Lost in the transition of breath taking....

As we look at each others eyes,

is like a magnet reluctant to the fog 

of darkness,

We get lost in the transition of breath taking,

they don't understand, 

is not fate is faith that such love

will be strong,

Never the less,

i confess is such a stress

what has become,

we created a war within this crate,

they can't never undertake 

such weight that lays,

right on the edge of that river flow,

so strong is that current that threaten us,

They've forsaken the mystery of love,

leaving others hungry,

thirsty of what could have been,

misunderstanding issues that both parties

experience on this long road,

is not a mistake when your heart has spoke,

is not a mistake when the knees get weakened,

as we close our eyes and we feel from far,

the sweet taste of us kissing,

angry words can not replace his absent,

for his beauty is that love he offer,

i get mesmerize looking at him speak,

like some sort art piece,

representing what is love,

sadness arises when the thought of

everything thats been gone,

in the venture of life,

taking my breath away,

Is this pure dust,

that hypnotize the body within,

like is some sort of drug

over powering its deed,

is not a common sense,

is some rare sense,

that the heart, 

the mind,

the body that underage,

and we still fight because

we want to know 

what could be if ???

If is true love....

He lead many groups of defect,

leaving me clueless of what he inspect,

never the less what he expect,

True wisdom come from past mistakes,

past regrets,

past tense,

treating like is a pest,

There is so much to learn,

but nothing has arrived,

i should know best,

kiss don't tell it all,

don't face it all,

don't change it all,

Sober in the figure of speech,

where silence is the loudest of it all,

it speak the truth,

it sense some sort of truce,

still yet we are in war,

fighting for all,

fighting for non,

We still standing,

it doesn't tell you that

is not defeating us,

Can you see pass what we are?

Can you see pass my beauty?

Can you see pass the defect that consume me?

Can you see pass what makes me weak to my knees?

And so lets begin!

lets restrain what retain us from success,

lets love truthful with no sipping to make this sex better,

Lets be honest with each other,

lets understand each other,

with no cure involved,

perhaps our trouble is such,

I see the beauty in you,

you have been poison

million years ago,

and so the rebel age is stuck on you,

and so i can relate,

and so i can pertain,

but i can not sustain,

Love letters will be long lost,

when changes are not made,

perhaps is not what you do,

is how you do it,

with what intentions,

and so the thought is what counts,

A penny for a thought,

many logs float on that river 

with full force to drag us,

and at least i want to think

we are strong enough not to be dragged

with that malicious,

menace found of fault,

If it is true love,

for we won't be logs,

we will be tree,

strong in all season,

nothing will ever over power us...

I feast of pain...

I can feel the winter

heading our way,

I am a winter child

that predicts when the 

summer castle will collapse

at glance,

Is a defense mechanism

to self destruct what i

currently have empower 

to my best knowledge,

of what and how to destruct

such a feeling that makes me

weak to my knees,

Overcoming routine,

is that strong woman in me,

I'll lie if i tell you,

I give it all,

I was born to be numb

to emotions,

to behave in such a freedom,

rumors whisper and so is such

a magnet,

that attract those in need,

never the least,

I foretell that is exact

my deed,

Understand I feast over pain,

strong battle that I fight everyday,

it sound difficult,

but more difficult is 

thinking that is that difficult,

cult of knowledge is required

to deal with such a monster,

So i was created a million years ago,

where winter was cold and

summer was hot,

short season in both,

to keep the balance within,

it is simple,

 I feast of pain,

don't over think it,

it is very simple,

A soft touch,

a master mind,

determine position,

with strong grounds,

intelligence under sleeves,

to surprise the monster out of me,

knowledge of peace,

for that's the key,

to empower the demons in me...

Life is what you make of it....

Hesitations,

lack of motivation,

never the less all excuses made

to not do and so forth,

Everyday is a lie,

lack of acknowledging

the truth for who i really am,

the bad was past,

and so i grew out of all

that venom,

that used to consume me on a daily basis,

Is not a question,

is an answer,

is not rudeness,

is honesty,

is not pity,

is understanding,

is not insensitive,

is the naked truth

of what life is all about,

I stumble very clumsy,

and so i was named,

perhaps i was judged,

the talent was hiding

behind all those criticism,

that attacked me 

even when i sleep,

Quietly i sit and listen,

so much wisdom i had accomplished,

not only because ages of ages i have aged,

but rough feet that sanding them

don't seem to get smoother,

Life is what you make of it,

is not only understanding,

is believing it,

and so is as easy said then done,

but so the road we daily go down,

is un-predictable,

Perhaps a daily prayer

to guide us,

because with faith

we won't stumble,

and it may be so pathetic,

but more pathetic is those daily

constant bad decision that make you

sound like a broken record,

with that word sorry

that you made it have no value,

I may not have many friends,

because i am real,

and so my thoughts,

and so my writing,

and so many words that may come

out of my mouth,

Yes!! with rough edges

but sincere intentions

that want the world to know,

i was born to make history,

with only but the truth,

with a thirst of knowledge,

to become a better person within me..

What i meant to do.....

I can taste the sea,

as i walk down a path 

full of memories

that reminds me who i was,

I can feel the wind,

as i sit still with my 

eyes close trying to find the medium,

recollecting myself 

from falling pieces

that can't seem to stick together,

Perhaps i have been

in that track that skip,

over and over and don't seem

to move on the next song,

and so it has been worn out,

and my story is tore up,

Common sense,

the blinded man stresses,

as is a vibe that you feel in your spine,

causing chills for that winter storm

that make those thoughts freeze,

In age, I've aged,

saddest stories so wise i became,

true love was not written on books

when i went to school,

bitter taste memories

that made my skin tough,

as my life has slued,
in many ways,
in many perspectives,
heart felt transition,
that has spell love sake
petition,

Every day is a struggle,
complicating every day decisions,
that constantly remind me,
that life is too short to dwell,
to stop, to persist of nothing
more then revenge,

i was born to love,
curse with a beauty,
blessed with a heart,
and so let the journey begin,
for what i meant to do....

Romeo must die!!

In complicated versions,

there is a story to tell,

and so for a man taste there 

she is,
with beautiful eyes,

beautiful lips,

beautiful face that enlighten the room,

and that personality that occupies the room, 

full of fools that want only but dust,

She doesn't believe,

that this gift of true power

over man she consist of,

wave moves as she moves,

reflection on the mirror has told it all,

and so is an interesting story..

and so strangers feed over her words,

and that personality that does it all,

so romeo came along,
 as it was an accident,

it never meant to happen,

it never meant to meet
 and hug and kiss and 

discover what was discover,

A beauty within,
that has taken her 

to where she was afraid to go,

it just couldn't be!!!

it can not be!!!

and so her heart raises

not understanding this new feeling,

Many souls in search of this beauty,

not because her outer beauty,

but because inside,
she is as beautiful,

as an innocent child can be,

and so the story begins,

This romeo has taken away last hope

of this poor souls,
of finding the right one, 

she is it and romeo romance her,

and so there is questions of shallow man,

what could've they done to capture her heart,

Death was wished upon romeo,

when she has turn her head,
taking chances,

and give this romeo a chance,

as the world is agaisnt him,

 and so question arises,

why settle?
when the world you own!,

and she answers, 

because he loves me!,
but for he must die...

Question what there is to question..

Feast off my anger,

as you touch me,

ease some pain,

the room move so fast,

as loud noises are made by my body

going against the wall,

and he slows down to kiss me slowly,

is all about remembering what he taste like,

as his hands have control of the whole situation,

is not about love is about pleasure for the rush hour

before is all gone and done and over with,

at the end he cherish her presences,

for she has gave him what he wanted,

and so between his teeth he has this harsh past,

bitter to taste,

harsh to listen,

difficult to accept,

so silence must we have,

as she arrive and give him the pleasure he expect,

in distance day by day he express such mystery,

and so in little time can't expect to let loose.

still yet those demons of his i can feel,

when he touches me,

when he looks at me,

when he kisses me,

and so is rare,

for is not my comfort zone,

and so i question what there is to question,

how long can we keep this?

how long would he wanted to last?

how meaningful he want this to be?

and so i sit still as i wait,

with no clue what is next,

and so is like following the wave of a windy day.

and going with it..

Is all in her eyes...

In many ways she is different,

and so a monster was created,

many strangers walking in and out,

and still it hurts,

music tame her temper,

and so demonds take over 

every time,

all the time,

and so is a vicious cycle,

is all in her eyes,

did you notice?

silence shouts truthful message,

take notes,

perhaps LISTEN!!

nothing more important she 

has said,

she cures bother some thoughts

with that clear liquor,

that ease thoughts,

and so she can put it together

as is some sort of puzzle

that she always try to solve,

it rain over her everyday,

she hides all the time,

but for how long can she hide?

the moon and stars she cherish,

but predictions and her addictions

sit apart, enough to acknowledge

what is the answer,

quitetly she goes, 

going and going

without stoping,

as she exhaust her bare feet,

cut open,

just like her heart,

nothing more hurtful,

then not moving foward,

life is too short,

to stop and collapse,

no time to think,

no time for sorry,

no time to stop and re do it all over again,

there once upon a time,

something to say when things were at ease,

and so those days are over,

and so she fight the world,

and this war is endless,

because she dont seem to end it,

she feels like the world is 

against her,

and so as time pass along,

she realize is herself

that goes againt herself,

over all is not adjusting,

is not the getting use to it,

is not to take responsibility for,

is all about undesrtanding,

is all about learning,

and add it to what comes next,

and so the new gets old,

and so some poor people get rich,

is all about the goals that you set in life,

showing determination,
for life is not easy,
for light weight people get waisted faster,

Is a challenge,
and so is a mission,
and so she makes it productive,
meaningful,
because standing strong is what makes her....

A Story filled with nothing but blank pages...

 Gentle kiss that can't seem to recognize,

breezy night no choice then to get closer,

he loved her before knowing her,

true beauty sharp enough to blind soul

thirsty for lust, 

and so she inspired many hungry heart

in need of reason to live,

her guidance with guideline that follows

the rule of wanting is getting and you get it

because you want it,

Crushed, poor, empty, lost,

so called this past mate that took

him for everything he had worked for,

determination, ambitions has been put on hold

for lack of motivation to move forward,

he is soft spoken,
 he has this humble eyes,

lightly he speak about what made him a man,

and so he is strong,

with this big heart of lion,

so much love to give still yet nothing to offer,
his story is filled with nothing but blank pages,
is not the rare case of un-told story,
perhaps has been that over done, over-told story
that just give enough tips for the poor man to survive,
the light that shone his way,
 dims day by day as he struggle
to use the ray of light wisely,
in desperate time of life,
he drowns in cheap alcohol to give him
some sort of peace of mind,
and so he question me why not settle?!

Tender Love he express

 A love song he whisper in my ear,

the sound of his voice caress my face,

and my heart beat accelarates,

for there is no escape to reality,

is unreal how emotions take over

in seconds, 

revelation acts fast,

as the blood pumps from my heart,

palpitation on those fingers,

when he slowly savor my lips,

it wasnt science,

felt more like chemistry,

calculated just right the assurance

of what felt right,

tender love he express,

a simple touch told it all,

a story of a million years ago

spoke our love,

he has brought the moon to my feet,

asking for forgiveness for 

his love was more then what can he possibly need,

As we shut down the lights of the world,

as we killed every negative thought of bodies that surround it us,

we were elevated slightly of the ground as he held me close to him,

and so we think is love, 

i mean why wouldn't be love?

Every touch i felt at ease,

every kiss taste so sweet,

every word sounded like spring,

winter cold was his goals,

so far but so close,

is initiation but such lack of motivation,

and our body float,

candle light on,

slow music play,

not fast, for he took his time,

impatient body that won't settle

for less, 

as it needs more

and the heart beat goes,

but he slowly show me peace,

because the pureness of his love

calms those demons that constatly feast off me...

He should love...

In many ways you had express

many things, making so complicated 

to understand what is left to feel,

trouble mind leads me to different direction,

leaving me lost in the middle of no where,

is a strong feeling i say!

your thoughts play in my head,

and i smile, 

over all in those memories,

we laugh and looked happy,

still yet you question me,

still yet you test me,

is not only believing,

is understanding,

is trust in what i want to be for you,

i am troubled for your not so straight answers,

i ran out of words to say,

working hard, lack of sleep,

lack of underlining all this thoughts and feelings,

you only can push so much before 

you get the poor behavior disturbing all

kinds of emotions that lead us to nothing,

and so we started with nothing,

and end with nothing,

not realizing that the world spin 

and tomorrow may not come for us,

that the world may not spin anymore

and all we left was bitter taste of thoughts,

feelings, pride, and all kind of questions not answer,

lets answer truly,

as the clock ticks,

you just may run out of time,

to say and express so called what your are all about,

i need a man with confidence to please the woman he so love,

i want trust, communications that will make this relationship

stronger,

i want a man that include me into his future ,

because maybe i may just want to walk the isle,

maybe i just want someone to believe  that i will

love him, respect him,

be who i am because who i am he should love..

Simplifying an emotion

that holds thousand of characters,

as the stars glows far in the black sky,

stumble faith that wraps around my legs,

making it difficult to see on such dim light,

Never the less i provoke insecurities

on master minds,

Beauty is against 

loyalty for which i stand,

I have been crucified million

years ago,

when i was queen of the empire,

and so rules was the catch of all kinds of law

that i man had created,

Never was love the cause of death,

Never was inspiration of a true woman beauty

that enlighten the room as is expressed in the room,

for what man justified it is a distraction,

to continue to dominate this world,

and so this queen was weak,

to emotions,

to elections

as she picked bodies that has the potential.

not by the potential of know someone in high society,

for honesty that she sense,

she chose always an honest man,

that will hold down his ground,

that will please her for what

her needs are,

In selfish thoughts a poor man

dies every day,

is that ambition of dealing for such addiction,

of craving, for nothing but an empty

harmful faith that filled him enough

to satisfied such urges,

Urges are like sponges that absorb all kind

of negativity, feeding the heart of empty words

that settles for nothing that is worth 

dying for,

when nothing you have

just the thoughts,

just the intentions,

is almost like is good enough

reason why to jump right on it,

Daily we choose,

Daily we accept,

Daily we stress,

things that don't matter,

more is too much,

less is not enough,

so under such desperation's

we find a deadly cure that

ease,

that pace,

that accepts every fault there is

that wont admit,

adn so in the sound of the violin,

she was born,

the sound of violin she die,

her words was stronger then

what a man can handle.... 

Bad habit of human race...

We have days,

We have hours,

We have minute,

still yet have not admire you,

Bad habit of human race 

that  won't prioritize to

First, before anything goes,

to nothing to learn,

understand that our fast

pace urges to take and get

satisfied our needs of empty love,

We want love.

but we misunderstand such meaning,

We want trust,

but we jump to the first assumption,

but we rush to get what called the attention,

I can sit all night next to you and just

gently touch you with my finger tips

appreciate the beauty of the person you are,

your ways simply beautiful and scare me,

play with fire every day as i release demons

to take over of what is real,

what can be real,

instead i hide behind the fire....

Broken child free to express...

Bitter taste to reality check,

wonderful people dissapear,

like water evaporates,

i enjoy every moment i spent with 

everyday strangers,

i learn and so i am facinated

to know about their stories,

is luck,

is coencidence,

is emotions never felt,

is lesson learned,

is broken heart,

is dissapointment,

is control over life,

over emotions deprived

from decades aways,

where lifestyle was to be judge

by assumptions,

by decicions,

never i felt so alive,

such a woman,

such a human,

as i am now been me,

as a person,

as mother,

as friend,

as a sister,

as a aunt,

as a employee,

i have been many things

except free to do what i pleased,

and so i smiled as soon i was caged free,

as i belong in a neutral zone,

where there is freedom of speech,

with out calculations,

freedom of thinking,

with out limitations,

freedom of doing,

with out giving any explanations,

as we know every animal

belongs where they meant to belong,

for i was misunderstood all my life,

misplacing me,

where anger trigger to released demons,

cowardly hidding emotions, 

to face life,

to deal with life,

and so broken child

is free to express what true feeling

are....

Troubled child with seal lips

Is a simple way of expressing myself,

for many things, there is one little thing

that comes along with this heavy package,

in small print, with a fine type,

with a light ink,

that is impress with a faded words,

Troubled child,

with seal lips,

slowing enclosed in spirit and mind,

is all in the faith, is all in what would've been,

and so opportunity come along and she

waived on such because her mind is not

right, 

She feel for human kind,

warm heart and wish to heal

all those troubled hearts,

her beauty is a the source of fondle,

that is continuously misunderstood,

for lust and all she ask is love,

She is fumble, stumble against her words,

her mind goes as fast as the clock,

it just keeps going and doesn't stop,

judgement is placed with hardship

that is hard to deal with, for is the reason

why confidence lack,

For many directions there is a way to escape,

escaping is for coward for all they do is to hide such pain,

is the way of coping with life while the world judge such kind,

but she doesn't mind,

hard words strive her to be stronger,

to maybe get to know herself better,

to find what is the medium to all this madness,

to find truce within her,

A sensitive heart, 

 sensitive mind,

Sensitive way of moving forward

without hurting others along the way,

kind hearted person,

that only wants simply to be respected,

loved and be accepted!.....

The beat goes

Fast,

speed,

slow song,

the beat goes,

Pick,

trick,

treats

for free,

the beat goes,

Heartless

pounds,

lightning stroke,

never seen land,

configuring signal

that according to

the receiver,

was misplaced,

with the other

 misunderstood

messages,

left on the air and 

the beat goes,

Awaking truth,

after taste sweet,

never i had experience,

someone bitter with

manners of a thief,

and the beat goes,

In many ways i behave,

at the sound of commands,

your wishes is written

in a formal letter,

with demanding language,

that don't quite register,

in this persona,

and the beat goes,

Honesty is held

lightly,

with no confidence

that it can be deliver

in a proper way

for its purpose

is to gain trust,

and the beat goes,

One of a kind,

one of its type,

never been clone, 

for is the very original

and the only,

she don't change,

she adjust,

she is not fake,

she is very much real,

the question is what part 

of her you did not get??!

Fighting a war of believe it is love....

Little things,

are big things that need to be discuss,

still yet is on the air,

so un-important,

so insignificant,

Words for words i swear i speak the truth,

i am a loner that fear the worse,

more to loose then gain,

i fight a battle of negativity,

that hunts me like i deserve it,

understand i am sensible to crying heart,

for is used against me,

Simple lyrics that tell my story,

understand is pain that i lived all my life,

i am not perfect nor a saint,

i assure you i pray to god to release me from any pain,

I am beautiful, 

and so i was curse to be so,

please dont judge me for such,

it is simple my way,

love, kindness, respect

i seek,

I want to be loved,

i want anything that will make us grow,

i want happiness for that feed our soul,

it is honest my love for you,

when you question it,

it triggers anger that bounce against wall

making me bitter to what i thought it was love,

I met you,

and i thought is a challege,

difficult personality that needs love,

and so my heart pounds,

and still be question,

If you dont understand that i am love,

that want love,

that will give love,

that needs love,

i am as weak as you,

i am as in need as you,

dont judge me,

i am just thirsty for true love... 

In Stubborn days....

Arrogant is his ways,

slowly he pace,

with little steps,

so far he goes,

Confident is his ways,

status tone,

that identify such faults,

love,

far long,

and so in effect,

 only when he is drunk,

Careful is his ways,

as when he slip,

he recollect before the storm,

fearless moves,

that only protect his ego,

Wise man is his way,
as he preaches
hurtful stories that made him a man,

But nothing the less,
as i learned such a brief lesson,
to understand my position,
my needs,
my grounds,
my faults,
that makes me a better woman within me,

i reflect on such mistakes,
i will rephrase to clarify whatever you misunderstand,
i answer truly,
that's the only way i be,

but something that i understand clearly,
we are not for each other stand,
for it was some sort of bang,
sadly went dead fast,
for long fasting days
felt like stubborn years
that i refuse to adjust,
for it was difficult to
translate such language,
that offend me every time,

I'll replace,
I'll rephrase,
I'll remade,
but my dear friend
i would not beg!.....

He didn't understand many things to understand.

He suffers,

i can tell by the way he looks at me,

He is collapsing,

i can tell by the way he dress him self,

He is relapsing,

i can tell by the way he speak to me,

nothing more i wish then to take all that pain,

in fault or not, 

decision is made,

for consequence of a daily drill,

he didn't understand many things to understand,

for i seek for escape,

while he created a cave,

it was a nest of love,

till i wanted to fly away to search for food,

he didn't understand many things to understand,

he was everything there was to offer,

for daylight stream,

was the answer,

so vague,

i fed over his words,

nothing Wise matter but his ways,

what about mines?

i was left with bare feet,

on hot grounds that i couldn't bare,

it was love at one point,

it was lust for a starter,

till it got darker in the room

and got caught up on making love,

and so i learned that i needed to be love,

with a gentle touch,

with a gentle kiss,

with a gentle whisper in my ear 

to tell me how much i am worth,

i learn value,

i learn what is my place,

i learn that someone can love me,

for i was convince,

he meant well on teaching me a lesson,

he thought that caging this strong stand bird,

will protected from been taking away,

for this bird, knew his owner,

for this bird needs to spread her wings,

all she knew was to fly,

till this soft hands catch her,

and trainer the way he knows best,

little did he knows that 

this bird needed soft hand

to be guided

 not controlled,

and just when the moon came out,

this bird let free,

out of her cage,

found her way to her very first nest,

where freedom is air,

and love is free.....

Black Widow

Trouble some,

bother some,

slightly she slide

towards an invention

called venal,

they say she is a feen,

because every man that she tease,

is an arrogant self love,

that needs to be pleased,

and the woman to be feal,

as this man demand for woman to seel,

They say she is made of steel,

she doesn't make a sound,

as she knows the field,

she is a strong minded woman,

that don't skip step to get ahead,

for she takes her time,
to identify the fine line,

They say her beauty burn eyes,
her confident walk
that manifest in those shallow hearts,
her smile is to seek for,
light up the room
with charisma that is fearful,
simplicity not negotiable,
kindness is miscue,
her skin glow as she walks
across the room,
very well known
for giving the after taste
when you try to take her as a fool,

They say that as poisoners as she is,
can't seem to get enough,
for her kissing is addicting,
and is not reflecting
with reason she usually has,
she knows very well
how to browse and cast,
as she own the room
walking so rude,

They say that her ways,
are not to get use to it,
for her unpredictable moods
that affect the surrounded,
scar many men are left,
true beauty is deceiving,
for the sound of her voice,
is memorable,
Loveing,
Kindness,
loyalty,
respect,
will be giving once
this other mate give her the same....

                                                                                                                        

Eagle Shadow Stay..

Fast thoughts,

rushed lust,

meaningles words,

that is spread within the room,

lost world,

and so i learned,

sad song,

is not love,

is the hunters finder,

the fit right in as writer,

less things,

few links,

and so i abidance,

poor touch,

as my hands are numb,

my heart beat rapidly,

as that is the name of the song,

his seeks is vague,

for his excuse is so lame,

little does he knows

i am the queen of love

that gain just about anyone trust,

she is never pleased

is personal, yes! she is mean,

for there is expectation that he needs to meet,

little steps,

and a gap of space,

distance is safe,

but many crucial thoughts,

is clearly,

you hurt,

pick a theme,

all the words

 of so called love

down the drain,

nothing more,

nothing less,

for i take little steps,

acknowledging few mistakes,

is a sign,

is the verdict,

and is all true,

i stand strong,

as your eagle shadow stay,

shadow is the only things left

for your pathetic reason why she left,

a man of trust,

confidence flunk,

it is you the problem love,

because i am the queen of love,

that gain anyone trust!!!

Honest Touch

Sincere eyes,

looks at me with so much glow,

soft skin,

soft kiss,

slowly reach my face,

his beautiful ways,

light up a room with dark corners,

no short hands,

no short words,

all straight forward,

because he is ready as they come,

a pause for a cause,

time will tell,

gestures talk,

slightly moves

those hands that crawls,

honest touch,

truthful thoughts,

he is the man,

that you fall 

to adjust,

he is that child,

that at night 

needs a hug,

he is that friend,

that will listen doesn't matter

how much you will talk,

he is that lover,

that will make love to me,

to remind me how much

in love he is with me...

Guilty as charged

Fourteen strangers,

twelve decisions,

two big windows,

black chalk board,

twelve hard chairs,

very uncomfortable 

as we sit there,

silence speak

all the tension 

is infectious,

no eye contact,

no friendly smiles,

tendency is tedious

as that lawyer 

that defends willingness,

so much to say,

and no one to volunteer

to the stage,

nine o'clock,

time to start,

many early,

few late that arrive

and tension arise,

 in my mind 

he is a as guilty as charged,

fourteen strangers,

twelve decisions

that needs to agree upon,

little papers,

many opinions,

 lack of confession,

many expression

but we are the election,

there is hesitation,

 because is such a decision,

as the clock ticks,
impatient fingers,
that taps as the sound of a heartbeat,
six count,
all descriptive,
sickening to my stomach,
as she stress what are the charges,
so confuse,
so overwhelmed,
can't breath and is the attempt
of speaking what had happen to me,
can they understand?,
do they understand?
this man is guilty,
no proof,
just her words,
people of the jury she
was only twelve,
this damages are for life,
she can't never get that back,
people of the jury
she is marked for life,
twelve strangers,
twelve opinon,
twelve decision,
that has to agree upon,
six count,
for he was charged,
eleven years in state prision,
seven years of probation,
broken heart a mothers is left,
loveless girlfriend,
peaceful victim,
and a predator in prision....

A simple way

soft smile,

simple gestures,

shy eyes that wonders,

confident attitude just like a winner,

little faith,

 not a saint,

life is rough,

and he strong,

wise lines well said,

for a man that been through it all,

words are strong,

heart to heart,

 he grew up,

strength are the motivation

of life so short with not much

expectation,

lesson scar this poor man

of not much of an election,

soft hand,

simple quest,

shy persona that knows how to respect,

a woman man,

a lovers faith,

he conquers all,

limited concentration,

 to poor

woman lack of determination,

looks are vague,

cute is fake,

a real woman restrain

weak traits,

protectant fate,

hessitant he may,

pass along a teary reign,

as  he posses great character of man,

as he believes was thaught in many ways,

strong over all,

lost trust,

finding a love song,

to explain the role,

he expect great loyalty,

he explain that his woman 

 in return gives it all,

because all he has to offer

is LOVE....

Love Shouldn't Hurt

Once upon a time,

as the storm approaches,

this poor child crunches to a fetus

position
 as there is no one to hold her in the arms,
security is for insecurities of the what IF,
listening to a sad song,
there she sit tears caressing her face,
never was loved came across as her beauty
diminish the chances of someone discovering
the true beauty within,
she edge for someone to touch her soft skin
with as so much desired to be loved,
Love shouldn't hurt,
love is respect,
communication,
equal loyalty,
love is appreciation when things goes wrong,
not forgetting what it was worth,
drained was those thoughts of recollection,
skipping step to rush and end on the edge,
surely she learned is just not it,
give it all or don't give nothing at all,
long ago when she knew,
trust wasn't a word to be gifted as it was Christmas,
she treated as it was a simple thank you,
well said and go on,
ignorance of a youngster that was trained as a monster,
belittle to her own persona,
a common cycle that was left felt as an addiction,
a good for nothing was left to say,
poor judgments skill was marked as an identification,
to be recognize for nothing more then a woman,
as she grew up so angry at the world,
she wasn't understanding many things of life,
the purpose of her beauty,
the purpose of her existent,
the purpose of being a mother,
she learned
from many mistakes,
falling down made her strong,
but then this a wonderful man came across
and showed her how much she was really worth......

Slow Song Beat

So many things left to say,

everyday for what ever is said is not enough to what is worth,

two left feet is just good enough,

for they are well known to have smart rolling pores,

my faith, my sake, i forsake in everything i believe

that nothing is at ease but still remain in peace,
your soothing words take me for a spin,
loving from the least understand i am not pleased,
letters are later on the road of despair,
is walking without shoes in one long path full of broken glass,
my heart decease every evening when the sun goes down,
at the slow song beat, i burn in heat,
as my body scream for him,
 searches for someone to plead,
his magical words touches me every night,
with a soft voice that tickle my spine,
truce for truth my heart define,
his ways is easy,
very content and i don't minded,
last laugh is contagious,
 like some sort of virus that is spread instaly
as we discuss serious issues of the daily world that is fucked up
and we make a laugh about it,
his kindness is madness,
lost phrase flows in the space
and for argument sake is a sad trace,
i taste a daily doze that is fulfilling,
his charisma is envy by many,
straight thru he goes,
careless speech that is bother some,
no shame in his game,
for he knows how to play it safe,
and here i lay
hoping that one day,
he will be here to caress my face....

The Most Beautiful Woman of this Piece...

She walks in soothing terror,

all eyes on her as she was the emperor,

beautiful eyes that brighten the room

with glorious elevation that takes you to another level,

Her skin desire a real touch,

a soft touch,

a gentle touch,

everyone can see it on her eyes,

it scream in despair for she haven't been loved,

she is a creation of god,

handle by the dark angels of dust,

and so everything is gone,

she looks around and she feel lost,

she once had everything but freedom she must have,

Along the path as she glides,

she come across a gentleman that whisper

what she needed to hear,

as he finish she kept walking with a smile

because at the end of this shine,

She will be a golden key and he will

be a rusted beast, in need of her, in need of peace,

for she is the most beautiful woman of this piece..

Taste of Freedom

A day felt like weeks,

Weeks felt like months,

dragging a relationship that was determine

is going separate ways,

True or Dare? he said,

but...is not fair!!!

count down begin,

when anger stare and our mind flared,

more is said as my needs glare,

is only fear if i let you free because

my temper don't please,

there is nothing more i always desire

then the taste of freedom,

the air of freedom,

the sound of freedom,

I had wish death upon this cage,

golden and as comfortable it has ever been,

i learned many lesson,

and ensnaring was not one of them,

you lost this hand,

for many things you had said,

pleasant is unpleasent when LOVE is miused,

and i try so hard not to be rude,

your ways is fencing,

creating this world so fancy,

my feet never touch the ground,

but i kept you a float so i think is was the other way around,

so it was the last hug, last touch, last kiss,

but bitter me left relieved because it wasn't love.....

Proud of your beauty...

Descriptive, expecting the most,

careful now, that tune of that song may get you lost,

i face realistic facts that smack my face everyday,

I know you are better minded then I,

for i forsake you, depriving you for those intentions,

winners of all kind i had discovered,

I could be a threat,

I am broken but stronger then what you think,

I weaken to my knee when spoken to my ears,

Love making is your kind and many time you had touch me with out a touch,

Is fascinating how those eyes glows to the shine of my smile,

my presence light up the room,

"baby smile as you walk down the isle for i am proud of your beauty"

nothing is left to say when this man believe in everything that was unknown

hiding in the dark,

I am bright shine to his eyes,

he has awaken the true me which now i see,

In his arms i am safe and now i understand

that if i get lost he will find me....

Por Poco, Por Mucho...

En accion por accion hace cosas

que no le da la razon,

por mucho es poco,

por lejos es cerca,

si es que mi corazon se aleja,

Te comporta de tal manera,

eres otra persona!

al paso ando,

yo en rapidez no ataco,

Te sientes, me quieres como un jugete,

no lo campartes ni con el mucdo ni con el aire,

olvidandote que soy un ser humano,

Explicas que el encerramiento te excita,

no comprendo tal talento,

que me as dejado sin aliento,

Libertad es frialda y te atormenta,

lo tratas como un rompe cabeza,

no es dificil y entiendo se te hace mas facil

aceptarlo como un refujio como el nido que as 

creado como un niño,

Por muchas razones te queré, 

por muchas no te desearé,

por poco, por mucho 

creeme amor nunca volveré....

Stuborn Him

As i sit in a dark room,

so full of thoughts,

recolecting those beautiful words,

that fill me up,

i skip a beat everytime i close my eyes,

it is so vivid but the distances is so tasteless,

He is beautiful and makes me feel beautiful,

those words of wisdom open windows,

as i concider myself his, for my heart seem to beat

for him, there is no longer justification for backing

off as i am content with such a addiction,

his ways are rude, for i misunderstand,

mix conceptions wraps around my head,

as your ways hurts in the way,

stuborn him, stuborn me, 

i get away with such a defect,

face off he exclaim,

covering every part of his feelings,

i care for him, he cares for me,

for he likes distance that only protects him,

he got charm and so dam calm,

he got this goals that i still dont understand,

for he believe everything that i need to learn,

i am learning, believe me! but i am not absorbing such unpredictable 

behavior that disturb me inside...

Far across the world

I am still trying to understand,

fast thoughts go,

getting me anxious for what is worth,

his voice is strong,

his words do touch,

he kiss me everyday with out a slighty touch,

i feel his hands every night,

as he caress my hair,

and my heart beats at the sound of love,

for it has its tone to prosecute negative thoughts,

unknown feelings are taking over somethings,

that i a not so use to it,

i fight everyday for thats what i do out of nature,

he is pleasant to my words,

he just understand it all,

fears arise as there is a tickle that i ignore,

feelings are strong enough to move a mountain,

but then what about the trees? and the river?

the flow must remain,

for you dont have a problem with it,

i struggle with acceptance,

but you gently remind me that is non-sense,

love is real,

but i see it as its surreal,

my skin scream for a real touch,

loving every part of it,

i love you since you knew,

and like you say it is safe because hours far across the world,

make this love strong...

Fallen Angel..

I was capture by a soft man,

and so he offer something that makes me laugh,

naive is my intention that burst off my pores,

and so I've been fallen, 

for my needs are not too heavenly,

i learned habits,

not like able for i couldn't stay in heaven,

i lift those in need,

but then i was deprived,

for many reason that got enough of me to turn me into something,

that quite was not me!

It is love that he need,

for his heart tells him i am it,

afraid i be,

mastered habits that you would not feed,

instead you feel,

changes are ages that teach to reach,

and so he is what i want,

for i go all in with my heart,

i have been to war,

and so i guards up is just a figured of speech,

now soft man enjoy this feast,

for only come once in a lifetime,

for this dark angel is a good angel within her.....

Understanding many things.....

As everyone is fast asleep,

i quietly peak and whisper how much i need them to be patient enough to deal with me,

i am brave but i caved in this hurtful manners give me no choice then to master it,

quietly i leave swallowing every emotion is to feel for them,

and so i try to sleep,

tossing and turning trying to release,

anger that aged every inch of my heart,

I am one simple soul who need relieved,

I admit weak knees gives in of tears of a man,

i always been that breed that stand by indeed those in need,

Explaining is not my nature,

for i get lost in worthless word that i acknowledge are not the guidelines

that this warrior lead stones,

I understand many things that don't quite make any sense for i put my guards up to follow this non-sense,

speak for yourself, for i am willing to listen to whatever you have to say,

determination is my gesture, 

for i stand by for what i believe,

for my heart beats as you caress my face and simply say what you mean,

at all mean make wise move so then i can leave at peace,

you had your chances and you so lived,

for you push me to the edge and still believe that love is all you learned,

for i have been broken before i saw the light,

for i know you love me for what is hidden,

jealousy got you twisted, 

and so you are not understanding that pulling me up towards this mountain of struggles,

so for this pain hurtle,

hunting me every night for i recognize that i only hurting you.......

~Contradiction~

Nothing was something,

fighting is loosing,

tasteless is waiting,

nodding is assurance,

Somewhat is what we don't want,

a tickle in the stomach i see it far,

his ways is stubbornness shut the lights off,

assuming is reusing poor language in manners,

Careless is the expression of a poor man,
he never had anything so what does he really looses?
for word my mind speak, the tree bring shade with a nice cool air,
and as you close your eyes there is relieve as your heart flow with the wind
and so you think you found love, going forward with little step,
fear arises, everything moves inside of me, there is no question,
i believe,
i am in need,
thirst of finding me,
i will loose weight but i will
gain strenght,

I know that you next to me there will not be no addiction,
 no affliction,
 no infliction,
no misunderstanding,
mistaken of the way is been discipline,
for i admire you from a mile away,
is not only to understand the unpredictable
behavior ,
is to love what is hidden within me
to succeed what is to give,
because it is true love that will discipline this
wild animal that runs wild hiding in the darkness,
for i desire,
for i want this more then you cant imagine.....