Behind Closed Doors

Baby girl neck kisses got me me feeling electric…

So I return to sender with an instant message…

A preface

A prelude to the food about to be served at this buffet…

The type of meal, that makes you catch your breath…

Some stuff is so good, you have nothing to say.

We have a little friction, but that just gets me ignited…

I have a long email to send her… But I’m going to take my time to write it…

Long match strokes, until I set everything on fi-ya…

Baby girl stay close to my screen, and I’ll skype ya.

Our hands do a dance, elaborate, and elegant

Figure skating down each others backs…

The Olympics.

Mount Olympus.

She makes me a god, and I turn her into a goddess…

Zeus and Hera, two birds in the love nest…

Making love’s best.

Making the puzzle connect.

Not sure when this great forever started, because we still haven’t slept

Night angels whose passion ushers in the day…

We’ve walked down the aisle in every imaginable way

Filling the pews with the good things of good play…

Glove off, glove on, still we march on…

“Insatiable Desire” is the name of our song.

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~The Wordsmith

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4 Drink Minimum

A soldier solders the shrugs of his shoulders with sober composure…

Fighting for the light, with might, when the night of love reigns over…

Invisibly battling the unseen, for those to which his heart cleaves, and his heart beats with one plea –

To be truly – seen.

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~The Wordsmith

World Changer

My whisper carries the power of a gale force hurricane… With my very words I can either incite, or be still, the rain.  With the things that I say, I can create a whole day, bake it fresh like an apple pie, look nice – Olay!  Or I can kill it… and lay it in the grave.  Rot every second with my cavities of negativity, and generate life decay…  My normal voice stirs a noise so violent, that it erupts into tornadoes halfway around the world.  My words, like missiles, are everywhere like thistles, and wherever someone bristles, the force of my verbs screams like a police chief whistle.  My shout… Ah you don’t want to hear my shout.  I crash mountains into the ground.  I get too loud for sound.  The splendor of my candor out-glorifies the most glamorous crown…. Watch out.

My slight inklings alter the very fabric of reality.  From simply having a minor fraction of thought on the tiniest subject, I have introduced the power of my mind into the earth.  My intuition is a sledgehammer.  My daydreams, a club and mace… A fully formed thought in my head, indicates dread, for whatever exists in this realm as its opposite, because it must opt to sit, in my presence because I never quit.  I am literally dangerous.  The conscious stream of cohesive thought known as imagination takes me out of this world and places me on my Heavenly throne.  The raw potency of my unfurled imagination prevents me from making the earth my home.  I’m gone.  Beyond space.  Beyond taste.  Beyond hate.  My imagination creates a continuum where the ethereal dictates, and the foundations of the earth shake, and God smiles because I’ve tapped into my inherited ability to create – If you’re looking for me… I’m in that place.

The longer I live, the more I find this to be true… I don’t ever need to brag – merely tell the truth.  The truth will get in, and weed out, polish and leave a nice seal, and change me for the better when it comes out my mouth.  Reality is really the realness you really allow yourself to partake in… It is a flowing river connecting all men.  Dip in.  Surrender.  … How can real be real if I gotta keep faking…?   A cup full of reality in an ocean full of fake, is about as effective as trying to raise the water levels by spitting into a lake.  Work?  It cain’t.  Behave.  Obey.  Push beyond your limitations, accept you for you, know you for you, and live in nothing but love and truth… Try something else, and I guarantee you will always come back to those two.  In other words… To thine own self be true… In all that you do.  Think about it.

… I am changing the world.

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~The Wordsmith

Inside

Knowledge never knew itself

So truth was prone to fail

The lies, disguise themselves

Well.

The depths of self deception

Know bounds

The depths of self reflection

No bounds

The air is reflected from our lungs

Our words fiery darts

Shoot to kill

Or press the heat near enough to sauter

To expunge, and to mend

No this cannot be a trend

Women… Men…

Rating each other

The scale degrades into raping each other

Each forcing upon the other

The heat consumes us all

Sunlight, hell, or the burn of our passion

What will you choose?

Who will run you?

The call… the call…

Living through this life

Everybody’s ears are attuned

Listening… always listening…

But when you hear it –

What will you do?

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~The Wordsmith

My Mind On A Screen

Sometimes I wonder if she misses me…
But then I start remembering…
I recall our individual pursuits of the finer things
And that our separation was a necessary thing.

Sometimes I wonder if I was remembered to be forgotten…
If the thought of me boarded someone’s mental cockpit and then – dropped.
I know that memories do not stimulate mutual recall
And I justify it with my heart saying maybe the bond never existed at all…

Sometimes I foresee my calculations pushing me over the edge…
This very thing that gives me life, bein the reason I break my living pledge…
But then I wonder – would it matter?
If I passed from this earth, how long would it really take before the tears turned to laughter…?

I ponder on what I would do should I ever encounter my clone…
The irony is that I think he would be just like me – wandering this earth looking for a home…
Perhaps between the two of us we could authorize our own authority…
Or perhaps we would be the catalyst to Armageddon – both literally and metaphorically…

~The Wordsmith