Mr. Taylor

When I was in high school a teacher once told me that my poetry was too transparent... with that memory in mind I wrote this, dedicated to Mr. Taylor (honestly he was a very cool teacher though, I really liked him).

'A teacher hones an art desired by the most developed nation

A critic can be achieved by the lowest of fools

To those who desire the less transparent

I say they should go seek the joys of self gratification'

Dance inside of me...

I love your eyes
The way they smile
They dance inside of me.
They tickle the essence of my existence,
They dance inside of me

I adore your eyes
Hidden beneath, a mystery sweet
They dance inside of me
The tender carress of your gentle gaze
They dance inside of me

I want your eyes
Buried beneath the sinews of my being
Your lips compliment, and curve in praise to they
That dance inside of me

Though miles away
Truth still remains

and they dance inside of me

While you sleep...

I kiss your memory while you sleep
because you are far away from me
but one day soon
this distance will be far removed
and we'll be embraced by destiny

primer amor perdido....

La manera que te he amado...
nunca he sentido eso antes...

La manera que te he adorado
nunca he vuelto a sentir

Ya que no sientes lo mismo,
no se que es lo que siento hacia ti
pero si se que nunca quiero sentir menos por otra

nick nacks of knit knots

If one cannot knit and not knot one should not knit,
cause if one does not knit then one cannot knit knots
but to knit nets one needs knots
A true master only knits knots in nets.
for if they have not knots you have not knit nets

Mienteme mi amor

Mienteme mi amor
mi corazoncito... ya extrana el dolor
mienteme mi amor... quiero k me mientas.

siempre te daba mi amor desnudo...
que nunca llevaba ropa de culpa
pero tu siempre andabas vestida...

mi almohada queda con el olor de tu presencia
pero ya ese olor se va desvaneciendo
igual que los sentimientos que nunca me regalaste
y ya extrano que me mientas...

siempre pensaba que yo he tenido
contigo
un amor verdadero
pero esa mentira
k nunca me dejaba
me hacia sentir pena
lloraba y lloraba

mienteme mi amor!!

grounded

I want to fly...
where to?
just fly...
I just want to fly.
I want to be free...
I just want to fly.
I want to leave everything behind
Just end up where I end up
Just a backpack, a guitar, and my bible
and just fly

I want to go
... to just go
I want to be gone and...
and...
and I don't know...
but I hope to figure it out while I am gone
for now...
I just know I want to go.

I know I want to go
I feel I need to go
I am scared
Afraid to leave it behind...
and come back to find it all gone
Afraid to find I always wanted you,
afraid I will look back at what I don't have anymore...
and to realize I want it...
but now...
well, you know now...

But in this current season,
Being here is destroying my character,
which only reveals my character.
I long to be in a place...
to be in arms...
where I no longer have to think
yet still, thoughts come naturally

I just want to leave
I just want to go
I just want to fly,

but where can I fly to... that i will not follow?