Sanguine Blades

We were as green
As that immature leaf
Unsampled and discarded
Then the sun smiled
Over and again
Canary, gold, orange, crimson
Warming our faces
Sprinkling star dust
onto our shoulders
Ripening the fruit embedded
beneath our ribs
Until dahlia vines grew around us
Binding, cementing our fate
Budding red leaves sprouting
out thru our pores
Inviting, encouraging
we tasted the blush
of Delectable Euphoria




I lay awake, perspirated,
eyes dilated,
self-aided yet still frustrated,
feeling emaciated,
needing to be hydrated -with -your -LOVE -unsatiated.
Remembering the unequated,
to be penetrated,
ejaculated and saturated,
then, the swell of the procreated.
I long to be pollinated -by -you -again.
As I ruminated rhythms palpitated,
curtains closed,
darkness concentrated,
essence of my yearning emanated and vibrated –against -the -WALLS.
Lingering scent of incense incinerated,
lips part for the accommodated,
undulated and unadulterated,
desires asphyxiated,
words unarticulated.
The sun rises over me accusingly.
Alienated for having deviated,
In want of being validated,
the void commiserated because it’s -Complicated.
Though opportunity to be captivated
and ravishingly consecrated,
I have duly abated -discombobulated.
Fast forward time, accelerated.
Return of my king celebrated.
We be consolidated,
me elated, you -fellated.
My thirst quenched and evaporated.
Intensity of intimacy not hallucinated.
We float in delicious -af -ter -glow.
The sun will be left to weep inadequated.


2 addicts should never be friends
Recreational encouraging
11 days sober
To stay clean but
Temptation wins
Both anticipatin the artificial insemination
Of a temporary pleasure
And when it goes down
They crawl from their warm n fuzzy
oh so
Happy places
Disgrace smeared like shit
on their faces
Pointing fingers at each other
Claiming it was the other Motherfucker who initiated it
They cry and beg for forgiveness
Then make a gang of false promises
But never gettin what they seek and
Not hearing what they speak
The only truth spit from their lips is
“Same time, next week”


My son has an imaginary Daddy
With whom he takes on imaginary trips
Adventures to imaginary lands
And sails on imaginary ships
He’s created his own world
Where fathers don’t abandon their sons
Here he can admire the man
That he’s one day destined to become
My son has an imaginary Daddy
A Daddy who lives in his dreams
His Daddy shows him right from wrong
And many wonderful things


A warm ocean breeze is washing over my face and gently brushing the hairs at the nape of my neck

Whispering in a tongue alien to my ears but as familiar as my mother’s womb to my heart

The sea’s waves are rising and falling against my ribcage dictating my breathing pattern with its pressure

As the tide approaches the shore a tickling stirs in my abdomen as if descending on an amusement park ride

The water is dancing on the sand tauntingly, yet demanding the respect it deserves
Relaxing I can already feel its preamble of tentacles, moist and preparing

The intensity of the waves’ motion is increasing, growing massive in height and might
This can only mean the tide will be reaching me shortly

Soon I will be engulfed in a tropical sea
My breathing synchronizing
The mist chanting sweetness in my ear
And the words once alien to me becoming my mother tongue


Over Reacting

15 Hours and 56 minutes since we last spoke
Was hoping to hear from you when I awoke
I reset my phone cuz maybe it’s broke
Now its 16 hours &1 minute and this ain’t no joke

Did something bad happen for me to worry
Maybe you had to leave town in some big hurry
Or were you arrested or abducted in a flurry
Is there a perpetrator out there I need to bury

Were you in some sort of accident
Are you laid out in pain on the pavement
Have you broken bones that need to mend
Are you wrapped up in a plaster encasement

Don’t tell me SHE came back and stole you away
I put it on you too good for you to stray
My heart can’t take you leaving me today
If so tell her run cuz I don’t play

16 hours 12 minutes and still no you
I’m getting restless but what can I do
Said you’d be back but so far not true
My imagination has got me coming unglued

If someone hurt you they better flee
Cuz I won’t show them any mercy
Got my backup and I’m in a taxi
187 on whoever took you from me

No “Good”byes

With false courage on my lips
I kiss you goodbye
I won’t be cliché, I will not cry
Most of my heart is torn from my chest The biggest part you now possess
This hollow frame counts as your footsteps disappear
28 29 30 into nowhere
The glass fogs from the heaviness of my breath
I try not to breathe at all,
challenging death
The sun warms my forehead, pressed against the pane
Its rays energize and cultivate the strain
of my pain
Let me peel myself from the view
which has diminished in value
Without you
Must busy myself with work
There’s plenty to do
But my motivation is in the extra heart riding on a quest
Tell me can you sense your blood pumping in excess?
My passion and devotion flowing through your cells
Laced with the sweet secrets that we cannot tell
I’m getting weaker every moment my heart stays removed from me
My blood growing still as organs begin to atrophy
I need you to return quickly
and place it back inside of me
I trust you’ve taken care of it as you always do
But I need it to survive……I need you