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.....

Across the fence

Descriptive, insensitive i say is perspective,
tension is pretending that there wasn't no affection,
for this lesson tighten my chest, speaking my mind is a dangerous quest,
i fall and i get up, you push and so I resolved a problem that from the beginning I should've given up,

Unsatisfied she plead, for she only wants peace,
reality is harsh for many poor souls that weaken at ease,
mind over matter i see!!
I fight this battle as that snake rattle,
for things i had discovered that is rabble,

Listening to the inner of long lost blossom tree, went opaque
when you decided to throw me down the stream,
my soul scream for this bad manners to be deceased, 

Across this fence I see children in need, 

My feeling ceased so I believe that there is nothing more of me to give........

Long time ago....

For what it was worth, love walked out the door

long time ago,

For my silent trouble your mind, yes you lost it long time ago,

For my space is the only freedom, you have a hard time giving me that

for insecurities the hunts you long time ago,

Sweet love with memories to cherish i plead,

Sweet moments for those moment i lead,

you are everything, for nothing that fill me up with warmth,

you bring comfort to my unhappy dreams,

Confidence is a level hard to reach,

you know! this soul is in need,

yes! this youngster is never pleased,

for what we know, there is the poor man that need shoes

for those naked feet,

Is a love story never told,

but is for the world to know,

little they know that this queen of hope,

need and wants are major for the seeds she feeds,

The fishes in the water are an entertainment for those

that don't acknowledge true beauty in the nature,

forgotten wise words that come across this song,

soothing are those words that encounter those

that do trust, 

I learned that once upon a time love was everything

we knew,

till the snake trick Eva to eat the apple,

every time i read this part of the true wisdom of all books,

i felt like she knew she shouldn't but still yet she went and bit it,

it tells me that us sinner are weak to the desire to discover for what could it be IF.....

The Wise Man...

There is a lot of rumors that the wise man has found his muse,
never the less they found each other to be so impress,
his knowledge is to listen to,
his talent is to sit for,
his charisma is to encounter to,

There is a lot of rumors that this wise man is mesmerize by this beauty
full of hidden wisdom that he has discovered by looking at her eyes,
carefully he goes, given it all to this poor youngster in need of guidance,
little he knows that he will sink in, for her ways has rough edges,

Ages are aged by the days, not by heart that are combine with this hatch,
there is a bridle path form just for deeds, that indeed ends with an unpredictable
works to write about for the world to know, there is so much to learn about
this wise man and his muse,
how ever, this may end there is to know all
they want to learn with no bitter sweet taste to regret.......

Tasting Feast...

is that bitter sweet taste left after you had turn your back with less glow on those eyes,
is the never ending spending the time saying good bye, enjoying false hope that enlighten that ghost
of nothing better to wish for, is that smell you carried, that move me inside, that within those thought
that rush down my spine, tickling my stomach making this fight so vague,

is not new for the news where we stand, savory thoughts of past tasting the least, slight comments that hurts i take at ease, don't provoke me i do fight for teeth, never the less you have nothing to say, much of your doings gets old by its own fault, changes is facing an everyday taking for granted, your lips is the exception i take as an exclamation, you take my breath away just like a poor man with thirst,

is not a get use to it, is not the easy to get rid of it, is the challenge of going our separate way and not to think of each other, is that fine line of where we stand, the knowing and following all that is to know,
fighting those feeling that distance make strong, i am weak to your name, i am weak to your presences,
nothing is there to fight then to admit what there is to feel in the moment for that moment,

is those hand when they touches my hair reminding me that is you touching it, it is you pulling it, it is a reminder of what we are in that room full of nothing but carved names on walls, i get it! i am important to a certain extend, to a certain dimension of this visual you have of a relationship, hallucinating unrealistically about what could have been IF it was so! there is a strong feel about the wind that blow our way, but yet again we question it maybe wasn't strong enough to go on and make that further step,

remembrance of those day given to you, replacing reality to our way of living reminds me that you are best kept in the box of good memory that i cherish not holding nothing against you for i hold something special towards you.........