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..