I Am Rhythm
When I write I feel me moved like emotions of the heart
Ligaments infused as a pen, when I walk on this chart
I am rhythm I potray the movement of dance
Poetry being music rhythm being ink and a pen
I've found dance partners in these metaphors
Similies being our choreographer, can't wait to see what they have instore
As I move to words on this paper following a routine to a show
Avalanche of rhymes break dance like snow
I am rhythm
I deliver these words like cha cha
Sensual sultry movement coming together like a salsa
Keeping you intoxicated as you long for the warmth of a lover
I keep you moved like the beats of drum
Colourful inuendos, knowing spring has sprung
Harmonical expression through the strings of a guitar
Being able to open any door with the keys of a keyboard
I am rhythm but in essence I'm poetry
and as I become poetry
I redefine rhythm
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Water to Wind
Sprinkling cheddars of subtle evaporation
Caress the wind as it whistles past its ears
Making sounds waves and echoing through its shells
Vocal cords like guitar strings water moves through wind
Making its way with no synchronized recording
How the two easily blend as you feel the shivers
Not of coldness but that of calmness like a steady river flow
Making the breeze of the wind cause and abundance of events past the water fall
Together embracing the mythology of magic as reality
They dances side by side through day and night
Earth as their play ground, valley’s, mountains and all insight
Amazing how one naturally cancels the other
But when they are together
They are intertwined like synapses via brain through Siamese twins
They form a sanctuary of celestial paradise
Where they are their own jury and upon themselves they’ll scrutinize
Soothing sensuality with eyes closed and visualize
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When You Race Against Time
Winning is always an OPTION
An opinion of matter, synchronized illusion
You believe you will get there brining fantasy to fruition
But you lose yourself in the race watching time fly
Reminiscing upon moments when u had time insight
Having a disambiguation of how your life would be but you took it for granted
Now you are racing against time all in regret
Trying to find pieces of the puzzle you lost
Procrastinating on what needs to be done presently
The past has consumed your abilities of engineering your future
Stagnant in your step time moves with nature
That’s what happens when you race against time, trying to rectify past failures
Now you are racing against time when once you had it in leisure
Time waits for no man
Yet man always feel the need to make time
Sensational thoughts met by factual of not getting time back
And only what happens afore is remaining time
Reality in mental amidst as u realize
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Transperancy
I see your tears even when you don't cry infront of me
I hear your pain like tear drops falling inside of you
Let me in, so I can try to fix you
I'll bleed your pain and repair every damaged tissue
You say you fine, but your eyes tell me a different story
You living a disguise trapped in hell although you are holy
You are emotionally scard, pain tattoed within your heart
You no longer know what living is, because life and death for you don't seem far apart
You died the day you failed to live
Because you living a painful death (living a life that has no life)
You see yourself through a mirror
But the mirror sees your hurt at first
I know your sky will never be blue
Your brain forms those dark clouds, hence those rainy tears
You've lived with so much pain throughout all these years
Its now a part of your life hence your dreams are your fears
You need a friend, someone to comfort you, its just you don't see me
Or maybe its you in my mind and you IS me
No wonder why I can see you so clearly
I have my eyes shut and yet..Transperancy
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There's More To Me Than Meets The Eye
There's more to me than meets the eye
Look closely, I too also cry
There's more to me than meets the eye
I swear to God and that's no lie
There's more to me than meets the eye
Get a chance to know me then decide
There's more to me than meets the eye
What the eyes percieves isn't always right
There's more to me than meets the eye
I'll be that guy on whom you can always rely
There's more to me than meets the eye
I still believe in love, happiness and rainbows in the sky
There's more to me than meets the eye
Behind all this, I'm a shy guy
There's more to me than meets the eye
Give me a chance to be a part of your life
There's more to me than meets the eye
I'll give you my heart, in which you'll reside
There's more to me than meets the eye
I look into yours and feel alive
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Women
Defies all gravitational orthodoxy that ascertains her
Bringing the mythology of fiction to fruition
Potrait perfection, sculptured image of reincarnation
Preeminence through renaissance, artistic creation
She's a mother of all beings, a mother in a mother who bears all seedlings
A man in all man, ... look past the unscripted beliefs
She telescopes clouds of a unicorn
Birthing astronomical strength that her tears should be of celestial form
Self believe immaculate that inside herself she's born
Call it conceptual inception mirror image being God's form
Ella es el verdadero don
Her heart is equivalent to a treasure hunt, that he who uncovers it should have found a pot of gold
Unlike now younger women who use their bodies as resources, self pimped and sold
Even though she loves like her life depends on it, she cares coz she was made that way.
Doesn't mean she needs to be loved less, nor cared for less
Love your woman like she's your mother, that when you hold your mother, you see how she feels when you hold her
Discerning profinity how a woman and a phoenix share the same myth, realistically
Clannish is her essenance and jus by being a woman should be characterized as epitome in excellence
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When you 'LOVE' to hurt
Anguish and pain revolts feelings the keep us emotionally insane. We find ourselves inlove and yet nothing to gain. Heartache and abhorrence that lead us astray. Subconciously I've met you in a parallel universe, were you and I are inlove yet in reality in reverse. Our love is dead, re-defined death see it pass with a hearse. At once you stole my heart like a thief and a purse. I guess if I was still happy I wouldn't be writting this verse. They say never think with your brain think with your heart, its a pity ones heart doesn't consist of a brain. Ironically I'm dying and you are the one keeping me alive. I'm stuck within my own mind, in retrospect I'm in a votex that has swollowed my life. Tears dripping down my face your can't see them through this mask, or is because emotionally I'm in a cask, or just bleeding inside. How can one win a war when they haven't started to fight. NO! , I'm sorry, you can never gain anything from a fight. Hence my love for you has gone below like. I can't hurt no more all for the sake of love. I can't hurt no more, at times love is just not enough. I loved you once, no doubt, not anymore I just can't. When you LOVE to hurt, you realize how much it hurts to love.
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Silence Is Her Loudest Cry
Hear her not when she cries, for her tears need not dress her face in order for you to adhere to her pain.
Even through sunshine at time it rains ' maybe food for thought, entice your brain'.
Do not let her denotion lead you, love her enough to see through.
If she was a story, she would be factual because the lies she tells is the happiness you see but the truth she feels in the 'LIES' she really needs.
If you really love her, you'll cry the tears she hides, so the time next she's silent she doesn't have to cry inside.
Don't let her smile lead you astray through silence listen to her pray.
Ironic how she wears makeup, hiding emotions that keep her locked up.
Feelings of anguish and pain that she confides in when you don't love her the same.
She too is human, she takes what she can, doesn't mean she can handle what she takes.
Profinity is loving her when she's in pain, coz in equivalence she dawns the face of that 'woman', who carried you for nine months and still cares.
Love her like its your last day, that when you love her tomorrow she'd live with no sorrow.
Love her enough to live in her world with her, then to live without her in yours.
Silence is her loudest cry, not to different from a coma life.
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What Tomorrow May Hold
Blessings in abundance
Or misery unaware
We live not know for morrow
So don’t be in a haste for it might be full of sorrow
Our subconscious leads us to mystic believe
But only thy Father has scripted tomorrows dreams
Tomorrow is just an illusion not something comprehensible
In philosophy tomorrow marks another day of ones life
In factuality it may mark the end of ones life
In reality it marks only what we wish of life
Tomorrow is just another today with expectations
Another yesterday with more revelations
It follows a trail to a treasure hunt
Another day like a baby in the womb
Crafted by someone else in advance or prior
Then by that of your own hands
Astute and sagacious in its step
Assuring for if tomorrow you see then its upon reason
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Why am i still here
Am I besides myself about the thoughts of the future
Or reminicing upon frivolous times of the past
That even through all the loneliness I believe I'm inlove
We sleep on seperate sides of the bed
And the longest conversation we've ever had, is when we argue
The words you said will stain me like a tattoe
Where everytime you walk away feels like nothing new
As if its something I never knew
When you said you loved me, yes loved...
Was that true? , or just something you said not to come across rude
Why am I here?
When that wedding ring you wear feels like a burden
While I embrace our vows, its like making a promise to the devil
You say you love me, when your eyes depict a perfect lie
In public we the perfect couple
In closed doors I wish we were in public
You've taught me how to hate when all I ever did was love
Without my consent you aborted my only child
Why am I still here?
Why am I still here?
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