Caught in the Cross Fire

Camouflage in a war of desire

A love triangle

United in hearts battle

Glorified victory of soul of love

Honor belongs to no one

Trenches can’t conceal deceit

Inglorious esteem breathes contempt

Noble pride reaps sin

Tempestuous passions erupt

Hedonistic sojourns grief of dying love

Evoking a pledge of allegiance

Careless loyalty abandons hope

Resurrect a grave of loneliness

Obituary of lies fall from lips

Self- indulgent remorse

Shadows forgiveness

Freedom sounds for whom

Illicit acts caught in a moment of time

Revile intelligence of common sense

Eons of casualty of heart lie in a vacant field

            Caught in the cross fire

Bedroom Scenes

Scene one, he entered the bedroom candles danced off her

naked body as she lay poised

Sensually exposing the secret of herself

Scene two, slowly he maneuvered his was over to where

she rested looking down into eyes no

Color could describe

Scene three, she reached up and seductively placed her hand

on the passionate part of his body

Watched as his eyes closed ever so slightly

Ummm she thought to herself, he was now hard putty in her hands

Scene four, he unhurriedly begins to undress stripping for her

he knew this would get her off

Removing the last barrier letting her eyes feast on his manhood

their eyes then met ‘come to me the spider said to the fly’

Scene five, hunger for rapture sent them both on a journey to conquer  

Scene six, intertwined their body’s rocked to

New emotions not defined by nature

Scene seven, sounds echoed and bounced off the walls

matting call could be heard in all directions

Scene eight, sweat poured from their pores still they kept on going for

more carnal pleasure

Scene nine, positions they performed rivaled the Karma Sutra

passions continued to roar

Scene ten, can’t be mentioned let’s just say the scene ended

With two people satiated and resting up for scene eleven...

November

Changing colors

Leaves fallen to the ground

Sound of wind so smooth

Coldness seeps within

Eyes beholding the beauty

The sky unabashed in maturity

Frozen tear drops

Blanket of white covers naked earth

Smoke bellow from a lonely chimney stack

Inside fire roars in the hearth

Warm and contented some are

The rest look for and not get

Delicious aromas fill the air

Hungry bellies growl in the distance

Wishing for a place to call home

Night falls

Another November day has come to an end

Portrait

He walked into the club and there she stood

Her back to him beauty etched in every inch

A portrait to be painted

A song to be harmonized

Poetry of loveliness

His emotions he tried to conceal

Never before had he witness such sensuality

All he wanted to do was touch her

To see if she was real

He imagined his hands on her body

Lips tasting the sweetness of her core

Fantasies danced before his eyes

Becoming bold he took a step towards her

Started to reach a hand out to touch her

His vision of exquisiteness

Utopia standing there for him

To possess

With a change of mind he let his

Hand fall back to his side

Fearing he wasn't worthy of this goddess

He turned and walked away

Never seeing her face

But the portrait of her

Always remained in his mind

Chasing Paper Airplanes

I sit I watch waiting for the chance to catch whispers

Floating in the air

Sky azure white clouds dance between the sun and earth

Days shorten still I sit I watch

Making wishes futile if I’m to believe

Happiness is just a dream

Catch a falling tear drop on fingertip

I sit I watch

Breathe in breathe out

In the light of day things are clear

Gaze up at the heavens

Wondering if God really does exist

Say a prayer if He does maybe He will hear

Retrace my thoughts

I sit I watch

A little girl lost

A young woman found

A bitter pill goes down with a spoon of honey

Is life on a merry go round?

Spinning to infinity

I sit I watch

Finality to a days end

Chasing paper airplanes

The Idea of You

It’s not you that I miss

Not your smell or your scent

It isn’t even your presence

There’s just something that keeps the idea of you alive

For good or bad haven’t quite fished through that one yet

Still the memories float around in my mind

Ideas of what I wished you to be yet you were

Never meant to be

Sunset walks along the shore climb Mt. Everest

Swim the Atlantic Ocean

Ideas only formulated in my dreams

Steamy sweat soaked sheets

Hands roaming over my body

Ideas of a lover who knew how to make

Love and receive it back

Desire so strong I smelled it

Before I caught a whiff of you

Ideas of only what I hoped to form

Into reality stay hidden in the idea of you

Adios

No tears fall from eyes

No sad reflection of what could have been

Memories dashed to stone

Old songs don’t evoke passion

Life has a new clarity didn’t see before

Hidden behind closed metaphors

Strength from within replaced weakness

Sins washed away being born again

Hate waste of energy replaced with positivity

Tomorrow ushers in new beginnings

Yesterday vanished in the rain

Future I can say adios to pain

Adios to emotional hell

Adios to spirit weary and trodden under

Adios to the prison cell

Created by a demented warden  

Adios, adios, adios, adios