My skillful friend Rome serenades me with his poetic voice…
Poem dated March 7/2020
My Desire
If what you say is true,
Then my only desire is you.
With every fiber of my body,
I really only desire you.
My desire for you burns,
Like that of an open flame.
It yearns for you,
Forever seeks to gain your praise.
It burns with an obsession,
But one that does no harm.
For the desire I feel for you,
Is a love that burns oh so warm.
And with each passing second,
I wonder if it’s true.
Do you desire me,
Like i desire you.
But how cruel faith can be,
For the one who I desire so much,
No longer desires me.
So if there’s something,
Or someone for which ever matter.
That inspires your desire,
Don’t go holding back,
And speak your mind freely.
Poem dated February 14/2020
My Valentine’s
To you the one who shines so bright,
My beacon in the most darkest night,
The light I look forward to each & every time.
The one I wish to be by my side,
Your beauty yield me every time.
I think of you and my heart it race,
Your lips, your eyes, your body, your mind, they all set My soul ablaze.
Hey you, yes you the one that makes me sad and blue.
The distance between us makes me cry.
My heart it yarns for you each and every night.
These arms of mine they long to hold you.
And to be the one to protect you.
On a day like this you’re the one, yes the one who my heart fell for.
I count the seconds as they pass by,
until you’re right here by my side.
So let me take this time look in your eyes,
to lean in and whisper in your ear. That you’re my sweet Valentine’s.
Happy Valentine’s day to you the one keeps me smiling.
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There are cures for many things, but none for a broken heart.
I want to say in time it will get easy, but to be honest I’m not Sure.
Some cuts/wounds heal, but one to heart is the hardest to heal of the all.
So don’t rush it, give it time. As cliche as that sounds nothing happens before it’s time.
I’m a poet of few words,
A singer of few verse,
An artist with no canvass.
But yet here I stand.
Drawing that line in the sand.
I’m a predictor,
A Hunter on the prowl.
Forever searching, but never finding. For my inspiration is you.
All your pain and your suffering.
Your love and your hate.
Oh it’s great,
Because say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
So watch as your hate make me stronger, your love makes me wiser.
All the flaws that I had, became my foundation. So watch me rise, because I’m strong!!
[8/31, 8:34 PM]
That thing, That set your heart and desire on fire,
To the point you don’t know what to do,
It’s like wanting to breath,
But you’re find it hard to do.
So Please won’t you tell me what inspires you,
Is it music or art that inspires you.
Maybe it’s just sitting in the park,
To see who passes through.
Maybe is the words from their lips,
When they say howdy do.
Inspiration comes in many forms,
It’s all about which one you choose.
So tell me again what inspires you,
Is it the little things to be said,
Or maybe it’s the things we do that inspire you.
Who’s to blame,
Go on, And feel as inspired like I do.
I’m just glad to know, That I help to inspire you.
#2 POEM DATED [9/2, 12:12 PM]
They’re a lot who say their educated,But they’re ain’t. And those who pretend to be uneducated.But their fakes. Then tell you, what you see is what you get.
But that’s never the case, Because they’re filled all sorts of regrets.
Never looking back, Thus forever counting their steps.
And wondering what comes next.
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