POETRY: AN IMPONDERABLE BEAUTY DECENDED FROM ABOVE

Harmony played in my hands today; 
in the wake of a shimmer 
where a marigold sky weakened 
behind the horizon's embrace.
Then a pouring of twilight blue
assumed her nocturnal commitment.

An imponderable beauty decended from above.

He swayed through spheres 
that imploded every challenge assembled. 
He patiently immunized my lonely soul. 
He sang me a melody of succumbing 
to the oddities of love: implausible to my ears,
I knew the words.

He bordered near the sight of insanity,
and asked if I could take his hand and join him there; 
somewhere, in infinity's cradle, 
to the paradise of our choice, 
where we could vaunt this miracle 
to journal, and enlighten those
who seek nothing but the semblance
of this adventure.

With convictions trickling, like the raindrops
that began to fall, we stood seductively drawn
to the chemistry of nature's whim.



2

She courses through the canyons of my desire 
A raging twisting torrent of temptation 
Aching to leap the chiseled banks of propriety 
Filling the chasm of sanity with the vastness of her beauty. 

She wanders through my everyday 
Pausing occasionally to gaze wide-eyed at the world 
A wisp of hair falling upon her brow 
Enchanting me with her electricity 

And I dream 

She strides upon the sands of the shore 
Each grain touched by the grace of her gait. 
As the sea beckons with its ceaseless cry, 
Wavelets kissing her toes 
A smile forms upon her countenance 
As the realization of her femininity emerges. 

For she is a woman 
A little girl, a daughter child of light 
A woman 
Blessing the world around her with her beauty 
As she defines love. 

She knows not as yet the power she wields 
Yet she is all powerful 
In her every aspect. 

She wanders through my thoughts and dreams 
And I am humbled by her elegance 
My words lose all meaning in her presence 
As she epitomizes my heaven 
And circumscribes my paradise. 

She realizes not her beauty 
Nor her effect 
As she thunders through the ravaged ravines of my heart. 
Worshipped, she should be 
For she is deserving of all that life offers 
Yet she asks for nothing 

She is a woman loved 
A woman honored 
She defines the goddess 
And the goddess is she. 

And I dream. 

Her reflection colors my being, 
Her sweet, sweet song echoes through the canyons of my existence, 
As her hair bounces joyously with her laughter 
She personifies the perfection of a woman 
Existing on the plane of love 
She tenderly surveys her surroundings with devotion 
Lightheartedly tossing her head 
With that carefree smile that only she possesses 
She possesses me. 

And I dream 

That I will dwell 
In the canyon of the Goddess.

3

How can I find a way
To show my love for you?
Words could never reach that far
Nor depth of care convey.
What then? A look? A touch?
A tender kiss? Can this reveal it all?
Only as a single flake
Reflects a Winter's fall.

My life is all I have
To touch this love that's grown.
Draw this blade across my veins
Release this life I've known.
My dying breath I offer you
For one last loving kiss.
In all I do, or think, or feel
I honour you, Princess

4

Seasonal lover that comes in every summer
Walks the streets with untraceable steps
She dazzles every eye like a beam of light
Portraying the reflection of angels with sight

Captivating is it, to see her shining teeth
That illuminates the minds of all wandering feet
Her voice transforms negative thoughts to positive actions
And elucidates the quintessence of hidden solitude

Once in a while she comes with flowers and roses
With fragrance and lasting smell for all to sniff
With irrefutable prints she walks into every heart
To sweep and vacuum all the filth inside

Once in a blue moon she besieges the streets
Manifesting a stream of perfect serenity
The stillness commemorating the liberty she brings
Reveals the tenderness inherent in her infinite smile

When she leaves there's concomitant discontentment
Of having to live alone till the next season
Conspicuious is it to live in this painful suspense
Till the summer is ushered in, when she'll be back


5

Our minds swirl 
becoming one 
with the wind 

fluently speaking
the silent language 
favored by lovers

where neither question 
nor answer exists 
...or matters

where undying love 
dances radiantly 
in shared gazes

where we softly touch 
one another with 
mirrored moonbeams



6

This face that's on the outside
is just the face you see
The real me on the inside
is the one that's really me
This face that's on the outside
looks happy as can be
But the me that's on the inside
is crying silently

This face that's on the outside
doesn't give a clue
Of the love that's on the inside
longing so for you
But this face that's on the outside
is the only one to be..
Until the day you love me
then the real me you will see

7

Walking slowly amidst the falling Autumn leaves,
I think of you in that strange land- so dry, 
So stark and full of sand. 

Softly I kiss the wind and send it your way
Hoping that the breeze will caress you lightly 
And you will feel the presence of my love by the kiss in the wind.

Yes, you will feel my love by my kiss in the wind



8

"It is essential to get drunk all the time. 
That's all: there is no other problem. 
If you do not want to feel the appalling weight of time 
which breaks your shoulders and bends you to the gound, get drunk, 
and get drunk again....."

Do not get drunk. Only get drunk if it is on the taste of love, 
and get drunk on love if you know for sure it is love and not lust. 
If it is love, you will never be sad around that person, 
the very thought of that person will put a smile on your face 
and a extra perk in each step you take.

You will look forward to each day you will spend with that person, 
to each sunrise and sunset that comes with that day. 
You will notice the beauty in the small things in life, 
and be forever grateful for the things you take for granted. 
If you feel these things, my love, only then may you get drunk 
on the taste of love.

And now to you i say this: Put down the book of hate and sadness 
that you hold in your hand at this moment, 
never to look at it again while the one you love is in your life. 
Talk to that person about how you feel about them, 
family, your future, and everything else that matters to you. 
Love the person as much as possible and be the person you were 
before the book of hate and sadness.



9

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the one you're thinking of. Sometimes I 
wonder if I'm the one you will always love. I treat you the best 
way I can, I'm trying to protect myself too. I don't want to wind up
hurt like so many times before. I gave my heart to you, now all 
I ask is for you to love me like I love you. I know that you can't 
give a promise of no pain, no tears, no feelings hurt. Just trust 
in me like I do in you, and you will see all the love I have for you.
I am reaching out for your heart, in return I'll give you mine, 
but is your heart free to give? You say that you love me, but love 
can mean so many things. Can I cry on your shoulder when in pain? 
Can I turn to you for shelter in the rain? Love is all about putting 
someone else first, could you tell me what your love is worth? 
Is it worth more that all the gold in the world? The clouds in 
the sky? The sun up above? The moon and all the stars at night? 
Is it worth all that money can buy, and then some? It is to me...
There are some that do not approve of the love we share, but to me 
my love,I do not care. You are my moon and stars at night. You are 
my everything. I love you and I'm going to treat you right.

10

Lights flickering in distant skies...
I think of you; my body cries.
My heart is whole; my wishes few.
Life would be nothing
without you.
A gentle breeze upon the wind,
your gentle touch upon my skin...
I carry it with me wherever I go
through warm, summer rains
and early Autumns snow.
This love surrounds me
like the warmth of the sun.

11

When I heard her,
it sounded like the
choir of angels in heaven
were proclaiming her being.

When I saw her,
I couldn't picture
anything else, but
endless and pure love.

When I smelled her,
a gentle breeze 
with the scents of roses and lilacs
encompassed the area.

When I touched her,
the smoothness of her
skin released all the emotions
that were within her & me.

When I tasted her lips,
it was like food from God
and experiencing passion.
It was desirable.

But these are only lost senses of her.


12

From the day we were born to the present,
We should find more ways to love our parents,
days come by fast from dawn to the moon's crescent,
we never know when disaster will come like strong currents,

Problems will come to us all,
Strong and humble,
our parents will be there to help, in order for us not to fall,
they give us directions that help us not to crumble,

Grunting words that they fear,
the values they taught us we should always keep in mind,
They say things that go in one ear and out the other ear,
listen carefully and don't leave them behind,

Our Love for them should be ineffable,
for our parents give us affection which is so incredible!

13

I looked,
Thought I saw,
What did I see?
I still do not know.
I caught a glimpse,
Something hopeful and bright,
Leaving the mind to ponder
What great things may come.
Take a leap
If you dare,
Throw your heart out
And lift it with prayer,
You think it's floating,
You believe it to be grand,
You feel like
The world is in your hand.
One day you pause,
Begin to look around,
Question what you thought,
Soon begin to wonder,
Was it ever what I pondered?
One day it comes,
Hits you, leaves you breathless, 
Pounding on your chest,
Leaving not an ounce inside,
Not enough to shed a tear.
What you once saw,
What you believed to be true,
What you thought possible,
Everything that could have been,
Is not what is,
Is not what was,
May it ever be?
Perhaps, but only time will tell.

14

Through time and space, the heart drifts to its resting place,
Only to soar to heights, that the mind cannot imagine.
Where logic and reason give chase,
And many people are lost in a chasm.

Rare is the love where two hearts are entwined,
As not to rush ahead so the other is not left behind.
To feel the effects of love as to taste an intoxicating wine,
To bare ones soul, heart, and mind.

Who can add beauty to a lovely flower?
Only a fool tries
Each petal and blossom has drawn me closer this hour,
You are the fragrance that fills my senses 
and beauty that has captured my heart and eyes.

15

Love is on my mind
Love,
That would be you.
Mystical enchanted thoughts permeate my soul
Kinda like a dream that consumes,
wants to become.

Victory is only a step away
if I can believe 
and trust it to be true.

Growth is what I seek
Nirvana,
The highest level,
attainment,
mutual connection of souls.

Flights of fancy take hold 
and whisk me to far away reaches
Soaring amongst the clouds,
I look and you are with me.

POETRY: SHE IS MY MATE, SHE IS MY SOUL

I think back in time to when we were just kids
Playing childish games and throwing our fits.
I was always the one to push you around
Then mom or dad would come in, and lay the law down.

Our parents always taught us the good from the bad
And to keep up the faith when hard times made us sad.
We look back now at the things we did wrong
The mistakes we made then, that have now made us strong.

It just doesn't seem like it was so long ago
All the knock-knock jokes and "I told you so's".
We're still kids at heart, but we are now fully grown.

I don't look at you the same as I did in those days
We're not children anymore with our spiteful ways.
We are there for each other when life gets real tough
Knowing what respect means and understading the word "love".

The tables have turned and I look up to you now
You're not a little kid anymore, you're my inspiration somehow.
I know I love you more than I did way back then
And though you may be my sister, you are now my best friend.

2

we enter and exit our dreams,
like the tide touching sand on the shore.
whetting our appetite for each other's love,
wanting to taste more.

"have I lost my mind," I said,
checking the mirror that was my soul,
but the only answer returned was
'seek that which is your goal'.

I knew before the question was asked
that she was my answer, and then
I exited my fitful sleep
and entered her paradise again.

3

Two hearts beating alone,
Each one, beating on their own.
Then from the distance
Both hearts walked the path of least resistance.

Taking a different trail,
Wondering where they would go
And to their surprise and avail,
They saw each other, now they know.

These two hearts may stand alone,
But now they no longer beat on their own.
They share their hopes and dreams and fantasies,
They believe they can conquer all the open seas.

Together they walk,
On the same path, sharing their love 
They have a friendship, they always will talk,
They believe in the spirit above.

When you listen to your heart,
You will find love even though you may be apart.
So listen my heart, please lead the way,
For I found my other half the other day.

So now I don't need to beat alone, 
For my heart is no longer a half but a whole
Because this other half has shown
That she is my mate, she is my soul.

4

I am terrified to death,
So scared to let you see
All of these weaknesses
Inside of me.

If I ever opened up,
Would you even care?
Or would you turn and walk away,
And leave me standing there?

I am overcome with all these emotions,
I don't even know where to start.
They are tearing up my insides,
And ripping me apart.

There are so many things I feel, 
And I really want you to know,
But most of these things I can't reveal,
Because I'm scared to let them show.

5

In this world of feathers and stones we find ourselves
surrounded and at odds at every turn.
We fall in Love and embrace each other while others throw stones.
Those who have never felt love as true and as soft as a feather 
will never know how love and scorn can hurt.
We wake each day with dreadful thoughts, 
for we are not at home but must endure the stones.
The turmoil I feel not being by her side to protect her from these stones
causes madness to run through my veins.

In this world of feathers and stones, 
there must be a place for ones such as we,
protected from the stones and covered by feathers.
If I could, I'd build a wall of feathers 
to protect her from the stones of scorn.
Her beauty runs deep; I can see her in my mind, protected 
by these feathers, her eyes alive with her love for me.
If I could, I would gladly take all the stones upon myself, knowing 
that with each stone, she is safe from the pain of others.

I ask myself each night as I lie awake and alone, 
what have we done to deserve these stones?
How can love be such a hateful stone.
The agony of understanding feathers and stones is ours and ours alone. 
So I dream of her and gather feathers. 
Her beauty and our love will endure,
regardless of these stones.

6

Saturday Morning
Laying in your arms
The warmth so alluring
My heart is charmed

Saturday Morning
Your hands caress my flesh
You, I am longing
With you, I am blessed

Saturday Morning
My eyes fill you
Apart of me belonging
To the heart I always knew

7

Woke up this morning 
in someone else's eyes
a deep and brooding soul
lost in heavy and expecting sighs
that wrap me in soft arms.

There is no rest in the nights
sounds tap 

tap... tap

a tune 
on my mind 
and in my sight
comes the memory of you walking closer 

tripping 

fast heart beats
louder and clearer in this thing
that traps me with its heat

a past, strangling the future as your

whispers torture me endlessly
let it fall over me and away
please let it finally see
that it's ended 
and long past.

Wish anything meant something
but as daylight washes away the night
there it is again 

nothing

passing over my skin as it settles 
into my blood and bone 
where it began

waiting for it to end.



8

Lust or Love is something people seem to have backwards.
There is a big difference between the two subjects.
Lust is an inner sexual feeling 
everyone encounters throughout their entire life.
Lust is also a feeling 
which seems to last for a couple of minutes or more.
It seems to be a temporary incident 
that happens on purpose to either individuals.
Now love, on the other hand, comes deep from within your heart.
It is also a feeling that dosen't last a couple of minutes,or secounds.
It can last a lifetime of constant passion and fulfillment 
of happiness it has to offer.
So make the right choise out of the two.

9

A Man and a Woman; 
both torn in between the cracks of compassion
Two Souls 
combined in a universe of faltering emotions.
The Woman, 
with no question, nor uncertainty of what she tastes.
The Man, 
who builds up confusion as a wall, turns his head the other way.
The Woman, 
brought into a world where her senses are consumed by love.
The Man, 
who may never want to venture a good thing,
And fails to face 
what the woman really wants and craves.
If he allows her to enter his world, 
he allows her to love him unconditionally...
The woman, 
in awe of his existence alone, but heart broken,
For she has already entered that world, 
and cannot turn back.
Frustration soaks up inside of her, 
only to bring disillusion.

Two Souls 
combined in an eternally powerful relationship...

One, a Woman, 
who gives her heart in despair, because she fears his loss,
Scared she will loose his spirit, 
his heart, his insight, his totality
To something he is not sure of, 
or does not crave as much as she does.

Another, a Man, 
who might have given up on what could have been true love,
But has not given up 
on what is and always will be a secure friendship.
Grateful to have met such a unique woman, 
but blinded to what she desires.

And so, in the end...
Two Souls 
are combined and tied in a sturdy, never-ending friendship...
But soon, passion is bound to creep out from it's hiding place, 
and bound to find a way
Into the combined souls of the Man and the Woman, 
never to disappear and always to remain a part of them. 
Destiny has chosen them to meet, 
but they must choose what path to take, 
And that path will impact them both for eternity..

10

The night beckoned me to wake the fire inside
When a distant soul summoned my heart to beat
To the rhythm of a whisper so beautiful, so complete
It ablazed the crimson ember deep within,
Caressing two tainted souls that begged to be forgiven,
Connecting two far souls that longed to be side by side.

LOVE LETTER: I DON'T THINK YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I REALLY DO LOVE YOU:

(I CLOSE MY EYES AND I PICTURE MY SOULMATE....I JUST WISH I KNEW WHO SHE WAS)

I don't think you have any idea how much I really do love you.

When you are near me you make me feel unlike any other feeling I have ever known. I can't really explain, it's more than words can express. All I know is I never wanna leave that feeling go. I never wanna leave you go. You are everything I have ever wanted and so much more. I never thought that in a million years I could find the perfect one and here I am in your house and I know you are that perfect being, you are the perfect one for me. You are so perfect in so many ways I am unworthy of your love. I have to be the luckiest person in this entire universe to be with you. Poor saps before who let you go, big mistake: one I never plan on making myself, I love you far beyond forever and I will keep you as long as you'll have me.

I wonder if you are getting tired of me yet?? I could be with you from now till forever and enjoy every last second we have. I love laying down with you at night and holding you close to me. I can't get enough of you layin there all sexy and cute and thinking all the time, "Damn, I can't believe how in love I am and she loves me back, we have so much, I never wanna let go" and when you are sitting on the other side of the room, I want you next to me so bad, yet I love sitting over there and looking over at you, your smile and the way you look back usually saying "what?" I just love you and when I say thats what I am thinking, thats really what's going through my head. I am just happy to be here with you!!

LOVE LETTER: A THOUGHT OF YOU RUNS THROUGH MY HEAD

Remember my theory about saying love too many times can diminish the value of the word, well I was wrong my sweet.

It always feels like its being said for the very first time, as though all I ever had to offer to anyone is offered all at once to you, and for an instant, I feel week and powerless, my heart exhausted, but never vulnerable, for I know you will be there to receive my love, and then replenish it each moment a thought of you runs through my head.

LOVE LETTER

what can i say....

you've gotten in my heart--unwillingly. i sit here listening to sappy love songs and i think about you and i think of what we could be. it's funny how one can say these things in a letter, but clam up when actually asked about matters. i told you before, that i like you more than i should. more than i should because i can't--rather won't be hurt.

i've gotten involved in the past for all the wrong reasons and have regretted the decisions. i've never been in dare i say it love. i don't think i'm in love, but jeez, i may be on the verge of it. but i need a gurantee. can i get that? can you tell me things won't end dismally and you won't break my heart into a million pieces??

i put on a front as a man that can't be bothered with relationships, and i think the fact that i credit myself on being such a strong man is part of the reason why i can't see myself fall to this thing called love and emotions. for some reason, i've always interpreted emotions and love as a weakness. and i can't afford to be weak...there are far too many things i want to do with my life, but more so i can't be played for a fool because of some matter of the heart.

but i don't want to push you away, for the first time...i feel something. and it's scary as hell---to know that someone has gotten beyond my walls. i find myself upset when i don't see you, giddy and cheesily smiling when you call--goodness even my voice changes. my friends say it's written all over my face. can it be that the ice heart has melted??

i want you to want me too. i want you to hold me. i want to feel you near me. i want you to love me. i want to be with you, instead of this undefined thing we have going. but i guess that's partially my fault. i always let you know "how busy i am" having to pencil you in for visits.... i suppose you are protecting your heart by not telling me exactly what's in it, but i don't blame you because i'm doing the same thing.....

LOVE LETTER:

ometimes without even trying, I can still remember the way your skin felt, the way your body smelled after the rush of me passed through you. And I know, regardless of the words you will never say that you think about me, even from time to time. Little things remind you of me. I know this. I know this from the way we still electrify each other with our mere presence, the sound of our voices in each other's ears, knowing our bodies are close enough to touch.

You are still at ease with me. I can sense it. More comfortable than I am with you when we are together. The infatuation between us is pulse racing and I am nervous others around us will see the effects you have on my body. I struggle so hard to keep my distance and even harder not to meet your stare when I feel your eyes on me from across a room.

In addition, I will admit that it's difficult for me to let my heart go and convince it that we will never be together. The ache my heart has for you is beyond reason. After all, our coupling would be immoral. It's still hard for me to believe that we would leave the bedroom long enough to be concerned about what was going on in the world around us.

Physically, we are undeniable. The charge of blood to the middle of my thighs every time you enter a room I am in is impossible to close the eyes to; and the throbbing lasts much longer. In fact, sometimes I think it is never going to go away. There have been times I can't help but take a hot bath and play with myself until I cum because I cannot get the consideration of you fucking me out of my mind.

Thinking of you is of course one thing. The fact that there are months and sometimes year spans between when we are with each other for even a couple days makes the anticipation much worse and for that matter, the departure which seems earth shaking to me. There has never been a single goodbye between us that hasn't ended with tears of hopelessness and deep shame stinging my eyes. Before I even leave you I wonder when we will see each other again. It is hours down the highway and handfuls of songs on the radio until I think of anyone or anything but you. Fuck, it is amazingly pitiful.

You didn't know I felt this way, did you? Did you think I convinced myself our times together were a mistake better off forgotten? You are wrong... so wrong. Right now I am wondering if you are going to know what to do after you read this. With you, with me... with us. Of course, you know there will never be an "us" as well as I do – maybe better.

And perhaps I am wrong, you don't ever think of me. Maybe you just want to forget the way my hands, tongue,felt on your body. Maybe you have forgotten how I touched you like no one ever had... What I really want to know is you share these feelings and you can't wait to have a chance alone with me. How you would touch me back... kiss me... how we wouldn't have to worry about not looking into each other's eyes or who was watching.

Maybe next time...

LOVE LETTER: SOMETIMES..........................

Sometimes you'll be standing nearby, and I'll glance over at you, with your back turned slightly to me, putting you at a perfect angle for me to see your gorgeous eyelashes.

You've got eyelashes that girls try for, long and curled just slightly at the ends. I imagine when you kiss me they gently brush my cheek as you close your eyes.

Your eyes... another part of you I love. Whenever you smile, you get these tiny wrinkles around the corners of your eyes, and I think it's the cutest thing in the world. Not to mention the way they always seem to sparkle.

I love your lips. There have been times you were talking to me, and the whole time I was fixated on watching you're lips. Shaped so nicely, soft and warm. And you smile the best out of anyone I know!

Your hair appears soft and silky, I could run my fingers though it as you lay with your head in my lap on a warm afternoon in the park.

You have a strut in your walk, a bounce, a swagger, not egotistical, but playful.

LOVE LETTER: DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CRAVE YOU?

Do you know how much I crave you? Do you know how much I yearn for you? I know our love is beautiful and pure, but it's also wild and hungry. And I know at night you fill my dreams and fantasies. Nothing bends my will like the thought of being in your arms, or you between my thighs. No one can command my body or destroy my will like the touch of your skin. Tonight, as every night, I shall be dreaming about you, your lips on my neck, your hands on shoulders, your waist resting on my thighs, and all the while your eyes on my heart.