My departure

I sit on the softest part of my bed,
stipulating million excuses to explain your absence.
The clock strikes midnight,
shall i go to bed?

I remain reluctant,
unwilling to retreat to rest.
My impatience rises,
i'm going mad.

Your careful,
well planned tactics worked.
The record plays,
i listen to my story as it unveils.

My strong senses,
betrayed me once again.
I fight to undercover my mistake,
to avail i loose once again.

If torture is what you seek,
i'm suffering more than obvious,
oh, my shameless demasculation.
I rise my white flag.

My work of architecture now gone,
each stroke and mold delayed.
Incomplete canvass,
beyond abstract it lays.

My life has been destroyed,
no need to save.
Inconsolable i lay,
praying for pity and guidance.

I'm in need more than they think,
perhaps a shot  may do.
The earth shall swallow me,
and in its abyss to keep.

I can taste the fire,
so strong and soothing.
I'm burning deep within but i don't mind,
for an oasis i keep within.

I depart from earth as easy as 123,
independent and bold.
You may judge me but i don't mind.
For its my life a non devotion to minds.

Oh careful seeker,
stealer of dreams.
Have no pity on me,
i'm more stagnant and delirious as it seems.

A hymn of love

The joyous fluctuation that occurs within us,

is nothing primitive.

That eccentric conduction,

Flowing within our veins,

makes us one is a clear modernity.

The interconnectivity of our hands,

Sharing the equal needs of each.

The interchange of our warmth,

A conductive unity.

The exchange of oxygen,

each intake of breaths making

Our breathing similar.

Oh, thy heavens reached!

A pulsating unity.

Our interlocked gaze,

Captivating and naïve.

A hypnotizing serenity,

 yielding thoughts so brave.

Effective telepathy,

Same wants,

Same needs.

The same path, no diversion,

One way, one road.

The racing beats of our hearts,

a harmonizing melody.

The song of life,

The hymn of passion.

The colors of a poet

Hues so dark and compelling.
Vibrancy takes control.
My color,
 the colors of a poet.

Evergreen forest,
nature tranquil secret.
Life embedded,
so sweet it is life.

Turquoise calm,
mad in distraught.
loving in serenity.

The dark side,
hidden within.
words so strong,
like the winds on winter.

Bright maroon,
expressive and strong.
Love so pure,
ever pouring voyage.

Pale assonance,
the soft side.
Patient and humble,
invisible but there.

The colors,
our identities.
Our stories behold,
the colors of a poet.

As i sit here in my sofa,
i think of you.
I see the bright caressing rays of the sun,
i feel it in my face,
kissing me softly.

I think of you and i see the sunset.
slowly going,
darkness overtaking.

The cold air comes in within,
making my insides freeze.
My thoughts fade,
my life ends.

A drop falls to the ground,
dust takes it within.
I sit, there in the sofa.

Its all gone, and lamenting.
Tears run like the river.

Mort de l'amour

Stabbing me deep,
You stay.
Right in front of me.
A contra-reflection,
isomers.

My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.

I look within,
Darkness still.
coldness,
a condensation.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

Falling delicately,

i loose control.

No motor coordination,

lost and gone.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

Dust rises,

enveloping me within,

a common arrival,

dramatic scenery.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

A casted shadow,

distinct overcasts me.

Cool and assuring.

Irony?

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

My battle lost,

no regrets.

Weapons still charged,

my heart pours down to you.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

My last breath,

rises in the air.

My last scream for love,

never accepted.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled. 

Mort de l'amour

Like a frame,
it held me.
I stood there.

Menacing gracefully,
it bit me.
I bore the kiss.

Conscious cuts,
it carved me.
I remained still.

Pattern over pattern,
it caressed my skin,
i indulged.

Aghast, a new me.
No convention,
a conversion,
unbalanced equation.

A will

It was foretold,
engraved in stone,
bestowed upon,
no choice.


Illuminating prophesy,
so dark decree,
expressive spree,
a heresy.


The writing suffice,
the memoir complete,
a masterpiece under a pseudonym,
everlasting epiphany.


Inspiring guide to few,
appraised control,
a criticized manuscript,
detached and red.


Unplanned facts,
unmarked and out of track,
a mistake they say,
that cost a life,
clear impotence.


Clouded thoughts arise,
no turning back,
a requiem,
stereotyped and dull.