She’s chain-message rugged On her exterior
In other words, more masculine than other women
She has lived through
a world of painful hard knocks
and then some.
But, just one look into
her Beautiful eyes and
if you look close enough and see what I see,
you’ll know she’s sweetly soft
in a sensual way,
if you know what I mean (wink).
I get myself off thinking about
Like all the things I’d like to tell her.
In my dreams, I smell her
On my lunch break, I taste her
This is something I cannot fake,
Damn, my heart aches so!
I feel her satisfied moans in my loins
and
silently scream for a release into her,
praying she hears me.
I want you,
Deeply...
Soulfully...
and completely
Every inch of you, I WANT,
near me...
Drench me In your mystery
Though I'll take my time,
to discover the source of your light.
From places afar...
my heart reaches out for you
like a lost child with their arms outstretched
Ever longing for a passion, for the passion...
to be more than an echo...
I want you from the core of me...
so I meditate...daily
visualizing, my desire
I must draw you closer, If there is a way.
I will unlock it...
I will astrally project my essence to you in the dark of night...
Materializing next to you...
because... I ACHE for you.
I let my hands roam the barren lands of my body
Slowly searching for the sweet release
that only you....can give
Envisaging what your lips would feel like...
all over me...
saturating me...in all that you are
I imagine that my want....
has now...
become a need.
Bongz, (Read as Bongz's Heart) in my poetry. This is best how I describe my experiences with myself and with others mostly. Drop comments, I really appreciate them. Salute (*_*)7
Friday, 7 December 2012
Friday, 23 November 2012
A man spent hollow and his sorrow
To become a man spent hollow.
The boy must laugh at his sorrow.
My pain is my own,
Have to make it my grace.
Find strength in the dark and take the stake in my soul.
So what if I've been dealt the worst hand?
Play my bluff and make jokers of fortune.
I'm an artist whose greatest work was the facade I painted.
I'm an architect whose greatest monument was the walls I built.
Every soldier has their protection, only a fool would be without.
There's promise for me, deep behind a mind rife with doubt.
I'm the chorus of a yet written ballad that's world famous.
I'm the spark of a match that sets this tired city aflame.
If I think I'll find peace,
I'll Pack my bag, take sail on the seas.
Leave this life never content with the tide,
And set out to take this world in my stride...
I wont let the ink go dry, rather etch my story on my skin.
I'll scribe about her Eyes of new hope like the sea
Hair dark like midnight sky's
Heart and soul full of desire
how I found her company refreshing and new
As we'd sit and talk until the morning hours.
as I'd look into her and wonder if she knows...
She's a bitch above the bunch.
I resist the urge to jump in.
Afraid She would only use me and throw me away.
I just patiently wait to watch you hit a mine!
My heart is honest, to live without passion would be sin.
The boy must laugh at his sorrow.
My pain is my own,
Have to make it my grace.
Find strength in the dark and take the stake in my soul.
So what if I've been dealt the worst hand?
Play my bluff and make jokers of fortune.
I'm an artist whose greatest work was the facade I painted.
I'm an architect whose greatest monument was the walls I built.
Every soldier has their protection, only a fool would be without.
There's promise for me, deep behind a mind rife with doubt.
I'm the chorus of a yet written ballad that's world famous.
I'm the spark of a match that sets this tired city aflame.
If I think I'll find peace,
I'll Pack my bag, take sail on the seas.
Leave this life never content with the tide,
And set out to take this world in my stride...
I wont let the ink go dry, rather etch my story on my skin.
I'll scribe about her Eyes of new hope like the sea
Hair dark like midnight sky's
Heart and soul full of desire
how I found her company refreshing and new
As we'd sit and talk until the morning hours.
as I'd look into her and wonder if she knows...
She's a bitch above the bunch.
I resist the urge to jump in.
Afraid She would only use me and throw me away.
I just patiently wait to watch you hit a mine!
My heart is honest, to live without passion would be sin.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Our Flirt
Cast me in dark shadows like a myth of figments
haunting
sequels to brush and blush in ecstasy?
In a fool's paradise
we could mock each other with sweet infatuation
and let the nectars flow.
She pulled me in
with silver tongue and ruby lips.
Seduced and tantalized
with bewitched gestures of fancy indulgence
I flatter obscene desire?
I dived into the depth of her being,
and haven't resurfaced.
Infatuation bloomed, flowering this passion.
Let this adoration
arouse flagrant snugness with unquenched warmth and char,
Now Friendship is silent decay!
Tell me girl from the west, where the sun will ever set,
Would you love this with joy?
haunting
sequels to brush and blush in ecstasy?
In a fool's paradise
we could mock each other with sweet infatuation
and let the nectars flow.
She pulled me in
with silver tongue and ruby lips.
Seduced and tantalized
with bewitched gestures of fancy indulgence
I flatter obscene desire?
I dived into the depth of her being,
and haven't resurfaced.
Infatuation bloomed, flowering this passion.
Let this adoration
arouse flagrant snugness with unquenched warmth and char,
Now Friendship is silent decay!
Tell me girl from the west, where the sun will ever set,
Would you love this with joy?
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
This Worthless Perfection
I live a starless life, Fragile and imperfect
Underneath rainy skies, Believed to be worthless
Unable to wake up from misery
Alone...
Unable to sleep and Drowning in our own screams with Tears that flow endlessly
Wishing tomorrow wouldn’t come
Bathed in self inflicted pain
Wanting to disappear far away
Hiding behind fakes smiles
Holding back over flowing sorrow
Reaching out for answers, for someone who understands us.
Someone to believe in, Since we can’t
believe in ourselves
Staring out the window, Wondering if there really is such a person
Who would actually care?
Hold me close? and always be
there?
To fill my starless sky with hopes and meaningful life
Scare away my fears, while wiping my tears
Becoming what life failed to be...
The only one to mean, everything
Underneath rainy skies, Believed to be worthless
Unable to wake up from misery
Alone...
Unable to sleep and Drowning in our own screams with Tears that flow endlessly
Wishing tomorrow wouldn’t come
Bathed in self inflicted pain
Wanting to disappear far away
Hiding behind fakes smiles
Holding back over flowing sorrow
Reaching out for answers, for someone who understands us.
Someone to believe in, Since we can’t
believe in ourselves
Staring out the window, Wondering if there really is such a person
Who would actually care?
Hold me close? and always be
there?
To fill my starless sky with hopes and meaningful life
Scare away my fears, while wiping my tears
Becoming what life failed to be...
The only one to mean, everything
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Words On A Page
If I told you this poem
was meant for you,
would my words be more than words on a page?
If I told you that I liked you
Would you tell me you can't say that or relish in the notion of what my words have set in motion?
I'll have no regrets for what I may say,
I have so many emotions to give away
So tell me...
Please tell me...
These words mean more to you than just words on a page
would my words be more than words on a page?
If I told you that I liked you
Would you tell me you can't say that or relish in the notion of what my words have set in motion?
I'll have no regrets for what I may say,
I have so many emotions to give away
So tell me...
Please tell me...
These words mean more to you than just words on a page
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
PRICELESS WORTH
Hey pretty young lady...
Have a seat, let me tell you a story...
about your feminine glory...
and your worth...
Yeah you heard me...
what you have shining on the inside of you is real bright...
in fact its more of a delight...
I know you don't even know me...
but that doesn't stop me from knowing your story
See maybe you don't realize...
what it is that you got between your thighs....
It'll make a priest tell lies and a lying man tell the truth...
It's the most mysterious prize...
to be shared only with your soul mate...
not Tom, Dick and Harry trying to bust down your gate and write graffiti on the walls of your soul
Hey baby don't you know....
you are special!
You have the power to make the fiercest of Warriors lay down and be still...
Even in the middle of a battle, you can make them do your will
And That is why....
You need to shine...
By using your mind & not your behind
See babygirl...
I want to see you use what's between your ears...
Don't believe what people say...
cause your power fills them with fear
You have...
education, dedication and ancient help for divination along with the ability to spark creation
You have ...a beautiful mind so don't be inclined to bend to men's will
Use your self confidence like a shield
Cause you... are fierce......
and don't let anybody tell you different
make them listen cause YOU got something to say!
And as your soul glistens, get in position...
turn their heads as you walk by and tell them....
"Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful"...
hear what I say
Because your success as a young woman is critical as the epidemic of unwed mothers gets political...
and HIV is a killer...but ...you don't hear me though
Use your god given intuition...
like spiritual ammunition and... don't let a man...
put you in any uncomfortable positions
YOU have control of your will...
Have a seat, let me tell you a story...
about your feminine glory...
and your worth...
Yeah you heard me...
what you have shining on the inside of you is real bright...
in fact its more of a delight...
I know you don't even know me...
but that doesn't stop me from knowing your story
See maybe you don't realize...
what it is that you got between your thighs....
It'll make a priest tell lies and a lying man tell the truth...
It's the most mysterious prize...
to be shared only with your soul mate...
not Tom, Dick and Harry trying to bust down your gate and write graffiti on the walls of your soul
Hey baby don't you know....
you are special!
You have the power to make the fiercest of Warriors lay down and be still...
Even in the middle of a battle, you can make them do your will
And That is why....
You need to shine...
By using your mind & not your behind
See babygirl...
I want to see you use what's between your ears...
Don't believe what people say...
cause your power fills them with fear
You have...
education, dedication and ancient help for divination along with the ability to spark creation
You have ...a beautiful mind so don't be inclined to bend to men's will
Use your self confidence like a shield
Cause you... are fierce......
and don't let anybody tell you different
make them listen cause YOU got something to say!
And as your soul glistens, get in position...
turn their heads as you walk by and tell them....
"Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful"...
hear what I say
Because your success as a young woman is critical as the epidemic of unwed mothers gets political...
and HIV is a killer...but ...you don't hear me though
Use your god given intuition...
like spiritual ammunition and... don't let a man...
put you in any uncomfortable positions
YOU have control of your will...
Monday, 3 September 2012
My Firefly♡
Boil alive this evening under me,
Get below everything I've denied I've had.
You've kept my mind babygirl.
My minds kept you.
You're just that fucking special.
The most intimate heart attack I've ever had.
You're a tsunami.
You're a revelation.
You're a firefly that burns.
Don't tell me you'll be here and leave
Let me know all the pain you've seen
Then let's drown that sorrow with our love.
Let's throw away that risk we've always teased.
My soul eagerly waits on the ends of your cheeks to be the beginning &
forever of your smile
Sleep well my beautiful...
Don't leave my dreams.
Get below everything I've denied I've had.
You've kept my mind babygirl.
My minds kept you.
You're just that fucking special.
The most intimate heart attack I've ever had.
You're a tsunami.
You're a revelation.
You're a firefly that burns.
Don't tell me you'll be here and leave
Let me know all the pain you've seen
Then let's drown that sorrow with our love.
Let's throw away that risk we've always teased.
My soul eagerly waits on the ends of your cheeks to be the beginning &
forever of your smile
Sleep well my beautiful...
Don't leave my dreams.
Saturday, 12 May 2012
Our Beautiful Contradictions
Nothing can truly describe the exact mix of mental spice,
I feel when I look at you.
Joy and excitement and lust,
melting together inside,
colliding and fighting to create a stew.
All this I feel when I look at you.
Contrasting rivers pour over my porous membrane.
Cold shivering brain, hot sticky thought train.
A rumbling, grumbling of emotion growing in my gut rising up the throat ejaculating from the mouth
in the form of the words
"I want you"
These words will always and forever fail to express the beating complexities of my inner world.
I want you so much I love you,
I love you so much I want you.
We annoy each other more than I care to cover but also delight each other more than any other.
I am content to bask in your warmth forever!
We're pieces of the puzzle,
Fitting together unintentionally creating abstract art, So wrong it becomes right.
Breaking the bounds of normality,
an elegant dance of ying and yang,
opposites flowing into each other.
When we're together our love resonates like amplified audio from Burson!
What I'm tryna say is, someday I'd like you to be my emergency contact person.
I feel when I look at you.
Joy and excitement and lust,
melting together inside,
colliding and fighting to create a stew.
All this I feel when I look at you.
Contrasting rivers pour over my porous membrane.
Cold shivering brain, hot sticky thought train.
A rumbling, grumbling of emotion growing in my gut rising up the throat ejaculating from the mouth
in the form of the words
"I want you"
These words will always and forever fail to express the beating complexities of my inner world.
I want you so much I love you,
I love you so much I want you.
We annoy each other more than I care to cover but also delight each other more than any other.
I am content to bask in your warmth forever!
We're pieces of the puzzle,
Fitting together unintentionally creating abstract art, So wrong it becomes right.
Breaking the bounds of normality,
an elegant dance of ying and yang,
opposites flowing into each other.
When we're together our love resonates like amplified audio from Burson!
What I'm tryna say is, someday I'd like you to be my emergency contact person.
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
The River of Death
People telling me
what they'd do if they were me
trying to force a
point of view,
Its this Fear of life,
And the fear of Assassins' idol,
Sneaking around
like a hidden knife
That's causing all to believe they know best!
There's no time to hesitate,
no time to contemplate
I gotta stand up,
We ALL gotta stand up,
Absorb the rhythm of their songs
Life is nothing
but eternal woe.
Death is the ultimate.
Death is the beginning.
Death is an end.
Death is,
the friend in the group that no one likes!
Death is, right now, my closest
friend.
This pain, I know will never go away.
It might ease with time,
but will never truly fade,
And,
with each passing day,
I will recall all the cheerful memories that we made.
I can't predict the future,
So I stare at the river of death,
Hoping it won't carry me away
to the land of the dead
what they'd do if they were me
trying to force a
point of view,
Its this Fear of life,
And the fear of Assassins' idol,
Sneaking around
like a hidden knife
That's causing all to believe they know best!
There's no time to hesitate,
no time to contemplate
I gotta stand up,
We ALL gotta stand up,
Absorb the rhythm of their songs
Life is nothing
but eternal woe.
Death is the ultimate.
Death is the beginning.
Death is an end.
Death is,
the friend in the group that no one likes!
Death is, right now, my closest
friend.
This pain, I know will never go away.
It might ease with time,
but will never truly fade,
And,
with each passing day,
I will recall all the cheerful memories that we made.
I can't predict the future,
So I stare at the river of death,
Hoping it won't carry me away
to the land of the dead
Monday, 9 January 2012
The Dove...And I Died
My Hope grows like the contagion of
dandelion dust
So take me to the flowery field, no one knows,
About us,
You and I,
the heart and hand, I
die.
I don't think you meant to burn me
but I'm branded by your ways
Shake the dust, I have
to see the river, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
In the hive, I die.
Lead the way with your frozen eyes
I obliviously follow Further and further,
trusting lies,
thriving inside eyes so hollow
Take my tumors, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
Where you drowned
my oxygen, I die.
I felt up your velvet branches,
soul searching yet I'm scratching your back
Drag my bag of bones
because no one knows
About us,
You and I
and your murderous
touch...How I died.
dandelion dust
So take me to the flowery field, no one knows,
About us,
You and I,
the heart and hand, I
die.
I don't think you meant to burn me
but I'm branded by your ways
Shake the dust, I have
to see the river, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
In the hive, I die.
Lead the way with your frozen eyes
I obliviously follow Further and further,
trusting lies,
thriving inside eyes so hollow
Take my tumors, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
Where you drowned
my oxygen, I die.
I felt up your velvet branches,
soul searching yet I'm scratching your back
Drag my bag of bones
because no one knows
About us,
You and I
and your murderous
touch...How I died.
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Imperfect Passions
Passion isn't Perfect.
Its not clean,
or orderly,
or flawless.
It's Raw and
Real and
Beautiful!
I do
everything
in my life
with
imperfect
passion.
And it works
for me,
regardless
of what you
think!
So don't tell
me I can't
trim lines in my brows.
They're
meaningful and expressive.
Don't tell me
my poems don't rhyme.
If the right
words
rhymed, I would've used them.
Don't tell me my penmanship is sloppy.
I'm too busy writing for
tomorrow to give a fuck.
And don't
you dare tell
me to quiet down and blend in!
I stand out
because I was born to!
I live my life
with the
most
Imperfect of
Passions.
Because
there's no
other kind.
And no other
way.
Its not clean,
or orderly,
or flawless.
It's Raw and
Real and
Beautiful!
I do
everything
in my life
with
imperfect
passion.
And it works
for me,
regardless
of what you
think!
So don't tell
me I can't
trim lines in my brows.
They're
meaningful and expressive.
Don't tell me
my poems don't rhyme.
If the right
words
rhymed, I would've used them.
Don't tell me my penmanship is sloppy.
I'm too busy writing for
tomorrow to give a fuck.
And don't
you dare tell
me to quiet down and blend in!
I stand out
because I was born to!
I live my life
with the
most
Imperfect of
Passions.
Because
there's no
other kind.
And no other
way.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
An Immortal Feeling
Have you ever witnessed the apple fall?
Have you experienced a feeling beyond a mortals dream?
Or a look that commands the Stars to
shine?
Can you imagine a smile that humbles all that paradise has to offer?
Such a feeling chose my heart, my
dreams,
And turned my darkness, into a new sunrise, where you opened my eyes to a beautiful new world
That day the heavens witnessed me falling from that tree of the most coveted emotion,
To be consumed by this girl, With a voice to grace the silence of any virgin valley
A heart soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow
With An embrace to make the bluebells of spring bow their heads
Leaving me with a desire, to stop time.
A moment of lust, to last forever
But held back are the tears, created by the fears,
Like the west wind taking her away
To a place where another happiness bloomed And my dreams followed in dusts embrace.
This lost feeling I keep locked away
Deep within my soul,
Now and then it escapes
Consuming me in hopeless longing,
A trigger for Suicidal thoughts, In the
darkness, just before dawn,
A burden to my being, never to be lifted
This emotion is my only Companion
For when my time comes
I will take this burden with me
A comfort through The Valley of
death
She was like my cinema, I could watch her all day
A thing of beauty to show God
A feeling to keep for 1 day more
than Eternity.
Its really hard to describe,
When I See her...
talk to her or...
even when I'm in her presence my heart still cries for her.....
She used to be my Happiness
Remember my tale, and cherish
what you have,
Do not pick up this pen,
go kiss your love And forget me.
Perhaps I will find my kiss in eternity.
Have you experienced a feeling beyond a mortals dream?
Or a look that commands the Stars to
shine?
Can you imagine a smile that humbles all that paradise has to offer?
Such a feeling chose my heart, my
dreams,
And turned my darkness, into a new sunrise, where you opened my eyes to a beautiful new world
That day the heavens witnessed me falling from that tree of the most coveted emotion,
To be consumed by this girl, With a voice to grace the silence of any virgin valley
A heart soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow
With An embrace to make the bluebells of spring bow their heads
Leaving me with a desire, to stop time.
A moment of lust, to last forever
But held back are the tears, created by the fears,
Like the west wind taking her away
To a place where another happiness bloomed And my dreams followed in dusts embrace.
This lost feeling I keep locked away
Deep within my soul,
Now and then it escapes
Consuming me in hopeless longing,
A trigger for Suicidal thoughts, In the
darkness, just before dawn,
A burden to my being, never to be lifted
This emotion is my only Companion
For when my time comes
I will take this burden with me
A comfort through The Valley of
death
She was like my cinema, I could watch her all day
A thing of beauty to show God
A feeling to keep for 1 day more
than Eternity.
Its really hard to describe,
When I See her...
talk to her or...
even when I'm in her presence my heart still cries for her.....
She used to be my Happiness
Remember my tale, and cherish
what you have,
Do not pick up this pen,
go kiss your love And forget me.
Perhaps I will find my kiss in eternity.
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