I do not have time for sexy
if it means I do not dance.
I am far too strong
Too fly
for that shit.
My body is too strong
to only look like
it knows what its doing
by the bar,
less then half the time.
My thighs are too strong
for a two step.
My arms are too strong
to sway side to side.
I am too lost
between the bars and the beat
to be held up
by you
who want to grab my hand
and assume
I will press myself
up against you
hot and tight
only for you
not to be able to keep up
with my hips
that move side to side
and invade your space
just enough
for you to feel comfortable.
Instead,
simply ask-
If I may welcome you
into my pure,
unadulterated,
Ecstasy.
My euphoria lies
in conditioning my body
to endure like a Spartan.
My arms hold my balance
grabbing the air
as if there was something there.
I will push my legs
to the very limits
as they question
their existence
as thighs or
pillars to the Colosseum,
My hips
you know
the ones passed from the Goddesses
yeah, those.
My center
your guiding light
through a set
of Salsa
Bachata
Merengue
Dancehall
Reggae
and everything in between.
If you are brave,
we can sweat together
get lost together.
Because I do not have time for you
if it means I do not dance.
I'm far too fly
for that shit.
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Let's stop
and not
travel so fast
we want to move forward
but we're staring at the past.
Looking down
at the ground
but we long to find our way,
lets stop wasting time
and live for...
If tomorrow never came
You would be happy with who you are today.
Let's slow down
and listen
to everything we've been missin
like the breeze in the trees
or the sun beamin,
streamin down my back
The light in my eyes
so I know that I'm alive.
If tomorrow never came,
Would you be happy with who you are today.
Don't take pride
in never asking for help.
Know you are nothing more than a man
and I a woman,
and we are not perfect.
Rather pride yourself
on being man enough
to ask Him for help
because you are only a man
and she, a woman.
And loving her is no sin.
You did make me look up Hubris,
so there is my humility.
Can your love affair
turn into a threesome?
Mind transpires words
that inspires minds to reply
with more that just a smile.
How's that for fruition?
Got me looking up words and shit.
So I'm a little rough around the edges.
But my edges are soft like
A summer breeze
through the willow tree
just as the sun touches the sky
one last time
before a good night...
...Your words paint beautiful images
Behind my eyelids.
My muse is a warmth
and closed eyes.
No need for lenguas to be sharpened
Because they are pressed up against
and in between
the lips that kiss mine.
My carpe diem of today
is forever waiting
For the ample sunrise of tomorrow
with you by my side.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
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Today
I claim
My freedom.
Unbeknownst
To you
I have been here
for quite some time.
When really
It is judgement
From which
I will
Liberate
Myself.
I claim
My freedom.
Unbeknownst
To you
I have been here
for quite some time.
When really
It is judgement
From which
I will
Liberate
Myself.
I will untie
The black ribbon
From my wings
And fly.
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The black ribbon
From my wings
And fly.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
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Eyes closed and deep sleep,
Surrounding me in four walls
With you by my side.
Friday, December 28, 2012
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It's seven fifteen
Morning sun and there's no doubt
That I am at home.
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I
Gangster by nature, undercover crack head
Away from the highways and byways
More like the alleyways to the gutter
To the streets of Calcutta
Nicknamed city of joy
You could only imagine what moves through these ports, boy
Oldest in operation, perpetuate desperation
For another hit, anything to get me through the day
When I don’t have to face the desert rain
That never falls to bless me it stings my heart
But the rest is blessed to be getting the rain the falls
from the Serengeti.
But I will avoid everything because I know my heartstrings
are knotted and frayed
Because it was my family I most betrayed.
II
Tap into your memory
Look into my eyes and remember me.
Not as who I was but who I am today.
Make sure you draw each line in ink
Because I promise I will never change.
Back to that one who drove a wedge between him and the ones
he loved.
I’m in this for the long run, like a marathon athlete.
That trains in the mountains where the air is thin,
But when I come to sea level
I won’t fall into the sea and never be able to breathe
again.
I’ll swim with the sharks
Deal poor fortunes for the parasitic wildlife
That feed off of them.
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Monday, September 24, 2012
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The air is heavy with summer sunshine
I've never slept with only a sheet on the bed before
Before these nights
Before I was wrapped in love and security
Before all of my problems were left at the door
I don't even pay bills in this room anymore.
The fan on 3
Under the cover
By morning it will be gone
Along with our clothes
Because heat overcame our bodies
But we still had to be that much closer
To each other
To fill the space that was left
By what ever thread count that disappeared.
Laying in bed for hours on end
Even though we're both starving
And have a craving for cafe con leche
Our addiction to this bed is more powerful.
My addiction to you is more powerful than that...
I've always been able to hear cars from the window
But now I listen.
For they have always been there.
But I have never been here.
In this place
That has so much love to give
As do I.
To you, to them, to everyone.
I've never slept with only a sheet on the bed before
Before these nights
Before I was wrapped in love and security
Before all of my problems were left at the door
I don't even pay bills in this room anymore.
The fan on 3
Under the cover
By morning it will be gone
Along with our clothes
Because heat overcame our bodies
But we still had to be that much closer
To each other
To fill the space that was left
By what ever thread count that disappeared.
Laying in bed for hours on end
Even though we're both starving
And have a craving for cafe con leche
Our addiction to this bed is more powerful.
My addiction to you is more powerful than that...
I've always been able to hear cars from the window
But now I listen.
For they have always been there.
But I have never been here.
In this place
That has so much love to give
As do I.
To you, to them, to everyone.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
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In a time frame of instant gratification, there is a mind state that love can be the perfect concoction just by adding water... why don't we take the time to get to know each other? For a second time that is because you were sky high when we met the first time... but that was a natural remedy to the fact that you were scared of me.
We'll go to your Facebook likes when we can't remember exactly what your face looks like..Instead of trying to imagine how the summer heat reflected off your cheeks when the sun kissed your face... or remember the look in your eyes when they met up with mine to have conversations for days at a time.
Instead of seeing how well your fingers type, I'd rather remember what they feel like when you hold my hand and it fits so perfectly with yours.
What some would consider chore, I consider luxury: like not knowing what your favorite books, movies and TV shows are before we meet.
Let's get lost in a TV series that we only intend of watching the first episode of... but because we can't get enough of each other, make a commitment to watch all one hundred and twenty episodes in order together.. whether we together or not.
And this poem will constantly be under construction because when it comes to love, there is no final say, no one gets the last word... But I will give what I have to the world because that's the effort love deserves.
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We'll go to your Facebook likes when we can't remember exactly what your face looks like..Instead of trying to imagine how the summer heat reflected off your cheeks when the sun kissed your face... or remember the look in your eyes when they met up with mine to have conversations for days at a time.
Instead of seeing how well your fingers type, I'd rather remember what they feel like when you hold my hand and it fits so perfectly with yours.
What some would consider chore, I consider luxury: like not knowing what your favorite books, movies and TV shows are before we meet.
Let's get lost in a TV series that we only intend of watching the first episode of... but because we can't get enough of each other, make a commitment to watch all one hundred and twenty episodes in order together.. whether we together or not.
And this poem will constantly be under construction because when it comes to love, there is no final say, no one gets the last word... But I will give what I have to the world because that's the effort love deserves.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
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I'll start with now
and bring you back to the beginning
Because now I realize
That I've only begun to live.
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