eighteen.

speakless.

i don't want to be speechless
when i am in your presence.

i want my words to be a present
so i will present them mildly.

with meekness. soft vocals.
stern words. less and less.

inviting your speech to join.
to make my mind unfold.

i just want to speak. less.

seventeen.

toddler.

i watch you play. crawl. roll. fall.
wearing a smile the color of Joy.

i look into your eyes and i wonder
what keeps you clothed in that smile.

you giggle. your eyes squint. your four
teeth are exposed to me and warm me.

you inspire me to play. crawl. roll. fall.
to wear a smile the color of Joy always.

you have imprinted on my heart some
type of liberation that frees me, freely.

you will change the world.
you have changed mine.

sixteen.

rain touching rain.

watching the rain hit the sidewalk.
splatter and multiply and settle.
seeping into the rubble of concrete
attempting to soften its hardness.

rolling slowly, maneuvering through
the cleansed cracked crevices in sight.
comforting the constanly walked on
concrete. letting it know, it cares.

rain touching rain touching concrete.
to ease the pain. to release the pain.
to teach and love then to evaporate.

until they meet again.

fifteen.

exclusive.

what good would i be if i were your shining star, in the daytime?

fourteen.

read all about it.

publishing the secured stories buried in between

the crevices of my soul and the cracks of your spirit.

chapters of dusted folklore and pages painted with poems.

sentences skating on homonyms, flirting with synonyms.

subjects pouring out its whereabouts to predicates.

causes pushing punctuations to their effects.

i'm publishing the secured stories buried in between

the crevices of my soul and the cracks of your spirit.

pictures blemished with distorted fairy tales.

words stained with deviated parables.

this is about to be the best-seller.

make sure you pick up a copy.

thirteen.

no words. 3

twelve.

no words. 2

eleven.

nature.

"let's lay and watch the river flow."

your feet next to mine.

your eyes magnetized by the sky.

my palms planted in the blades of the grass.

sunset pressing up against our eyes.

sunflowers swaying left to right in the air.

ripples of the river running after rainbows.

in the presence of the harmonious environment.

shooting luster into the stars of darkness.

flowing with the vibe of the breeze.

as we lay ... and watch the river flow.

ten.

protection.

sincerity in this field.

crops filled with honesty.

fertilizing wisdom.

devotional wheat sprouting.

harvesting loyalty.

devouring righteousness as a delicacy.

digesting integrity.

disposing treachery.

protection from duplicity.

nine.

lines.

pick up line.

pick-up line.

pick up, line.

carrying the lines that lied.

carrying the lines that divide.

carrying the lines that hide.

writing rhymes on the lines i picked up.

eight.

pouring out.

this chord will pour out all the prayers

in a silent song i wrote two nights ago.

lyrical inclination causing a disruptive

vibration in the ears of the One who listens.

this melody will drip every syllable of this tune

on to the record i bought for my every thought.

i am tipping over and pouring out the confusion,

the delusion, the illusion that was bottled up. in me.

spilling. tipping. pouring it out. to You.

seven.

building.

on foundations, i'm building.
no more dilapidating, just building.

holding, reaching, pulling closer to
the vision i dreamt about, on a platform.

higher than the elevation i felt elevating.
fundamentally rearranging my mentally driven emotions.

on foundations that grasp purpose. seek wisdom.
capturing images of righteousness in the lenses of

You.

six.

no words.1

five.

overjoyed.

worth joy price you.

distances far reach i.

tickled drums on trees.

come top for us.

overjoyed, i am, yes.

words dancing in circles.

can't place them in order.

no uniform. no order.

read signs in fly.

time jump under love.

forever box of captures.

stripes stand for rights.

overjoyed, i am, yes.

words dancing in circles.

can't place them in order.

no uniform. no order.

four.

concubine.

she didn't choose to live life this high

up in clouds. shooting heroin in each

of her cumulus veins. serving up

portions of her bosoms. for free.

she was a divine concubine.

divided between pride and misery.

she was a divine concubine.

searching for complete Divinity.

three.

sunset kisses, sunrise dipping.

peeked outside of the window at dawn.

and the sunset kissed my eyes so gently.

it aroused my iris and teased my senses.

grazed across my lips in a tantalizing pattern.

undressed the coverings of disdain from my cranial.

masked my envy with a precious ray of warmth.

warming me. warming me. warning me

that it was soon to dip into its comfy abode

for another seven hours underneath my slumber.

warning me and telling me, not to be attatched to its

sensuous care. its merciful stare. its drunken dare.

it warned me to not become sprung until spring.

i was addicted.

its arrival was scripted.

i made sure i met it

at sunrise all the way until it

dived back into the black sea.

tempting my eyes to turn green.

black sea held you so much longer than me.

caused flares of jealousy to arise within me.

but you warned me. sunrise. you warned me.

sun dried, i became mesmerized and sun dried

all at the same. exact. time.

as i watched you take a leap, and dive. into the black sea.

my window still invites you to rise and surprise my eyes.

glide up against my pane and leave a grain of your sun rays.

present to me a piece of your embraceable peace.

extend to me a sunset kiss, before your sun rise dips.

two.

here i come.

plucking butterflies from your eye lids.

pinching dragon flies out of your lips.

pressing the fragrance of roses onto your tongue.

puncturing your lungs into the blades of flames.

popping loyalty bubbles over your unfaithfulness.

pumping into your vessels the life of Love.

preparing to resuscitate your daunting desires.

properly programming the finishing touch of your pleasures.

piercing bountiful bouquets of beauty in your brain.

get ready for it all. here i come.

one.

life on your planet.

i am an alien.

entering your foreign planet.

my eyes scoped your environment.

noticed attractive craters sculpted.

perfectly. fittingly. in all the right places.

exploring all the right places.
deep down in between our faces.

in the crack of your eyes.

i envision escaping.

a discrete image sketched of expression.

full-toned cognac colored creature.

i've entered your planet, unexpected.

i'm exploring you, without rejection.

skin detached from planet earth.
feelings residing in sensations hearse.

life on your planet is beyond conception.