Poetry

5 yet 10

March 8th 2019 the sun has risen again

Turning our relationship into 5 yet 10

This day 5 years ago at 5pm you became my wife/

But it was 10 years ago when you began to change my life/

We’ve had this eloquent song and dance a third of our lives/

It’s amazing when you stop to realize/

We found in school what many get lost looking for/

And that was a pure love to keep breathing for/

I will never stop saying you’re my sexy savior

And will blame you for my lovey behavior

My queen whom has seen me beyond low

My goddess who will defend me from every blow/

Gorgeous eyes that are beyond depth

Still has the power to take away my breath

I see your smile and can’t help but renew my promise to you/

Promise to always be there and true

Promise to support and be honest

Promise to be your warrior on every conquest/

We’ve come so far at this point

Metaphorically joined at the hip joint

I knew from the moment we first kissed you were the one/

Now you’re having our first son

When thinking of you alone I still feel humble

That you allowed me to catch you and not to fumble/

You chose me as your king, and I refuse to drop the crown

Without you I’m nothing, I can’t exist without you around.

You are truly magic without a tome of fiction

Indescribable elegance in any form of diction

With my wife, mother of my child, on March 8, 2019 the sun rose again

Turning our bond 5 yet 10.

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Amorous Felony

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I’m here to make an accusation

Of this crime of felonious infatuation

Without any resistance on my part

She came through and stole my heart

With me so deep in this world of grime

It was easy for her to commit the crime

She came through all the ups and downs

Easily broke through my frowns

Came to me when I was at the brink of deaths acceptance

To force me to fight for my existence

Go to war just to stand by her side

Doing all God would allow me to make her my bride

The cliché says it was my heart that she stole

But in truth she merged with me, becoming one with my soul

Turning the cacophony of my life to the perfect symphony

Even if it was an amorous felony

 

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The Dragon and The Dame

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The Dragon and The Dame

We know it all too well, The story of the Dragon and the Dame

In which she was confident the beast she would tame

But she fell prey to the monster’s eyes

So lost she couldn’t tell the truth for the lies

It started as a venture to save his life

He bared his fangs, threatened with claws

She took it in stride, analyzing his flaws

This daily battle oddly filled her with relief

Already she was trapped behind the Dragon’s teeth

Becoming victim to love’s bondage

Her pure heart was a willing hostage

She was warned, this was a corrosive gave

Heed them she did not, as she was drunk off his intoxicating flame

A flame that scorched her very soul

Turning to ash in his hands was her role

She loved him & his corruption, loved him to death

A smoldering end was all that was left

Another dame gone, his daft flame had spoken

But this one was one too soon, and left the Dragon broken

He realized too late, you shouldn’t destroy what you love

He was toxic, he made a crow from a dove

He was corrupt, but she didn’t hesitate to save

But his only concern was turning her heart into his slave

Without her the beast felt meager and meek

His toxic heart deliberately grew weak

Scales withered to decay, the end is nigh

Without the healing of the Dame, the Dragon did die

The self-corrosion was abated by the naïve dame

But his own nature killed her and himself all the same

Tale as old as time, this vicious circle never ends

The game will just change players, and begin again

 

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Supernova

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One can’t escape the gravity of your soul/
Drawing me in consuming me whole/
Adding me to your greatness, we operate as one/
Bound through eternity, burning brighter than the sun/
A bond so unique, a way to describe it I haven’t heard/
Just saying love is too simple a word/
Yet no truer word can be said other than love/
We’ll have to create a new word as our souls soar above/
Shining bright as we go so far/
Together were a celestial event, a love star/
Our bond will only grow in power/
Until we go supernova and start an amorous meteor shower/
Becoming a gift for the heavens to see/
Astronomical is truly how I see you and me/

Poetic Ice

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Gift of Love

There is no time like now/
The present to present our presence/
A presence of love and Yule tide cheer/
Where none of us live in fear/
We all embrace our fellow man/
Not bolster a nationality or skin tan/
Accept one and all as human/
Knowing we are flawed, we are men/
Just beings in search of love/
A quest ordained from those above/
The time is now people, join this happy holiday/
Spread not hate, but love each and every way/
Seek not the need for violent acts/
None are justified, and that’s just facts/
Give the gift of love, that would be nice/
It’s free of charge, filling, and melts the ice/
The ice around a malice filled heart/
It may not fix the world, but it’s a good start.

Love one another people, happy holidays

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Possession

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Now under my control/
To bend to my whim and will/
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I’ve infiltrated the corners of your soul/
I’ll twist and turn your passion/
Tangle your fingers in the sheets/
Toes curled as your heart increases beats/
You thought you were in control/
Thought this was your choice/
Silly child, you never had a voice/
Simply the sexual prey/
Never once able to keep me at bay/
You’re the one that was caught/
But feels to good to catch your breath/
Only when I ordain it so/
I tell your body when yo stop and go/
Your orgasm is the lick, I am the key/
Once unlocked, then I’ll let you free/
You are forever under my control/
Oppression? No possession of your very soul/

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One harsh B!+©h

We all live this thing called life/
She is one harsh B!+©h/
Such a volatile mixture of success, lessons and strife/

She takes her time to set you up/
Making it easy to knock you down/
Confusing you will the philosophy of a half empty or full cup/

Once you get a grasp on things you smile/
Life lets you think you that you won/
But give it a minute life will strike back with style/

It’s like this B!+©h has a frigid vendetta/
She needs you to stumble before you stand/
So she shot you point blank with Beretta/

Damn life is one harsh B!+©h/
One that we all fight to live/
She teaches us the difference of wealth and rich/

The harsh B!+©h is our first gift, greatest curse/
Because no matter how harsh we crave to live her/
So be grateful because it could be a lot worse/

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Just venting about that chick life, but still ready to conquer the next day

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