To my very own Eyes

It was never spoken,

for what she knew,

for what anyone knows,

I predict, not to be sour,

but really to just be honest and proper,

Prediction are made by patterns,

don't everyone knows?

common sense to it basic

form of explaining what is known by experience?

I don't get used to it,

i go along with it,

is the sense of peace that i follow,

with no attachment,

but understanding,

I understand what i want,

 and what was sent was lost

like a puppy with no home,

and silence is given till is known what

is needed, till is understood,

Understanding is a powerful thing,

it is not a selfish thing,

it is not to hold against

of what is presented to our very own eyes,

Theirs a monster with in me to understand,

what is out of place,

to be place in its place of nothing but where it 

belongs,

I see beyond of what is said,

lets get together and share what is great,

what is wrong,

what is going to stay....

can you feel?.....

I do...

 

 

 

Many Time

Silence,

yes Silence,

is  a powerful a chemical imbalance in the brain

that we think is safe but is not,

it disable us from freedom of speaking what hurt us and bother us, 

but lets save the world....

Speaking is the beautiful thing,

hearing is a blessing,

and touching....

well is disturbing, but can complicate things greatly,

can hurt,

can satisfied,

and mostly... can kill....

Little things always matter when it comes from a person

you care,

what about from a stranger?

we expect a lot from those close to us..

and what does it do????

it DISAPPOINT US!!!

We want to be admire, perhaps be notice,

and what do we scream for??? 

ATTENTION!!!

and is just not any attention, is a negative one,

that some how balance our brain to balance our need of wants,

let me make myself small enough to make you big enough to stand for your self,

Every human is selfish enough to take their part to feed their need with an enjoyment move to regret later and not feel sorry,

is just the human kind that we are,

making daily decision based on a emotion at the time in moment,

just in that moment.....

Lets make the time, and find the time, 

without the time to enjoy the every moment that wont be tomorrow,

time is precious...

can we focus on that???

daily lives's starve, die, and possible no where to sleep,

and what do we do???
COMPLAINS!!

We are needy for the need of things,
if it makes any sense, is the senseless way of describing those thirsty for love,
how frivolous is this world... yes... but it will be better if we motivate our self to obtain what we are thirsty for,
Simple things are difficult to narrow minds
that don't want to explore, perhaps learn about
the beauty of open minds
that make this earth sustain,
nothing that it pertain to what we are here for,

lets put our energy into positive thinking,
just because is a challenge,
many times i think of what it is?
what would've been?
what could be?
 

Replacement

Soft touch,

gentle look,

and is all a statement,

He freeze on the count of three,

for what he knows everything grow on tree,

Memories are something that gave us faith,

some sort of hope to an unleash demond

that manifest to all destruction thoughts,

We are human of needs,

that survive on affection,

such a distraction to what is priority,

Love is important, 

but not more important than dedication,

his needs, her needs are selfishly place on 

a thin paper that as soon as water hits

it will be destroyed,

Realistically speaking he is what he is,

nothing more, nothing less,

for it hurts to know that pain he drags

to interviews his mistress,

He means well,

but painful thought of his past

has destroyed the bits and pieces

that makes him,

Nothing worth then past is past,

and so i don't pass,

his needs are my needs,

i hope he understand,

Lust is hurtful to its taste,

to think,

nothing is set in stone,

but his tombstone he wishes 

that state how greatful he was,

of everything he didn't have,

Childhood lost,

need of love,

and he font to love

what is not to love,

and no one can't judge,

he fail to hurt at heart,

and my heart loves him,

for nothing, 

just

for nothing...

Branches Sleeve Covered in Snow

It was announce that there is a storm on it way,

It caused this shiver that ran down my back,

the smell of a winter storm gave me

a bitter sweet taste of his unique

taste that fails on my disapproval,

That wind the sneaked on the crack of my window,

Whisper "Lust" but I felt it was love,

His finger tips ran down my back, was that moment

I didnt understand many feelings that overwhelmed,

His eyes sparkle,

his innocence speak the language of love,

that I misunderstood and I withstand,

When his lips touched my lips,

my mind is taken to hurtfulness receptacle,

Controlling decisions already made,

he just made them vague,

In the winter storm,

he took me to this place,

naked trees with branches

sleeves covered in snow,

where all you can hear it the tune

that played on the radio,

So much body chemistry,

still yet very vague

disposition that the relationship tuned in,

There has been an off key that i quite see,

i painted in color for whom i be,

he rejected on his own words that i do not speak,

Everyone shared how he is no good for me,

my heart won't understand

 this translation of reality that 

just dont sync,

This adventure has been destructive to my well being,

i die daily with out such poison,

spring it on it way,

flower will bloom and i will cherish every moment 

to live the way i should,

 

Under Rage

 

 

 

Strong man under sleeve,

that never speak the truth,

 

Strong faith that lays between

those line,

that hesitate that breath taking,

 

Nothing was involved,

before he had it all,

 

He faced the truth of what

once was said, 

 

Hard core felt pain,

when he realize that

past year in his mistakes

he wants to replace not regret,

 

She is everything he ever wanted,

on his search he came across,

possible moves that he can't recollect,

 

Step in and he is in,

nor that he thought,

nor that he wanted,

nor that he imagine,

Is just the greatest

thing he ever that

he cant take for granted,

 

Good is enough,

when is enough,

he gets lost in translation

that under peek his fault,

 

He lays next to her,

and just cant explain,

sinful is her name

that demands that on him,

 

She just doesn't know

how painful it can be

to know what their is to know...

 

and

Under Rage he kills her,

with a colorful explanation,

with a vivid taste of his pain,

 

He is nothing with out her,

She is nothing with out him,

death upon anyone to change this

love that will never die...

 

 

 

 

 



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!.....