Necessary Truth

When you stop fearing death,

You begin to live

When you stop worrying,

You can better live

When it all fall apart,

Then, you can start to rebuild

Growing Black Roses

hard to believe,
if one can just be, leave
difficulties in the realms
she cannot be in power
fouler than he having emotions
she wants it all, devotion
he wants just to be real, not just portions
can't believe in love, much less potions
-
fight for her, fight for her
she wants you to fight for her
but you just trying to meet halfway
by the way, she has a cake
and wants a frosting
even when you have it all
your eyes still wonder
why do we think? Why do we ponder?
when it's not perfect, that's when its stronger
when it's real, when it's right
they don't see more in anything
they just want more in everything
don't you know too much seasoning is bad,
for your heart?
build on the bad
eventually it will all fall apart
-
black roses,
roses manipulated

Find Your Love:

Inside an Italian man’s dish

For unwanted domestics

For presidents

Being part of a resident

In the view of landscapes

On men’s wood

In a running shoe

In the a person’s blemish

In not being selfish

In music

In a kiss

For a meaning cause

Watching someone’s loss

In the site of ample hips

In the warmth of tea sips

Inside the middle of your heart

For mathematics

Between a woman's legs

When getting to your bed

For nature

In being sure

In the taste of rum

For a lonely bum

In dump sites

For sweets

In something new

Being one of the only few
In a man's brain

In happy man
In beautiful lips
For beauty
Find your love in living

Pear

This edible fruit, green skinned,

With a shot of red from her chest to her cheeks,

As if blushing to my touch

-I held your bottom, not your cone head

-I held your bottom, so that I can see your face,

As my fangs pierces through your skin

-You are a sweet thing, sweet blushing fruit,

That blushes to my touch,

Apple bottom, yes -your exotic bottom cheeks

That resembles your close cousin: Apple

As if sisters once,

Before you decided to grow a cone,

And be this different fruit,

This exotic fruit

-I held you in my hands, as GOD did when HE sculpted you,

From clay, and decided that you be edible,

- Good thing, because what else could I do with you?

On top of her cone, she began to brown on one side,

Then fading leaving freckles, before returning to,

Her normal green color

-I want to ask, did you catch a tan?

-Or do you wish to be like your half sister?

The brown one, with soft skin,

The, not so firm, that is so sweet,

One would think she was becoming sugar?

-You are a sweet thing, sweet blushing fruit,

That blushes to my touch,

-I like your, blush, your shyness,

Your freckles that looks like a tan,

Just on one side, because you decide to wait for me,

Under the blinding sun

Green, blushing, tanned fruit,

Beautiful pear

Letting Go

I don't know if I should cry
I new it was coming
just didn't know how, or when
10
or 10, 30
sometime between then
you said it was over

Believe it or not, I felt no change
strange
I've seen unwelcome tears
appear in situations like this
all the while, I just wish I could
make them Disaster

You said it's not working out
and you have to send me out walking
I felt no change
I wanted to cry
because that is what is normal
normal

I knew it was coming
I expected it, in fact
I said this morning, that
It'll probably be my last
day with you

Did I want it?
I may have wanted it,
in fact
I may need it
I'd admit, things are different
the love is no longer there
but I'm simple
I cannot leave
especially if I get
the frosting on the cake
I wasn't sad
I was happy
because we are all better off
better


The sun began ascending
out of the gray and white clouds
and the wet asphalt began
drying beneath my feet

He Already Missed You

Sitting in an empty, four, white walls,

It shows unhappiness,

Sand, almost filled the bottom glass

Near ending, and he already missed you,

And you haven’t yet left.

So how can he live,

From here, to his car,

without you.