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..