Houdini

i tucked you
away
in a fading folder
in a beat box
deep down in a
dry rot
dark drawer

far...

...far

far...

away

out of sight
out of mind
out of heart
out of
existence
released from memory
shackled to the past
so...
how in hell
am i staring your ass
in the face
yet again

WTF

Pencil Sharpener

sometimes i cry
and it surprises me every time as this unfamiliar substance
falls from my eyes
tears
tangibly forcing the reality of my evacuated emotion
lacrimation pooling at my feet deep
enough for an olympic swimmer to practice his back stroke
and i try to make sense of this weather
but i come up with nothing
since at six
i can never find the news accidently...on purpose
i dont know how to channel it
so i always miss the forecast attempting to elude its precipitating truth
as i hide deep within logic
consumed
suffocating in concrete by choice
innately attached to earth but electively detached from self
heart hushed with duct tape that will do more damage if ripped off
so leave it alone
let me translate its morse code blues for you
'cause i wont let you get close enough
not even through my poetry
don't assume these words flow from a pen
you'll be sadly mistaken
when you find out
its ink is silenced by the cap i place on its potential to permanently ink
my subconscience on paper
words too convicting
an innocent incendiary caught in the crossfire of the tears that fuel my pens
and the tears that escape from closed eyes
inadvertent inequity quashed quietly
nobody is ready for their execution
not even me
that's why i write in pencil

Pandora's Playlist

muted beauty
ballad beyond words singing to my being
cymbals lysing our walls symbolizing our applause
as we
share this moment
transcending time and space
drifting through fingers floating with uniformity
vindicated victim to its
vibrato
treble troubles beneath our feet
inferior to this peace paced
perfectly
penetrating our internal rhythms with a
binary beat of connotation cleffing the tempo
harmonizingly moving us both
each time’s signature signifying progression

turn

the

page

here lies the bridge
orchestrating a conduit of correlation
where we travel through a crescendo of common measure
making time more translucent
so i now see the
angels harping around your heart
fluttering their wings to strum the pulse of your breath
and you
now see the bars protecting mine
pitched in falsetto
are actually delicate lines of music composed to serenade its brokenness
and these revelations
are amplified through the acoustics of this theater
echoing epiphany’s symphony
and metaphysically skyrocketing us to a cosmic interrelation
without us ever leaving our seats

finalmente.

When Darkness Falls

1:43 AM
love me in this mourning
when light has succumbed to the darkness of night
not to be reincarnated til the
resurrecting sun shines light on the fact that you're still here
in the morning
fill my void existence with life
when the city is living in slow motion and productivity is paused
move me with the positive energy of your presence
while earth is at a stand still

don't allow its darkness to consume me

'cause it tends to confuse me with one of its committed inhabitants
when one of devil's advocates conveniently comes out of hiding
every night
as the moon illuminates the digits on the clock
3:02
but it isn't my time
so please don't mind my
agonizing anxiety everytime night falls
taunting me with memories
of the dark abyss of abandonment where i found comfort for so long

the years of my youth vacationed there

find comfort in my fear with understanding
so that
in the midst of every night's chastizing chokehold on my dreams
i can find comfort within your resuscitative embrace of life support
manifesting its effervesence as my night light
because i am
afraid
of the dark

Flowing From My Heart...Forever

i want to write you a love song

and play it for you in memory of us

compose for you lines of the trust we drew to outline our beautiful adventure

filling it with colorful verses of the time we spent together painting our perfect picture of love

and i want to perform our song

dance for you to the pulse of my heart’s metronome that perfectly matches the beat of yours

and sing the silenced words you taught me to resonate when i miss you the most

but a song is not enough

our love stretches beyond any measure

beyond any melody recognizable to the human ear

‘cause we’ve always had our own rhythm

unable to be grasped by anyone other than us

an undying tree of potential

stretching far beyond the atmosphere

to where the procreation of our intertwined spirits lives eternally

nobody can touch it

nor can they transcend above it

except for God

who is responsible for lovingly allowing us to birth such purity

through a relationship that sailed through the calmest of the storm

to the most treacherous rapids of rapidly flooding emotion

that you gently taught me to “just flow” with

so that i may find peace within our fears

with you

once i stopped fighting against your current

i could finally see the devotion of your patience reflecting off of still waters

and now as i reflect on those same waters through our stream of memories

i realize that you were selflessly protecting me the entire time

practically drowning in my misery for me

so that i could keep my head above water to witness what strength really looks like

you restored my heart strings pulled too many times by lies and broken promises

and softly strummed the sweetest tune to sooth its wounds

a tune i still hum in my darkest of nights as i

rock myself to sleep blanketed in the warm reminiscence of every way you touched me

intangibly

you prepared me for these hard times

paid close attention to my fraternal emptiness

and filled it

with protective masculinity that you didn’t even know you were capable of emitting from your own abandoned spirit

built a foundation of expectations that i should have been exposed to from birth

expectations that not one person after you has lived up to yet

job well done my pisces partner in passion

you selflessly loved me to the point of dependency

then even more selflessly you let go of your grip on my heart strings

stood back and watched as, like a balloon, i floated away in the undercurrents of the wind

just so i could learn how to navigate them too

our final goodbye couldn’t have been sweeter, although it was masked with bitter sorrow at the time

now

in absence of you

i have grown to understand, accept, and appreciate your distinction

so that when i think of you

tears collect in your favorite dimple on the right side of my smile

because i know when times get hard

i can always look up at any tall tree in remembrance of us

with assurance that the spirit of our love is still resting in the same nest where we placed it long ago

promising each other that we would never forget what we created together

Solitaire

we're all born to play
on defense
which makes perfect sense
since
even if you don't play the game
it doesn't exempt being played with
no offense...
nobody gets benched
and that’s some bullshit
what if we get tired?
constantly being taught life, love, and relationships
are nothing
but a game
cleverly masked by a politically correct name:
"survival of the fittest"
HA!
it's more fitting to call it
"survival of the slickest"
'cause
we blatantly bluff compassion
and
radically renege love
in
strategy to "outsmart" each other
pre-determining roles on the top of the score sheet
"me" vs. "you"...(aka “the fool”)
tallying 1ups under "me"
and
man downs under “you”
consumed so much in having the upper hand that
we only face our face cards
oblivious to what lies hiding beneath them
...the OTHER joker in the game
the guaranteed fool
blindly betting on the setbacks of everyone else
trying to fool the hand you were originally dealt
with lies of triumph you dealt yourself
never really realizing
we’re really playing ourselves...

claiming all of these wins when it’s not even in the cards

Over You

you sunk so low

that you

foolishly

buried yourself

i didnt even have to pick up my shovel

of flaws to help

you dug your own grave

filled it up with all your dirt

now lie

desperately

suffocating

while i sit back and smirk

'cause

where your existence now dwells

is the same inescapable grave

where you tried to bury my sanity

instead

but

im still standing

six feet over

you

Love Thyself

i masturbate

mentally

quite frequently

making thought provoking love

to my psyche

probing it

from every possible perspective

to the point where i surprise my damn self

with how much saturated pain

ejaculates from my brain

in the form of spirited prose


thoughts at my fingertips


i mean...

who else

other than myself

is capable of such climactic mental stimulation

...?


dont worry, i'll wait.....

On Top :|Mind Sex Pt. 2|:

unbutton my apprehension
and
kiss the womb of my intuition
while penetrating my cognition
as if you’re on commission for every exchange
of heart
slowly undress me
in security
and gently stroke
my ego
savor the sweetest kiss of understanding
as you spiritually explore my ins
and outs
sending chills up my spine
that stimulate my mind
in attempt to find that spot
deep
in my cerebrum
where my metaphysical G-spot is

lie back

succumb to the enigma of my pleasure dome
as you become entranced
with how deep the capacity of my brain really goes
and
how blissfully intense this river of my ambition flows
as i
ascend your mountain of gratuitous patience
dying of mental malnutrition
feeding off your erudition
on top of your world

my favorite position

The Lying, The Bitch, & Your Wardrobe

as you sit there

basking

in spiteful satisfaction

remember

every action

has an equal or opposite reaction

so

as i fashion this matchin' outfit

of your audacious callousness

dont be so surprised...

...

...i have on your clothes