Lost Words

All of my past lovers are poems 
Lost words in my realm of existence 
They were all bitter yet pleasant 
Tears but laughter in a transparent neutral essence 
These poems of mine are much of an acceptable regret that I inevitably advocate 
The love sounds were all a mere mantra that are now antiquated 
Cold spiritual cardiovascular origins often return to rekindle what’s long been fatigued 
 The reason why it’s hard to breath is because my past forces me to wear my heart on my sleeve   
Torn poems ripped into the pockets of my jeans 

Her Dance 

I can imagine you dancing 
Shifting to the music in my head 
I notice your vibe 
The freedom of your legs and hands 
I sit here and melt away 
Leave me in the summers shade 
I enjoy your liberation in the roses as the sound plays 
Nothing else exist 
I want to feel nothing in this world but your kiss 
The pain in the world means nothing at this moment 
The moment where ignorance is bliss 

Damaged Worlds Puppets 

There are so many puppets being controlled 
Imperialist goals with problematic goals 
Leader trolls the societies torment
Longing over the demented and tarnished 
Tangled under a spell that they can not spell 
Promising bells but they do not ring 
A haze my eyes harvest 
Voodoo children melt in this political garbage   
How can they shoot their own targets 
Big shoes won’t fill 
Forefathers ashamed of the darkness  

You Have The Sun But Want The Moon

I’m the darkness you crave 
You can’t run away 
Even your love knows the way you feel about me
Wanting what you shouldn’t have 
Forbidden fruit with seductive laughs 
Your time is valued by the sun yet you’re curious of the moon 
Dwelling in what life consumes 
The person that looks you in the eyes every morning is a burden on your passion 
A touch of rain breathes out in a erratic fashion 
I’m simply just a jungle in your book 
Not merely a chapter or a page 
I’m only a night of your day 
I can never be your nite in any gleaming shiny armor of ways 
Poison to what you stand for angelic woman 
You’re the only person that can stop what’s ever coming 
Venom in the prestige of your endowment 
What we once had is tacit indulgence washed away where no one can find it 
Pandora’s box hidden by a secret that’s not really kept 
Smoking mirrors in the flesh 
You want your pain to be pounded away by the key held by the dungeons owner 
The thought that maintains in your head repeat through the next reaping morning 
What to do now
What is the way out 


Spiritual Headphones 

Looking for me?
You can find me in my headphones.
Lost in the vibrations, floating in my independent world as my soul roams. 
My reality is a contemporary melody.
The space that I ramble is a tune of relief. 
If only the outside world could be in this moment. 
Everything is right for a change.
The beat in my ear matches the rhythm in my chest. 
The heart synchronized to the ear drum that pounds for another breath. 
My music keeps me alive as I wave my temple in grace. 
Left, right, I swiftly catch chills in my face. 
This euphony is a part of me, and nobody can take it away.