Tale Of Late Lovers

As bright as the moon, during my loneliest nights.
As beautiful as the sky, during my warmest days.
I, too, have fallen in love with you.
Soon; all that I know, will be all that I knew.
I grew a garden for you, and made sure all the flowers resembled your scent.
I’m bent by my flaws, but spent most of my time straightening them out.
I send my best bird to scout your every move.
Smooth as the river, flowing through as one.
My heart, hung, as if I’ll never know what your voice sounds like.

I have hope; not even the arrows, which have found refuge in my chest, can stop me.
I’m weak from war, but strong from your stare.
My life won’t be spared, but we found each other in our own despair.
With one breath, an entire world, you will discover.

My love is forever.
My love is promised.
My love is faithful.
My love is honest.
I will die, knowing I loved you, too late.
God has no choice, as he open the gates.
I pace, slowly to a destiny accepted.
But as long as my blood touched your hand, I will accept my fate.
Sweet lips, as I exhale.

Staring At The Stars

We wait for the sun, to fall into it’s slumber.
Under the stars, we’re staring at them.
They’re beautiful, an empire of legacies.
I never give up a chance to glaze, a maze of thoughts, some whiskey for the time, not the taste.
I haven’t been this loose, in a long time.
All around the room, the soundtrack to my mood is playing.
All I can see, is your glow, along with distorted faces.
I take my paces, and meet you in a place where no one knows our name.

At this moment, I want to cry.
What a sight, in front of my very eyes.
Her voice, the sound of strength, and a look that can love you, and leave you, if you’re not careful.
This is no longer mental, the tempo in my chest, it’s moves for you.
Each blink, I skip a heartbeat.
I was a man without a purpose, counting his curses, not his blessings.
I’m guessing that God is real, because he never let’s me enjoy the grapes while they’re sweet.
Now, you’re complete; even if you’re missing a quarter of your smile, which is where we meet.
As you hold my hand, my skin starts to warm up.
As you hold my heart, the sky starts to clear up.
As you say my name, the stars disappear, and it’s clear, that I can’t stop staring at you.

I love you.

La Araña

The life, flowing out of you.
We learn to appreciate how ugly you are inside.
Your heart isn’t black, but it’s cold.
Bold; a woman with no home, tries to create her own.
It’s not that I don’t believe in you, it’s that what you believe in, is unbelievable.
You don’t have to try hard, to convince the smartest men, that their empire, is now yours.
The thing is; I’m not the brightest, so I can see past the glass door.
We’re poor, but rich in sense.
Things are tense, and you aren’t helping.
You’re pouring fire, on top of fire, not knowing that I’m preparing to burn you in it.
This prison, we’re all trying to escape, yet you keep us trapped.
It’s proper manners, to keep your elbows off the table, so why do you keep laying, where we eat?

I won’t play executioner, but I will be in attendance when they cut off your head.
All these ideas, and dreams, they follow those dark eyes.
You’ve had many chances, instead, you wove a web that only you could crawl through.
Like any spider, if you don’t remember your steps, you’ll get stuck in the only place that is familiar.
What once was, becomes a breeze in the wind.
In time, we learn to trim the fat, thin.
In minutes, we skin the murderers, for their sins.
In seconds, we can lose it all, for a lousy win.
The world spins, so don’t forget your steps, the next time you try to seduce me.

Just Drink

One day, they will leave my body on your doorstep.
Beaten, and bloodied.
Face so unfamiliar, yet so lovely.
All of your mistakes, repeating, like nothing really matters.
Legs broken, chest battered.
If I could speak, I would tell you that I’m sorry.
Not for getting caught, but for getting trapped.

At the dotted line; I signed my name, in blood, so I knew that when the consequences come, I won’t be blindsided.
Yet, here I lay, misguided.
The offer always leaves a question behind me.
Quiet, the silence gives me the most answers.
I’ve trusted the sharks, before the ocean.
I’ve trusted the stars, before the sky.
I’ve trusted the mind, before the heart

When I wake up, just drink from my veins.
I learned all, too late.
I wish I could change my fate, but I changed my ways, and found their heels making love to my face.
Regret hits you hard, and we roll with the punches.
Punch drunk, my ship has sunk, so save the children, and have them carry the legacy.
Just drink from my bones, and make the world your own.
Just drink.

A Little Wiser

Cold hands in warm palms.
We knew that the seasons would change, but why did you?
Calm, the wind sings with me.
It’s lifting, how we can love one another, and then start ripping out every flaw in me.
I’m not mad, more disappointed, because you had promise.
You ignore your cost, because money was never an issue, when in fact; it was.
Love; the only thing in this world that’s free, yet, you let it pass by like a train that won’t stop.
The clock is ticking, my friend.

In the end, we’re all hanging by a thread.
I’d rather be dead, than live, knowing I won’t reach for the stars.
Yet, here we are.
You’re a milestone, a stepping ladder, and that’s more than you deserve.
In reverse, I was the golden egg, and you were just a bird.
I’m dancing with the galaxy, holding it for what it’s worth.
You’re sinking into the ocean, drowning from your words.
I welcome the challenge.
Without it, I would seek balance, but you give it to me with no malice.
I could steal candy from the infant, but I keep my distance, because when he get’s older, and is a little wiser, I’ll creep in, silently, like a spider.
A fighter, I hope, but I won’t give up, like a tiger, to protect his cubs, and take his blood, because he was one of us, but he couldn’t get it done.
You asked for me to lose my doubt, well, it’s been gone.
Remember; a King is nothing without his pawns.

Treachery

Fools, that’s what we are.
No matter how smart, or full of heart; we’re all fools, in a pot of gold, searching for it.
Pour me another cup of your mind, and maybe your soul will follow.
The taste, hollow.
It gives me nothing.
You are nothing, anymore.
We used to yell, about the door being held open, that once we went through it, we understood why.

Opportunity.
It only knocks once.
You’re a pawn, my friend.
You’re a sheep, my brother.
You’re a cripple, my enemy.
You posses potential, but never reach it.
Past your prime, and past your time.
I don’t take treachery with a grain of salt.
It’s an assault on a man’s intelligence.
You’ve insulted me, once too many.
We cut off the heads of snakes, so that they won’t poison us with their lies, but in this case, I must take your heart, too.
No matter how hard we rule, someone will always claim they are the one true king.
In return, we yield our swords, and war, we bring.

May God, have mercy on you, old friend, because I won’t.

I Must Be Dreaming

I’m dreaming.
These patterns are unknown, yet so familiar.
Your beauty is unparalleled.
Smooth flesh, tempting smile, but your eyes are filled with a color that saddens me.
We drink until our feet find the rhythm.
In prison, we are confined to each other.
A system, we hold hands, so one doesn’t go missing.
We’re living for the moment, mind closed, but our eyes open.
Painting the town, the passion red fills our secrets.
As I unzip her dress, her back is soft, and cold; she is my weakness.

We’re standing in front of each other, defenseless. Exposed.
Bold; because my body carries the scars of my addictions, and affliction.
Sold; because her body embraces the abuse, and I extend my hand out, as a signal of truce.
I promise to be gentle.
My heart is fragile, and her body is a temple.
It’s simple, yet we carefully count our moves.
She’s a hint of wine, while I’m a pint of booze.
Our hands cruise, as if to find our souls on each other.
Our lips cluttered, and tongues meet like lost lovers.
She makes me feel so alive, and I can feel her body shaking whenever I caress her side.
This is not love, but life.
We are born, breathing, our eyes lock, meeting, we’re consuming pleasure, feeling, and we die, leaving.
Leaving; and leaving behind is what we’ll do.
I won’t see you, again.
My friends, they won’t know.
I’m dreaming.
I must be dreaming, because when I wake up, you won’t be there.

Good Grief, What So Good About It?

Wild by nature.
We are forged by fire, and emotions are like ink on paper.
Later; we’ll deal with it, because the burden is too heavy.
He left me, she left me, he loves me, she loved me.
It’s all mental, sadly, it’s all mental.
Removing the weeds, only for more to grow.
“Slow down, kid, or you’ll end up in a hole.”

I’m trying here, and dear, it’s not easy.
I’ve become detached from your hands, because I must be the arms you need.
In time; I guess, the wounds will mend.
The wind is calm, and brisk on my skin.
It reminds me that things will be alright, because the sun will set, and the sun will rise.
All I could think about, is how we went from one, to two.
I understand, really; you lost a piece of your heart, out the blue,  and it’s all so sudden.
God judges, I don’t, he gives love, but not like mine.
When it rains, it pours, and drown we will.
It’s in our blood, that one day we must die.
That’s fine; I’ve erased my past, to make room for you, my future, because without you, am I even alive?

Remember; we don’t need people to give us peace, but we need peace, in order to let go of the leash, and once we’re free, then, and truly then, can we become one in the sheets.
You can’t return the pain, but you can restore the grief.
Life comes with no warnings, no guarantee’s, no receipts.
Take your time, my love.

 

Pushing The Envelope

Inside of the envelope, you will find my heart.
It’s still beating, because you’re alive.
We hide what we don’t want you to find, but you will.
And you fill our heads with words of love.
Love; it didn’t work for me, because it was nothing but work, and like most of my jobs, I was worth nothing.

I’m pushing the envelope, because one day you will grow tired of the same images.
Villages, with the same visions, knowing we can’t keep our grounds, because we’re busy looking for pyramids.
When I found you, I found myself.
I thought I was looking for taste, but really, it was help.
I came to heaven, only to discover, that it’s really hell.
I’m tired of waiting for the lottery, just to own some property, when I found a home in you, and it’s properly built.
Guilt; it dies with my past, and at last, I feel like you’re worth my time, and worth the thrill.
Whatever tomorrow brings, we’ll sing the song together.

The Drink

A toast to our youth, it’s all we have, at this moment.
Our livers open, with no protest, we smile in war.
It’s pitch black, inside, we sit back, and let it take over.
Fear of growing older, because our goals seem so far away.
Sometimes, I wish things would be different; instead of drinking, we could be thinking of new theories, instead of thinking of old series.
Old series, that can only put the pieces to the past.
I hate to break it to you, but the drink, it won’t last.
The poison will, and we’re sinking fast.

Try to understand my words, they’re slurred, but make sense.
It wasn’t the first, or the third, but the fifth that made logic exist.
For once, things are alright.
The cancer can finally breathe.
I know things are out of the box, but what’s stock without someone to invest?
What’s a chest without a heart to rest?
I’m blessed, really.
I could’ve been with my uncles, drinking in hell, but for my father’s sake; I stayed out of the cell, didn’t dwell in the beer of my kin, passed the gin, for water is the well that won’t leave me dry.
In time; I’ll figure it out, the signs will tell.
But tonight; I don’t drink for them, I drink for myself.