Graffiti Lover

Graffiti lover

You can trace the outlines
While I trace your frame in my mind.
Take your time and get every accent every contour.
Every time you run your fingers Over my ink girl
The hair on my neck stands.

She's fascinated
With the fashion statement
That my skin displays
Because her parents
Find it distasteful
To have your pigment tainted
With vivid paintings.
But this art has been around
Since the ancients,
And I appreciate that she appreciates it.

Too much pain for her though,
One of those things
She tends to stray from.
I tell her it's a mind over matter thing
And its only for a while
It's not a lasting pain.
But she'd rather
Skip the needle altogether
I can't blame her, I had to tell her as long as you
You stay the way you are
Me and you forever
Might as well be tagged across my arm.

The Respite of a Young Pioneer ( a short piece )

The Respite of a Young Pioneer

Sitting virtually on the edge
Of what their old bones have called 
Reality for so long, but 
Mediocrity and
Comfort does not appease me...

Falls Prayer (a micro ballad )

Falls Prayer

Cool October breeze
Radiant sun rays
Stark nude trees
Gotta love these days

Cotton-picked clouds
Stretched in the sky
Staring up , aroused
On a grassy knoll , I lie

Hustling faces passing
Pressed for timeliness
Autumn splendor in full fashion Praise God , I feel blessed !

Falling Out

Falling out

The love has dissipated
And participation in this
Relationship is missing patience.

Everything is
Give and take
And missing ain't as important
As we use to make it.

This is hatred
Under the guise of infatuation
Which is making it that much harder, to see the truth
And to see ourselves.

Therefore we are jailed,
By this constitution of our confusion
Too stubborn to consider Our conclusion.

Or maybe it's just for the
Sake of amusement
All the excuses chances exhausted
The make ups
The break ups
They happened too often.

We can't keep this going
We can't keep ignoring
We can't even call this
What we use to call it
I feel like
I'm falling
Out of love with you ..

A Thought ( a short poem )

A Thought

If God is not good
then we must ask ourselves
How are we to astutely
Define such a word .. ?

Homesick ( a short poem )

Homesick

Nothing
is as sharp as the pain
Of longing for your home .
Being true out of place
And lost amidst
a sea of strangers .

Moaning Lisa

Moaning Lisa

Can we try something different Tonight?
I am feeling a little artistic
Tonight...
And you look like the perfect canvas
To paint my Mona Lisa
Let me draw your features closer
Keep your pose there
And I'm a show you the most dope brush strokes I know
First
I need to strip you of your inhibitions
In order to get you in the position
I need you sometimes
I forget If I'm the page or the pencil
Something that could drive
Any sane artist mental right now
It's not essential
The center of my attention is entering
Into your innermost intuition
For inspiration to paint
The naked truth
Now let me see a naked you.