Dedication

Today, this day;
to my beloved's birthday
I dedicate my warmest wishes;
my heartiest hug unleashes
and my unending assurance,
adulation of your importance
as personally where I am thankful
for your birth, marking it eventful.

Boxed

I am opening the plastic
to folding this into something,
keeping letters and all nostalgic
to remembering, to preserving,
picturing writes visually poetic,
cherishing them with passion a loving.

To Her

To love is her,
to err, together...
a beautiful union,
in unison of our affection,
compassion, adoration, and feel
of this - a happenstance for real,
accepting love as it is,
securing in wedded bliss.

Slumber

Over it, playing on stereo,
the headsets my baby bought,
replaying in mind like video,
of Boston repeatedly, it brought
memories of us - our love paseo.

Stewie

S
S
S
S
S
S
s
spastic
strolling,
stalks
Starbucks,
shopping
shirts &
shirtless;
seafood :
St. Valentines.

Mocha Scrabbled

In a room with eight identical tables
and only one a corner, taken exclusively;
even Maxis, had its numeric in harmony
signifying luck perchance, and time enables,
more hugs I chant. I disregard thee not
Come Austin Chase and make no haste,
the time is nigh, let it not go to waste
as at this we kiss to a coming weekend lot.

Curious

There lived this little boy
of whom, knew minimal about,
and in the seasons full of giving,
his heart he gave to whom without
hesitation, and his mind to its being,
concomitantly time spent, kindled to enjoy.

Agave

Needless to say,
as tears they swell,
this is just for the day,
tomorrow, it will all be well.

My pledge belated,
and of this I will give
of which I am affiliated
before my retreat I leave.

Archaic

We are here again, my friend
to be meeting at this junction,
where the path leads to, an emotion;
to be too fragile to begin,
of what is not found within;
I, my words now, them sentences.

Pill

Give me some drugs, please
I think I need some morphine
to keep, to contain this endorphin
as it is, pleasuring my mind to bliss.

3tch

I could put my finger on you, and feel
so comfortable, it felt like my own skin
I am touching; the friction, brushing on
my baby, with delicate, passionate smothering
and almost tilting the head to pashing.

I could put my finger on you and feel,
so comfortable it felt like my own skin,
I am touching the friction, brushing on
a baby with delicate, passionate smothering,
and almost tilting the head to pashing.

Edge of This

Too many a word makes about my memory,
about the girl, who has made a stout imagery
of the compelling things memorable; o so lovely,
as I remember with utmost precision, astutely.

A Question For Time

Of this I ask at Time;
if life once held me bitter,
would I ever taste it, sweeter
than any sugary coatings,
than any of its wrongdoings?
Will the pain from the inside,
gradually decrease, they subside
and be replaced by these,
a reason why I should not cease.

Two Extra Old

As sweet as brandy,
the day was dandy;
she's sweeter than candy
making his day, happy!

So he was feeling arty,
out of sincerity
showering his lovability,
feeling inside, all fuzzy!

Memoirs

Allow me to hold you by the hand,
and take you to heights unimaginable,
we will experience the living pain
and feel the meaning behind love,
not just pashing under a three-leaf-clover
or ejecting some semen left off as stain,
those are literally nothing comparable
to how this perspective of life we could bend.

Pink Martini

...and at such an instance,
my sudden urge overwhelms
at the sight of her entrance;
her complexion radiates.

It caught the breath off of me,
of her slightest gestures,
sweetly the smile that I see,
walking towards where I was.

Tragedy

In spite of
Death, is
the Life
of no purpose.

The Lass I Saw

On a fine Sunday morning,
the service that I was attending,
I chanced upon a lass so pretty looking;
she was a part of the choir team, singing.

And from where I was sitting,
there was nothing obstructing,
I could tell that she saw me glancing
for our eyes they met without stopping.

"Who is this?", I kept wondering.
My next impulse then kept me thinking,
whether I should approach without practicing,
of what I should say and the manner of my asking.

So I ended up doing nothing.
But I got her name; and that was something!
Jade E was her name, and that was all I was needing
to composing this, for my eternity to remembering.

Metronome

A 4/4 would sound like a wa-ter-mel-lon,
and a 3/4 would sound like a pa-pa-ya;
a 6/8 will be ev-ry-day-is-Sun-day,
whilst a 2/4 will be to-day.

Savoir Faire

Today’s tomorrow comes not this day,

As the sorrow are but here to stay;

How hollow can yet be the month of May?

Smeared yellow all brings thoughts to flay.

Don’t follow! `Tis not something money can pay:

Hearts will bellow never, not in its gay!

My fellow, love let not hearts be left in nay,

Its over-shadow visibly, propensity to slay!

Tomorrows’ flow comes… bank not on Sunday;

You’ll wallow indubitably as you’ve mislay

The glow, redundant, you denote not the ray.