HeartbeatsI was looking North, to a space above the rim of the worldHeartbeats10 months ago in Concrete Poetry
Where thousands by ten thousand wondrous angels swirled
And in my mind’s eye I saw one turn her gaze directly to me
Rising up on great black wings, like a whirlwind, so quickly
All time collapsed, and in a moment by my side she so fell
Speaking words of pure passion, casting a binding spell
And with her dark ways she bewitched my fervent heart
A state of being from which I wished never to depart
This unleashing a fury of emotion, which filled my breast
My frenzied heart beating furiously, not needing for rest
Sourcing great red rivers of blood, ever furiously flowing
Coursing through me in waves, never ending or slowing
The scarlet tide of my desire, roaring, creating such excite
Fueling a great burning love, which blazed, and lit the night
Flames flickering, reaching ever higher, even unto the skies
I was blinded by love, a veil of red mist before my very eyes
My angel singing a fearsome blood song, the rhythm divine
Dear Diary, All About Her....Dear diary,Dear Diary, All About Her....3 years ago in Concrete Poetry
She showed me her arm today
Broken down, without a word to say
She lay in my arms and cried
And told me she can't decide
Between death and being alive
I saw all her bloody, raw skin
Rocking back and forth
Her knees pulled to her chin
A wrecked little doll
All dirty and used
Tired of being nothing at all
Enjoy the persisting abuse
I told her it hurts me to see
How she crumbles eventually
How I die right before her eyes
When she slips from my sight
But she just smiled and said
She can't help it
I know she doesn't try to be bad
But she's killing me
Slaughtering me beyond recognition
Like she's completing my failed mission
Of destruction, pain and despair
I know she doesn't...she just can't care
But she holds, she grabbed my heart
She holds it and tears it apart
She cuts my skin and uses my blood
To paint a picture of murderous art
Most naive love I feel for this girl
She humbles me, my thoughts whirl
Confuses me into oblivion
Should I let go? Abandon her?
I love...but the burd
Ransom noteThis is a ransom note.Ransom note6 years ago in Concrete Poetry
It fell beneath the rotting old stairwell,
From your sealed red lips,
Which by now,
Have begun to crumble.
This is a ransom note.
Chock full of the sweet taste,
Of roasted almonds on your tongue,
And golden honey sliding gently,
Down your throat.
This a ransom note.
Your smooth auburn hair,
Floats down around my neck,
And that ruffled orange skirt,
Waltzes in your stead.
This is a ransom note.
All I ask is that you open your eyes,
Soft as the yellow sun,
And take your hand in mine,
But don't let go.
SerenadeSing for meSerenade5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
The song of lovers
The lullaby I have yet to hear in full
Sing for me
T'will be the only balm to this curse
You weaved around my heartstrings
Sing for me, beloved
Whether it be a sentence or a whole song
Sing for me until the clouds turn grey
In the desert sky
Your song will be the poison
The venom of my life
The melody, the symphony
That will be an end to my strife
It will be the rise of my immortality
The stirring in my bones once more
The shimmering of my soul
And the halting of my heart
A sensation I was sure did not exist anymore.
The peace I needI found peace lying down in your chest.The peace I need5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
A feeling I forgot it existed,
what I felt that night was the best.
A night I was drunk, stupid and twisted.
Hating the fact, I'm just a friend.
Trying not to kiss, I resisted.
In that state I could not pretend.
Because I dream about you.
Us kissing, my only intend.
This is my real point of view,
I truly wish love to be mutual.
This is my one only true.
If this can't be real
I would prefer,
to not even feel.
Be really blur.
Because this love is hurting,
like dry liqueur.
And I am not just flirting
I don't need your kisses just when I'm drunk.
And I am not pretending.
Because I feel life smells like stinky skunk.
I would love a sober kiss.
One when we could stand like healthy tree trunk.
Without having to say please
One that comes from your heart
On that day I would feel bliss.
But It's a kiss that probably never happens.
The Art of SexEndorphins rushingThe Art of Sex6 years ago in Concrete Poetry
No eresNo eres ordinariaNo eres5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
te remites a decir lo correcto
en el momento pertinente.
No eres seductora
prefieres ser precavida
para que no suenen las jaulas.
dejas que el silencio sea tu investigador
y el tiempo tu consejero.
No te ilusionas
tocas cada evento de forma inquisitiva
y para nada emocional.
No te admiras
mas nunca caes en falsas modestias
y siempre estas dispuesta a golpes ilustrantes.
en dudar cuando lo crees incorrecto
y tirarte al combate en busca de un desenlace.
por tus sueños y en tus sueños.
No aceptas las utopías
buscas la belleza en la verdad
y una verdad bella.
sin idealizar o idiotizarte.
intimida y atrae.
es bella por ser etérea y abstracta
como tu perfume.
No eres nada de lo que yo no quiero
ni la que nunca encontrare.
My LoveMy Love6 years ago in Concrete Poetry
My love for you grows
Higher into the heavens
It is paramount to everything
Every pebble, every tree
Sings the song of our love
As I walk on by and listen
How they remind me of you
And of which you mean to me
This life is precious
And I'm glad to have you in mine
For My Love.Her skin is soft like silk.For My Love.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Her eyes are full of light.
Her taste is of sweet milk.
For her, I will fight.
Her laugh is melodic.
Her smiles are addicting.
Her touch is erotic.
Her mouth is exciting.
I love her to the heaven above;
I love her to the hell below;
Tell me, and I will do anything for her love;
and for her, I will fall.
The BraceletsentimentalThe Bracelet5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
pink and red
shining on her wrist
the blooms traced in metal
the petals shine in color
and a big jewel sparkles at the side
cold and sleek
around her dainty skin
the gift given in affection
the love shown in splendor
and a kiss on the cheek in farewell
alone and without
she lays it on the desk
the treasure lost from deep within
the gift now lost its value
and she's left it behind, moving on
I Cheated With VanityPride and the indecision,I Cheated With Vanity3 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Come what tomorrow skies at bay-
We shall all die alone and barren,
The cold promise given so we pray.
Do not hope, it is forsaken,
Depravity strips us from our demands,
Love is nothing but a nightmare,
There is nothing it can withstand.
Let's chase the sorrowful lusts tonight,
Fuck it all, we have nothing to lose but gained,
And when we are old and bitter,
Death shall be but the gift at old age.
And so we count and count,
Waiting for the last moment to recall,
For maybe father time shall sleep,
And mankind will be swallowed whole in all.
The Trials of RomanceThe Trials of Romance2 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Her love is what I need.
To be consumed indeed.
While others came and passed,
Her love will surely last.
Her eyes as blue as brilliant skies,
Her hips for me a subtle prize.
Her hair as blonde as summer sands,
Her lips as full as promised lands.
To be with her I will elate,
All trials consumed within her gait.
She reads what reads of toil now,
To be with me is in her brow.
I will make good a lover's lust,
To lay to rest a curse I must.
And set aside all misplaced trust,
To capture spark it must be rushed.
To her I owe all time and space.
To be with her I must make haste,
She waits for none it is now known.
To reap the fruit that we have sown,
All time elapses in her eye;
To sing in key a lullaby.
To rest my love upon her lips,
She rests her love upon the tips;
Of mountain tops they've dubbed desire.
To gain her trust amidst the fire,
I trust in her to take me higher.
For the flame that burns, burns of desire.
PicturesGentle silence rests through the county,Pictures5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
leaving day to chase night-
the glory is the chase of the bounty.
Skipping through hayfields in the summer light.
Typical stone faces blazing with colour,
like blushes of freelance youth.
Feeling ideas that can't be smothered;
the wind tears your thoughts loose.
Letters hide in the wide open sky,
the message could read what you dream-
alas, to our demise: mystery is shy,
love and patience: the ill fitting team.
Swim for refreshment in the crystal creek,
let the current kiss the tips of your toes.
The water eerily hums; exotic birds squeak-
hush child, the forest consumes your woes.
This fantasy is frozen in timeless pictures,
decorating the walls of exile and prison-
inspiration captured with paint mixtures,
love the teacher; my vagrant heart won't listen.
I embrace the flashes of peace in my struggle,
lost in the ocean of self assured farm fields-
desire within; completion of a lover to cuddle,
under willow tree's wisdom and branch shields.
Wandering Into WarfareDon't take my heart upon your handWandering Into Warfare5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
You don't know where it's been
Covered with shrapnel and dynamite
Cuts, bruises and little bites
If you take my heart
You better beware
Before you start
Wandering into warfare
The lone survivor
Of this war of love
It might have lost
But remained above
Beware of the shrapnel and dynamite
Reach your hand in, you might get a bite
Take my heart upon your hand
You're wandering into warfare
thus farcannot help but wonderthus far4 years ago in Concrete Poetry
how far to the future
will these echos live within my head
until i'm dead?
and, what of thereafter
sans the lure of laughter
will your music of the soul endure
can we be sure?
questions of the cosmic
sung within a lyric
thoughts and sound
if tracked down
by your magic hound
will anything of substance found
give us a clue empiric?
five years have seen these queries dwell
herewith, your storied presence still
llp - mar2012 - dA
original dec2007 - LOHD
ancient grieving.watch him, weary, winding up anewancient grieving.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry
in his broken music box- clock work
meaning lost, and sure, if you had
stumbled on, this trinket for the first,
you'd almost find a beauty in the cycle of
imperfect repetition, but no hell was ever worse
he's been here ticking aching weary,
winding up this ancient grieving
heart to fake a beat or at least to keep him
breathing while he waits for you to come back
and admit that there's a part still dreaming
and i'm sure he'll find sleep someday, he'll
be dreaming too, but he's scared to dream right now
because he only dreams of you and i'm so sorry if
he doesn't have the edge that you'd expect from
jaded anti-heroes, there's just no
hero left, i guess, we'll watch him, waiting
bleary-eyed for the clockwork guy to wind the
rusted mechanism of a machine out of use,
and he'll just wait for you.
The Story Of My LifeThe Story Of My Life4 years ago in Concrete Poetry
I can feel that warmth again,
genuine and kind;
the steady rhythm of her heart
beating next to mine.
To even miss a second
is pity for the fools,
cause just one gaze and I am lost
in speckled sapphire jewels.
She'd offer out a hand
to me when I was down,
pull me to my feet
and fix me with a crown.
She treats me like a king
while I work her like a slave
and never have I thanked her
for everything she gave.
In the ground beneath my feet
and every single breath I breathe.
The sight, the touch, the sweetest taste,
the life, the love, the dream, the space.
The memories, the tragedies and all the in between
meant more to me then anything in life I've ever seen.
You've stayed with me both sight and dream, every day and night
So hereby I take you as the story of my life.
A prayer for John - PoemHoly mother, Strong and true,A prayer for John - Poem5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
There's something I must ask of you;
I've had to leave my man behind,
Please protect this heart of mine.
Protect his spirit, strong and bold,
Keep him sheltered from the cold;
Protect his laughter, soft and light,
Protect his mind, protect his might.
Protect his eyes, with their humorous spark,
Hold him back, when he starts to snark,
And keep his hair that same dark brown;
Make him smile, instead of frown.
Let all of his dreams come true,
May he do everything he's wanted to,
May he me lucky in all that he does;
May he find a new woman he loves.
Let there be no obsticles in his way,
Always a friend to chases his hurt away.
May he look back on us, without pain,
And think of it as an expirience gained.
Holy mother, of love and life,
Please protect him from this strife;
And help him to one day understand,
Why I had to leave my man.
Twin FlameTwin Flame5 months ago in Concrete Poetry
My twin flame, I sense he is near.
Not far or close but in my heart,
when I go to sleep or think alone.
The vibrations appear and I sense my
twin flame is near. I never meet him nor
know what he looks like. But deep down
inside I feel as though I'll see him.
Everyday I try to run, he is the chaser
and I am the runner. I fear to feel
the long lasting love, but inside I know
I'll need it.
Magical and sweet, is when I'll meet him.
But I fear the worst and not sure
where to go.
Deep down in my heart I feel as though
I'll meet him. I can;t run away for ever, away from true love.
But what if it is like the others? What if I get hurt?
What if its a mistake again?
I dream of him but I don't remember what he looks like,
only his hair is yellow like the bright sun.
Mysterious as I think, inside I feel I must wait.
I am in fear, and in confusion but I guess I'll have to wait
for my twin flame to get here.
ShatteredScattered ashes laid too waste,Shattered4 years ago in Concrete Poetry
False love, with to much haste
Blinded eyes will not see,
With unspeakable sins and false deeds
Lost love, with a painful choice,
Boastful ego, with mediocrity's voice
Without the love of kin
Destructive lust, with naive youth
Unspeakable acts, with a bloody truth
does itdoes it5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Does it feel the same when you think of her and dream
Does the dream come real half way when you see that beam
That shines for you just as it did with me and lights your way
All across the borders and even more, far away
Does it feel the same when you touch her skin
Does her skin feel as soft as mine, something like she's next of kin
Just as things were supposed to be
Nothing else, no one else but you and me
Does it feel the same when you love her passionately
Does your passion give as much as you gave me rationally
The same way you used to give me love and care
Nothing more, nothing to share
Does it mean to you when I cry
Does it make you want to try
To make things better and heal my heart
As if you never knew me, it's all new, from the start
Does it mean to you that I'm lonely without you
Does it move your intuition, and make you stop us from being two
To make us one, united with so much love
To share our lives together and never get enough
Does it mean to you that sharing you with t
Words of LoveWords of Love5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Can't you tell?
Can't you see?
Things are not the same.
Am I sane?
Am I lost?
Things have changed.
What is this?
How can it be?
This is true, I know it.
This feeling, what is it?
This feeling, I like it.
I just don't know.
When I look at him, It shows.
When I think of him, He knows.
He knows I love him.
He knows I care.
But what can I do?
I could help but to fall.
I love him.
And I wont lie
You are my every breath
deep down in my chest
You are the reason I am
The reason I live
The reason I can be
who ever I wont to be
But the only person that I wish
Is the person right next to you.
And a billion times yes
I love you