Speaking beyond the norm...They think I'm strange
...Thinking unusual to nature...I say it's creative...
What do you think??

Thursday, April 15, 2010

A Letter (Revised)

A thought, simple and receiving life as it is released into the air. For every moment developed by opportunity, a glimpse in time absently purposed, I think of you. Surrounded by walls of imprisonment, choice and limitation, I find myself prevented to bask in your presence. But by wonders and imaginations created from the lyrical sayings published by the editorial place of my heart, your presence surrounds me. Leaving me in a state of mind of attraction, an invisible attachment, I desire to be near you. But miles of distance tread upon my desires, constructing patience as a journey to endure. Close in speech, far in reach, my desire speaks. My touch impeached, my mind racing and my thought retracing. Conversing with you holds me to my means of approach. With hope leading my every step fighting the contradicting forces that dare to intrude upon our possibilities, I stand faithful to you.

Not knowing what stands on the other end of my hope, only trust allows me to cling to you for so long. Understanding matters of past destruction done within you and incomplete foundations built on sinking regrets; I offer space and time to ready a new development. For hurt is a womb to be closed. Patience is key to every development, and I’m here to help pave every moment of it with you, until solid is your fortress and strength is our foundation. Motives to make you happy, make you smile and give you life swell within me. Until that is done, I have much work to accomplish. I seek only one thing of you, chance.

I prove nothing but what and who I am, that’s who you see. What I present is what you shall get. I’m no knight in shining amour, because I find fairytales are not real. But the dream you dreamed, it seemed so real. I will make it a reality. Dreams are only prolonged wishes, so let me be your dream. Let me be the reason to wake up with a smile. Let me be the reason why the comfort of your dreams is in the comfort of my arms, the spark in your dream is in the spark of my kiss, and the life of your dreams is in the future of us. Trust me this isn’t a game, only the words on the tablet of my heart projected on paper, No game at heart declared. I am my words and my words are me, the truth. I sit and I wonder what it is that keeps me coming to you again, message after message, comment after comment, flirt after flirt. Proclaimed and seconded, only time will tell. So, I wait. A thought. Simple!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Just A Thought

You know, i was just talking with someone the other day on the subject
of life. It's amazing how you can look out into this world, and see life in
so many perspectives. As you mature from the nature of a child into the
nature of adulthood, your insight on everything changes, the environ-
ment becomes more clear and the understanding you had a child has
broaden as you become an adult.You don't watch the same things you
use to watch, you don't say the same things you used to say, and you
probably don't hang with the same crew you used to hang with because
your perspective has change and wisdom begins to blossom.

From generation to generation, every person was raised under a certain
norm, morale, or value that has been implanted by there ancestor from
different background and cultures which eventually led to some form of
stereotype or prejudice concepts that even falls into today's time.I have
debated with different people of my culture to different people of anoth
er culture concerning the issue of slavery and racism. It not in my full
purpose that this be my main focus in this note, but briefly i want it to be
spoken and heard.

I understand what we as an African American culture has endured in the
past, but personally, i feel that something that occur one hundred years
ago, should not be carried over into another one hundreds years to come.
Don't get me wrong, it's good to know your history and value it, but don't
value it too much, that it's still an issue. Now we talk about how Dr. King
dream has come true because of a African American President, but has
it really? Because the dream talked about unity also not just opportunity.
We see one change, but what about all the other changes? Our country
will never get better until the people as a whole gets better. Change
does not happen unless we change, until we think differently, until we
really let go of the past, because nothing will ever change if we are still
holding on to what prevented change for the last 100years. Our attitudes
has to change. Our actions has to change. How we see things has to
change. If we keep looking in the rear view mirror we going to keep run-
ing into tragedies and disasters. But if we look at whats ahead, the
newness of life is waiting for us all.

but you know...Align Center

It's just a thought!

UPDATE: "The Troubled Waters"

First, I want to thank everyone for the support and the feedback. Highly Appreciated.

I know everyone is anticipated to read chapter 2, but i need your patience. ;)
I'm almost done with Chapter 2 and will be posted shortly. I have so many idea flowing through my mind that it's enough to do another book. So, with that being said, I been doing a lot of organizing of my thoughts and book. Writing this book and others to come will be success.

I have a lot of people wanting to know if this is a true story. Well, a good minority of the book will be truth but mostly will be consist of imagination. What part is truth or not? You will probably never know. Besides it's good to keep the minds of the readers wondering.

Until next time...

Later!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

RAGE!!!

The waves of life beats upon the shores of my mind.
Often carried away into the ocean, the storms rages over me and the thunder roar to intimidate me.
I try to fight through the scolding battle that overtakes me from every angle.
The winds provokes and entices the ocean to anger allowing confusion, frustration, and pain to drown me out.
With all the strength I have i make my way to the surface of the water to gain peace, at least for a moment i beg.
As i wrestle in my storms, I think over in my mind that life have has no sympathy.
Not even the skies give me hope, for they darken over me and gather so abruptly.
I seek for the sun to save the day but no where to be found i remain in this troubled liquid grave alive.
I inhale for air but i swallow life and it stings like eternal death.
I feel like i fought the best fight and my soul is tired but i haven't thrown my last swing.
My faith in a new day, a better day is what keeps me aiming for the surface.
But the strength of my enemy over takes me.
So i let go...
I figure there's no point in fighting your struggles, so in perfect peace i rest.
The stormy winds are still blowing but i gave it up for He has prepared the table before me in the mist of my enemy and i have peace in the middle of the storm.
The sun may not shine on the outside but Son on the inside lives in me.
When lost my faith i begin to sink but he grab me by the hand..
and my weary days are passing away..

Monday, March 1, 2010

The Troubled Water: Chapter One (Snippet)



Have you ever had that feeling as if the entire universe is a lie? That the world and the people you know has grown to be estranged? Well, that’s where I stand at this point; Living in a place of misunderstandings and unfamiliar interactions. It kind of feel like Neo entering into the Matrix for the first time except I’ve been here before. Sounds like a contradictory statement, I know. But life doesn’t always come with a comprehensive guideline or blueprint that tells you how to live life into an unmarred masterpiece. I know because I’m a witness. My name is Marcus and this is my story.

I grew up in a small city where everybody knew everybody. Literally. It was never a place you could go that you didn’t know the majority of the people in the location. I was 10 years old when we moved to Rockford Illinois. I never did understand why mama moved here or how she even came across such a place until I got older.

At the time, mama was a single parent taking care of three kids alone. She was the only father figure we knew and she did it to the best of her ability. But we all know that a woman can’t teach a man to be a man. What a woman could do is train up a child in a way it should go. She was a very wise woman in everything she did. I guess the experiences she had to endure taught her more than what she was willing to say. She had a saying or a speech for every situation and or problem. I can hear her now.

“Marcus, choose wisely who you call your friends. Just because everybody befriends you does not mean that they are your friend.” mama would say.

I never did understand what mama meant at the time. Besides, I was only 10 years old at the. Those were only words to me. But little did I know that alone the lines of life mama’s words of wisdom and knowledge was key point for events to come.

I had 2 other siblings. Mike and Angie. I was the oldest of the three of us, which means I had more of a responsibility on my part. Mama considered me the “man” of the house. Although I didn’t feel much of a man at the time because all I did was chores. She would tell me that a man that doesn’t work doesn’t eat. Since I wanted to eat, I did my chores. I just knew mama was blackmailing me.

We didn’t have much growing up. I didn’t have all of the updated clothes that my friends and other kids had. Mama didn’t always have the money to give us what she desired. She did give us what we needed. We lived off section 8 and where we live wasn’t all the best, but it was a place. We lived in a 2 bedroom apartment. We didn’t get to go outside much. The neighborhood we lived in wasn’t all that safe but it definitely wasn't the hood. Every so often you will hear gun shots pop off in the distance but you could tell it wasn’t close by.

I remember one night I was up knowing I should be sleep, I could hear mama crying in the room next door. She wasn’t extremely loud but noticeable enough to know that something was wrong.
It wasn’t the first time I heard her cry, but this cry was different. It pierced my heart so painfully that I had to get a closer listen. The more she cried the harder she cried. I knew something wasn’t right at all.

“God give me strength, give me strength God!!!!” She cried out.

Whenever mama prayed like this something major had to happen to bring her to the point to break down like this. Mama always been strong in here stance. I barely seen her down and out. To me she was invincible.

“You know my needs O God. I know that you are able to do the impossible. I trust that you are able to bring me through and out of this…” She sobbed with sincerity like nothing I’ve seen.

At that point I was curious to know what it is that bother her so much. It hurts to hear your mother cry. It’s hurts even more to know that she is hurting and not know why. I never did figure out what was wrong with mama that night. Hearing mama praying gave me the urge to do the same. Mama always took the time out to teach us how to pray. I wasn’t as good as she was of course. The only thing I wanted from God was to keep my mama in perfect peace. That was the last time I heard mama cry out like that.

Since that night, I did everything I could around the house to make sure my mother had a smile on her face. Deep down inside I wanted to know why my mother cried out like she had done. Then again I didn't. It was many times I was tempted to ask her but didn’t have the audacity to do so.

Time had passed on a couple years. I was now in 8th grade. John F. Kennedy middle school. Now that I was getting older, I begin to experience life a little more than before being exposed to society and people in all. School wasn’t bad for me. I was a smart kid. I just didn’t make smart decisions when it came to my friends and my actions. But educationally wise, I was probably the smartest kid in my lil click. I would get a referral here and there. I had to serve detentions occasionally. I tried to hang with the big boys. Well, just like the big boys I had learn what consequences and repercussions really meant. I had got my first suspension!! 10 days! For 10 days I knew my but would be on flame when mama found out.

Mama didn’t play foolishness. I didn’t get time outs and special talks. The only talking I got was a word per hit she gave me during that whoopin. Surely as you know it mama tore my back side to pieces when I got home. Getting a whooping by mama took forever to be over with. Especially due to the fact she like to talk in the process. Or she would whack me, speak through her teeth and say “You better not make one sound.” It wasn’t what she said that scared me, it was the look on her face when she said it. I didn’t fully understand how to comprehend pain and no sound. I remember even one time mama sat on my head and whoop me. Good God I thought I was going to die.

Unlike most of the others that got suspended, 10 days of no school wasn’t a vacation for me. More like a prison sentence. I was lucky enough to have windows. Eventually, I got pass my teenage rebellion stage. What child doesn’t go through that era in life?

By the time I was 15, Mama had gotten married. Now this was a total different atmosphere for me and probably for mama too. Mama was very independent, so this had to be a change for her. I mean, for 15 years she raised 3 of us on her own. She worked 2 jobs and was a full time mother. Most days we were left at home by ourselves because she couldn’t afford a babysitter. She would make us sit in our rooms until she got home so nobody would hear us. Mama didn’t ask much from people. As a matter of fact mama never asked for anything.

Things had been a little different now that mama wasn't alone anymore. Someone had come in and took my place as man of the house. Although mama would say that I will always be the man of the house, I most definitely didn’t feel like it at this point. I didn’t know much about who he was before now. I only seen him so often. But I knew for sure, I wasn’t please to fact that she married him. I’m sure he and mama has being seeing each other for a little while. He seemed like he had it all together. I thought he was an okay guy but not good for my mother’s heart. I didn’t trust no man because of the absence of one in my mother’s life for so long. There were plenty of times I tried to convince her not to marry him or anyone in that case.

“Mama, you know you don’t need no man to make you happy.” She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, smiled, and put her focus back on the tv. “Mama, I’m serious” I shouted.

“Marcus baby, you right I don’t need a man to make me happy, but I don’t mind the company of being loved”. I knew mama was tired of being single but I still wasn’t fond of the idea of her getting married. “Well, I love you! Isn’t that good enough?” Mama looked at me with a glow in her face and grabbed me to embrace me in her arms. “ I love you to my lil man”

Mama still called me little man and it still had the same effect. I haven’t hugged my mama like that in God knows how long, but it felt good. “Look Marcus, I know you are not used to having a father figure in your life. But I believe that he a great man. He has showed me nothing but compassion and I love him for that.” I didn’t give much a response because I knew she made her mind up as to what she wanted to do.

His name was Daniel Johnson. He was about 6 feet tall and muscular. He’s treats my mom with the most respect and treats my siblings and I like his own. I still felt uncomfortable that there was another man in the house beside me. But mama is happy.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

UPDATE: "The Troubled Waters" (Small Teaser)

Hey! As most of you know I'm working on a novel. Here is the plot of the book and also a Small teaser:


"The trouble waters". It's mystery romance mixed with suspense about a young man who loses trust in everything because different occasions in life. He struggles on an emotional level as well as obstacles life throws, but through it all he meets a girl. he wants to fall for her but a personal conflicts within himself causes a strain in being able to love and face life battles.

"Have you ever had that feeling as if the entire universe is a lie? That the world and the people you know has grown to be estranged? Well, that’s where I stand at this point; Living in a place of misunderstandings and unfamiliar interactions, It kind of feel like Neo entering into the Matrix for the first time except I’ve been here before. Sounds like a contradictory statement I know but life doesn’t always come with a comprehensive guideline or blueprint that tells you how to live life into an unmarred masterpiece. I know because I’m a witness. My name is Marcus and this is my story…"

"You can never love like the first time..
and you will never love like the last time.."
-Strangely Creative

Thursday, February 11, 2010

I am not the Christ

Standing with the world while the world stands against me,
I'm compressed with burdens.
Taking as much as i can bare,
barely on one knee.
Trying to carry my cross I stumble,
but I don't have a Simon to support me
because I thought you would be there.
Even peter lied thrice and returned to Christ,
but thrice you fail me and returned.
I rejected you because I'm not the Christ.
You crucified me when you said no,
as painful as it was it wasn't nails that had me hanging.
I chose you because I trusted you,
I would call you Judas but I wouldn't let you come close to me
Tried to sell me out to the game,
but you paid the price for my pain.
I'm whole again.
Since I never died, not even the rain can wash your sins away.
You living in shame and regret,
when I was the one who protected you from the rain,
when i was the one who held your hand when you were sinking.
Now you are crying out and I'm laughing at your calamity.



Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Lesson #2
"Never give up a dream to succeed just to watch him/her leave..."
-Strangely Creative

Sunday, January 31, 2010

The After Effect



As her voice fades away and our conversation decease,
I'm left with memories and expressed imagination.
Wondering what it will be like to encounter her face to face,
Pondering on the very words spoken to me from the fruits of her lips.
Reconstructing her voice, her face over and over in my head,
until it becomes the last thing I hear and the first thing I dream.
Having the feeling we have met before in this lifetime,
the path is so familiar.
I hold in suspension the meaning of us because it all seems so surreal,
is the for real?
I think back on what she said for reassurance,
and I understand the sincerity in her tone when she spoke it,
I make it knowledgeable that she meant it,
and I made trust in her and believed it.
I feel closer to her,
but i rather feel closer.
She plans our life for us for fun,
But i don't plan on loving her for the fun.
She blueprints her dreams out how she wants it,
I comprehend it and prepare to give her it as life.
Ha..
Its funny because she calls me twice,
the first time she hangs up and says goodnight.
The second time she misses me.
I miss her.
But with all that said, that's not the after effect..
She gives me sleepless nights,
because I dare not to miss a moment..

Thursday, January 28, 2010

You...


I Speak, with the understanding of knowledge, making me wise to what I see to be an illusion derived from the desires of my heart. I say, you are pulchritudinous. Repelled to the visions of the open, fallen to revealed of the eye, settled for acceptance of the seen, I die. Not unto death, but unto life, life with you. For I know that purpose is permitted and coincidence isn’t admitted, I doubt not the meeting of you, for if I did, what would be the meaning? I touch you from a distance, reaching far and beyond, only to be close to you, I lone for you, I belong to you. Although words may not carry, thoughts do, mine, sent out into the universe, transfigured into reality, and there you stand. You. My thoughts.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Don't Quit (An Inspired Writing)....

If you look out before you, you see nothing but space and opportunity. Opportunities that was created for you to embrace, enough space to walk into every success there is. There is nothing withheld from you unless you withhold it from yourself. Every step you take forward is a step further into your success, further into your future. No one said that it would be easy and no one said it would be handed to you. Success is earned. Again! Success is earned! You never seen nobody receive a High School Diploma, and never had to work through the levels of endurance to get it. You never seen a business owner profit millions, with no struggles to get there!Why? Because life takes steps! Success and Opportunities takes steps! "But what if I take a wrong step?" We often take wrong and turn it into a absolute failure. What we don't seem to realize is that failure is a developed form of manipulation that really doesn't exist but has become common to those who give up too easily. "Failure" is also a sub-level of "F.e.a.r."! False Evidence Appearing Real. Taking a wrong step does not make you a failure, but in fact a learning experience to prepare for many steps to come. "Wrong steps" are commonly known as obstacles. Obstacles are defined as things placed in ones way to prevent from moving forward. That's the definition we are used to hearing. But in reality, obstacles can only stop us from moving forward if we allow them too. In a obstacle course, you are taught to maneuver around, under, over, or even through obstacles and keep it moving. In a race, do the runner stop at a hurdle? No! They leap over the problem and continue their course. The "wrong step" does not have to be your last step, but the beginning of a new step. Just because they say you can't make it through school now because of your baby,you Don't Quit! Because it's being done at this very moment, Don't let drug habits and drinking habits be your last step! There is another step to take! Don't Quit! You may be going through pains, heartaches, shame, and hurt, but there is another step ahead of you!Take it and Don't Quit! Failure is was never an option for me and it don't have to be for you! I am the 2nd person in my family to go to college. To finish high school with no kids on my hands. To live my dreams! They told me music wasn't going to get me no where, but i play the piano with a passion all over. And i haven't even taken my last step! So Don't Quit! Take the extra step!

Monday, January 25, 2010

The day I saw you...

Going about the day, strolling along the way.
Enjoying sights from afar and nearby.
perfection to the moment of the next.
For a moment my sight had became just.
Lifting my eyes in your direction, I became fond of you.
I felt like displacement to enter into your presence.
The warmth of your vibe.
The swagg in you stride,
The rock in your hip,
The sin in your lips.
The lusciousness of your skin,
ha...even the smoothness there in.
The bounce in your hair,
The appeal in your eyes.
I could only dream until the moment we speak
until you had touch me i didn't believe in reality.
You were too real to me,
that I couldn't believe in me.
From the moment I said hello,
you believed in me,
So now i live for you
I'll die without you
I fell for you
and now you the hope I cling on too,
the air I breathe
The moment to embrace,
I'll give you all the love it takes
But for now...
Lets get through the first day...



"It is said that once a woman love, she loves hard.
But if a woman can make a man fall, he will hold on"
- Strangely Creative

Sunday, January 24, 2010

When she smiled...

Her days seems weary and by the hour dreary.
She sits alone in her area looking beyond for peace.
Her mind seems heavy and her eyes tells a story.
It's moments like this she wishes there was a He to listen,
But if she only knew that it was me who listens.
She prays for relief.
She cries but no sound, no motion, no tears.
It's her silent cry I hear.
Away from the world she wish to be, I can tell by her guilty smirk her hello's means disappear.
I feel her thoughts and understand her wants,
but i wait for the moment, no need to rush.
In her eyes the story goes on, emotionless entangled, it hurts me worse.
I reach out for her but she sees nobody because distance is our mediator,
I negotiate because I can no longer stand by to watch her and regret it later.
I reach again to take from her the burden she carries,
She give a sigh of relief.
I stand over her to take on the cross she's carrying,
and she looks up at me and smile and touch me,
and now I die to her daily.

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Conversation...


The night strikes the sky
and silence protrudes the evening.
Settled down into comfort of her desire...
She tries to figure out what to say.
Pacing the floor back and forth, she attempts to dial the number...
but she hangs up before it even rings.
Anticipating to hear the sound of his voice,
she drifts off onto a memory;
The way she smiles and entangles herself in depths of his words.
She glides across the thought of him at her side
and his voice linger off into the distance.
But she catches herself before giving in to such defiant ideation's..
Ahhh..
Phone rings...
Dazzled by his unequivocal romance,
she longs for his galvanic presence alone.
Exchanging words and feelings. they jolly in the intimacy of their dalliance.
Moments come and moments go..
even time has become intrigued by the absence of it's being.
Never wanting to miss a moment,
the sound of passion gallantly acknowledge the night
The evening has came to an end but atmosphere has become persistent.
She shuts her eyes for relief and open her heart for love;
doses off into a delusion while the man of her dreams listens..







Thursday, January 21, 2010

She Cries...


Tears overflows from her eyes, plummet down her face.
Tears of misunderstanding, confusion, and pain.
I see the hurt in her tears.
I hold her and hope my touch will heal her.
Deep breaths of anguish she releases, trying to deceive her mind that the suffering is over
But she only strong for that moment of air.
Her thoughts contemplating on the reasons, stabbing into her healing wombs, her tears traveling the lengths to reach the ground.
Her heart carries the weight that knocked her down.
Glazing past her tears off and afar, she ponders on her faults and where she went wrong.
Blaming herself, she threatens her soul.
I lift her by her chin and tell her it's okay...
....Let go.
The rain has fallen long enough, comforting her under my umbrella, she has bared way too much.
I wipe her tears away and lifts her up,
look her in the eye and tell her that her time is up.
I take her off her feet into the solace of my arms and touch her on the lips to reassure her I will love her beyond.


Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Nightly Serenity


Phone is off...
....Lights dimmed.
Voices die off into the distance...
The quiet speaks loudly and the loud cries softly.
The hurt is painless...
....The sorrowful reposed.
The moon smiles...
She smiles.
I smile back...
She loves.
A thoughtful time...
...Creative minds wonders
...some write.
Passion swells...
Couples dwell.
Fireplace lit...
...Music Soothes.
Serenity...




Monday, January 18, 2010

SIlent Earth


The wind speaks and carry through out the way,dissemination of pain and agony in the air. Displacing patterns confuses nature, the trees trembles with praise of deliverance. Audaciously provoking creation to fear, the living sought refuge and the doubtful drifted. Uproars occurring throughout the land as sacrificial dominance take hold. Storm clouds completes the sky causing a heaviness in the atmosphere. Darkness takes over and the heart of world suffers. Mindless corruption crucifies, but uses its ability to justify. Listen as the earth cries! But the Son must rise! Everything is subject to Him. You don't have to remain under the heaviness of the enemy. You don't have to endure the pains and suffering of this world! Your deliverance is in your praise. Trust God through your storms and rains. Don't give in to your storm and drift away. Seek refuge in Christ. As long as you have Christ on board, Peace has to be still.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Hope


Standing in a place filled with commotion. My mind quakes. My soul twisted. Not understanding the circumstances around me, I panic for refuge. My life is a battleground and the air I breathe is warfare. Every step I take is armed fire and every blink I make is the only peace I get. Restless in my spirit, rest is my scream. Joy is my cry and victory is my plead. Taking cover from incoming tragic, the hope I see is the mirage in front of me, distant in the way. But that won’t set me free. You asked me if you pressure me. I answer now, no. Just a mirage that can’t set me free. Running from the battle, it remains with me, for it follows until it obtains victory. The truth of the matter is, I can’t have you even if I wanted too. Because as long as I run, I can only see and have you at a distance. My sorrows are my strength, My unseen tears are my freedom. But you are my hope.

The Best

There is a difference in you
Your soul is out of this world, leaving your mind in another dimension, your body alienated. But I feel so close to you. Wanting to know what it is about you, my much studying of you has increased interest, my knowing of you has increase my wanting, my having of you have increase my satisfaction. They told me of your kind existed, but so sadly I looked pass and missed it. Looking back I glanced, retracing my past, now enacted as my future, I should’ve listened. But I’ve learned and now I have your attention. Intended for good, you turned out to be the best. The thought of you, a heavy lightness fill the place , like unto a glory compressed beyond capacity. Imagination can’t imagine the image you portray, for to see, it’s reality you must gain, vision obtained. I see. Eyes haven’t, because deeper than image they have not learned. Seeing isn’t always believing but it’s faith and hope that keep me grasping for you.

Await


As I await the moment to embrace her, my patience has become weary, for I lone to see her face to face. Time becomes timeless, worthless to me because she has yet to become of me. Afraid that this may be a figment of my imagination, I dream of knowing that some dreams may come true. She beholds my attention, and reverence my compassion, I draw near and nearer to her until I can hold her captive, not against her will, but willing she surrenders. Hoping she forsake me not, I diligently subject myself to be her purpose, hoping she fulfill me. Afraid to love I know she is, resisting opportunity, to keep from hurting again. Guarding herself from pain, turning her back on agony. But I hope she turn to face me and see not a usual , but her dream. I ask nothing of her, only that she let me in, not into her heart but into her world, not to fall in love with me but to appreciate me, not to be her one but her desire, not to be there to just hug her, but hold her to let her know I’m there.
But I still await.

Bound


I’ve sought out places, searched beyond what is said can not be seen, wondered what is it like to behold a beauty so captivating that I become enslaved to my own deepest desires. Bound with chains, limited by shackles, trapped behind bars, I have placed myself for undeserving have I discovered myself to be unto the greater person endowed beneath. For I didn’t see her face nor the enticement of her body, she showed me more, the desire for me, you were created for me, she waited for me. Still enclosed in the imprisonment of my will, I forsake the bail that she put out for me, holding her accountable for imprisoning me but deep within I know she just wants to free me, to be apart of me, so she waits for me, and now hold the weight for me so I can see she is not going to leave me although they forsake me, she won’t give up on me. She touches me to relieve me, I touch back for she has freed me.

A letter


A thought, simple, precipitated into the air. Intertwined into motion. Kinetic and motion solutes existence, my actions, enforced to destined predestination to present presentation. For every moment developed by opportunity, a glimpse in time absently purposed I think of you. Surrounded by walls of imprisonment choice limitation, I find myself prevented to bask in your presence. But by wonders and imaginations created from the lyrical sayings published by the editorial place of heart in you, your presence surrounds me. Leaving me in a state of mind of attraction, an invisible attachment I desire to be near. But miles of far distance treads upon desires constructing patience as a journey to endure. Close in speech. Far in reach. My desire speaks. My touch impeached. My mind racing, my thought retracing. Conversing with you holds me to my means of approach. With hope leading my every step, cross canceling contradicting forces to intrude of interest of a captivating vessel I stand faithful to you. Not knowing what stands on the other end of my hope, only trust allows me to cling on for you for so long. Understanding matters of past demolition done with in you and incomplete foundations built on sinking regrets, I offer space and time to ready a new development. For hurt is a womb to be close. Patience is key to every development, and I’m here to help pave every moment of it with you until solid is your fortress and strength is our foundation. Motives to make you happy, make you smile, give you life are only in me to be. Until that is done, I have much work to accomplish. I seek only one thing of you, chance. I prove nothing but what and who I am, that’s who you see. What I present is what you shall get. I’m no knight in shining amour, because I find fairytales are not real. But the dream you dream, so real It seemed, so real I will make it to be. Dreams are only prolonged wishes, so let me be your dream. Let me be the reason to wake up with a smile. Let me be the reason why the comfort of your dreams is in the comfort of my arms, the spark in your dream is in the spark of my kiss, and the life of your dream is in the future of us. Trust me this isn’t game, Only the words on the tablet of my heart projected on paper, No game at heart declared. I am my words and my words me, The truth. I sit and I wonder what it is that keep me coming to you again, message after message, comment after comment, flirt after flirt. Proclaimed and seconded, only time will tell. So, I wait. A thought. Simple.