plan.
With my heart full of molasses,
and my soul of vigor ginger
I’ll run as fast as I can and never ever surrender.

My Type

http://authspot.com/poetry/my-type/

I write poems with a vision that I can only see

A vision that tells a story

Hold no bounds of wander that illuminates my soul

My thoughts, my creative control

I behold

Searching for Hip-Hop

http://authspot.com/poetry/searching-for-hip-hop/

Detective Reinstate, “I have a critical situation,
A case is to be solve, here’s several information.
Here are the details, all you have to do is follow the sign,
I know you’ll get this mission complete, in the nick of time."

Let me clarify this journey about recouping from vanished love,
Departed from my heart, dispatched to up above.
Where it now subsist because greatness can never be a duplication,
Those who breathe it now are basically imitations.

On that corner, rests a man in a modern jacket,
What initially was there, a boom box and strident racket.
Breaking dancing, acrobatically, to the rhythms beat,
Desertion of a crowd, tumbleweed blowing in the street.

I stroll a little further, ordinary paint on the wall,
"Where’s the writing?" I suddenly couldn’t recall.
Oh yeah!, "graffiti, inscriptions of one’s territory."
Those vibrant visions that enlighten a modest story.

No mom-and-pop stores to sale those antique vinyl’s,
As music evolves, the throne is retrieved by a direct lineal.
Who sells compact disks digitally, exchanged of those cassettes,
Presently nonexistence of domino games and girls hopscotch in barrettes.

The lack of creativity, veil from exultant pain,
Among those who yearn the money and crave the fame.
Afraid of their artistic views to emerge,
The ones that are deficient, wishes they can purge.

But others who feels that fame conquers all,
Vain about their cash, that they can construct to fall.
No longer valuing their self-esteem, that holds no bounds,
Produce irrational subjects, doubtful of seeing sounds.

Disappeared out of nowhere;
Where did hip-hop go?
Those inspirational words,
That makes your soul glow.

Appeared behind I, was a guy pursuing me,
Scurrying from the latest and insipid; I wounded my knee.
Confronted I, with my stalwartly as I tussled to defy,
He shouted, "You’ll enjoy the music if you just give it a try."

Dreamescape

Living this secluded pipe dream,
Oh easy, that it might seem.
So addicted to this high life,
this remedy just doesn’t feel right.
Emotions resting on opium;
It’s complexity just to stopping them.
My reflection, of course I’m scrutiny;
In fathom on what should I do with me?

So take your triumph over; it’s too petty,
Trying to kill me in my dreams like Freddy.
I won’t let you take me in my sleep like Teddy.
Nevertheless, I’m beyond ready.
Holding on to my life, thus steady.

I’ve reached the sky, so high,
but there’s a gust of wind propelling me back down;
The rain has me struggling, prevented by a thunderstorms,
this twister formed twisted me around.
Shaken by means of this earthquake,
obliterated by this tsunami;
Ruined by this hurricane, unable to recover
my life, was suddenly taken from me.

Lack of oxygen in my system;
Wondering will anybody ever miss him.
As I decay from my existence,
Without my permission, they just dismissed it.
Pleasure conquers pain; drowning from this frenzy rain.

Sentiment on this ecstasy,
My pride resting next to me.
Daydreaming of a cascade,
arousing from this urged;
Up and down like a seesaw--
my semen has emerged.
Roller coaster was daring at the start,
abhorrent mood of a dithering depart.

Optimistic about this routine;
Your remarks, what exactly do you mean?
My life is my own business,
divine eyes is my only witness.
Judgment day has lastly came;
and captive me into shame.

Vanished Inspiration

http://writinghood.com/writing/vanished-inspiration/

You and me, we are not the same,
so brokenhearted with so much to gain.
Paralyzed emotions cannot find the pain,
reaching for completion is such a strain.
My balance beam is uneven,
I feel as though my heart stop breathing.
All my ambition got up and started leaving,
I am asking my courage to give me a clear reason.

It told me I was writers sick and stuck inside a black hole,
imprison for a while until the light comes to my soul.
Opens up wide like a white painted super bowl,
bringing views to my mind; to my rainbows pot of gold.
Listen very clearly before the thought slips back in,
it will come extremely rapid so I hope you are holding on to a pen.
The agonizing pressure in the middle of this lions den,
I've lost my train of thought, I will have to commence all over again.

It is complicating just to think of something that is creative,
especially if my urge is yearning something innovative.
Restless nights, levitate over the horizon, I cannot wait until
the sunlight in my eyes can help create a thrill.
Like a muzzle on my intellect averting from relief,
among a firm grip on my idea, quizzical my belief.