Heat

Warmth, radiating from my core,
Like pouring acid into water for Molarity six,
Dripping sweat rips down my back,
Serrated beads that form rivers,
But I still sip my tea, wonder why.

Who I Shall Love

May I tell you who my love will be,
A gentle soul whose force unseen,
Tender and showing in her love of me,
So please let me tell you who my love will be,

May I tell you who my love will be,
An understanding woman, conservative yet free,
Lover of thoughts, poems, music, and philosophy,
So please let me show you who my love will be,

May I show you who my love will be,
Soft eyes and flowing lock, an assumed pedigree,
Shapely yet fit because, health is key,
So please let me show you who my love will be,

May I show you who my love will be,
She will love my parents and all the family,
Start one of our own as we were meant to, see,
So now you know who my love will be.

Tensions

Sometimes I feel so close
So dangerously close
To forsaking all and releasing
Thrashing out, tearing, breaking,
Building that rage every day
The outlashing is inevitable
Like breaking every will
Testament, desire or need
Wrecking the roots of myself
Going lucid and rampant
While this tension tenses
Like twisting the worlds biggest
Rubber band a billion times
Pulling it taught just
And refusing it its own release
Forcing it to hold back
All of its force

A Fine Day

One fine day, as I was strolling,
Young woman came to say, "who's controlling?"
Soft and beautiful is she, I can play,
So this is what I say to she, like clay,

"Who's controlling you ask?
Dr. Rev. Dervant my dear,
What a fine day this is."
And I left her walk past

Turned back to me said she,
"Dr. Rev. Dervant? Who is he?"
I decided to explain it very clear,
"He is the one controlling you see."

Perplexed her tender face stares,
"That makes no sense so who cares."
Looking deep into her pool blue eyese,
I say, "He decided who lives or dies."

Taking a deepened breath....

6/20/2012

Inhale the cool dry winds
Feel it send icicles to your lungs
Calming expulsion traces out
Warmth from within my cloud
Intake again friend with focus

The Last Poem About You

This is the last poem I will ever write about you,
Every poem before this that has been about you,
Retracted from me all poems written about you,
Each one, joyeux or tres mauvais, it is not important,
So read this, cry every time, because you too,
And no it was love, so cry just one time.

Your kiss still upon my lips sweet lamb,
Even your hug still lingers on my chest, sweet lamb,
Unsung is my love and why i had to do this,
Near to my heart, sweet lamb, i hold you dear,
Grant me forgiveness for the suffering i caused.

Hold

Hold it deep within, That's right young child,
Hold that pain until your heart will burst,
Let your critical self slash out contained,
Cutting up what you have built internally,
Burning it down and spitting on the ash,
The tears nourish the growing cancer,
Don't let them out or soul shall be claimed,
That's right, very good, feed the disease,
In or out it spreads as mold on decomposition,

"I love her, yet must let her go, for the good of us both,
I will build up a wall and seal off the memory of,
Bury it like a toxic waste I wish to bathe in daily,
But I love her!, And so this cross I must bare,
I can only hope that she can find strength,
For her burden is much for, but not I, survived,
But knowing that this is what must be done,
Gives comfort in the eyes of everyone observing,
Yet is not a supportive knowledge for the suffering."

So hold it deep within young child, that's right,
Bury it into the depth of what you conceive,
And do not allow this memory a true fight,
For a sense of calmness is yet to receive.