I Desire a Love

I desire a love.

One who understands how much I crave him.

Like the journey of a thousand feet towards freedom, 

I yearn for embraces that make me feel as such.

When the sun rises, I want to be kissed softly.

And when the moon awakens in the sky, 

I want to make him to feel like I'm his sweetest ecstasy. 

I desire a love.

Where his arms are like pillars that hold me steady during a storm.

And like the spring sun that melts ice and warms flower buds until they're blooming.

He is like light against the darkness.

Arch angel against the grim

Like Knowledge of good and evil without the sin

His strength, his guidance, his seed

The depth of his soul is deeper than any sea.

I just want to touch his inner infinity.

Touch the part of him that's me.

Make love again in the dunes of his heart.

Will I fly again towards his heaven?

Man, I need you.

Passion of Life

I feel like a lost flower in the middle of a dark ally.
Hoping for nourishment beneath the concrete that I've pushed myself through.
How do I leave here without killing myself first?
How can I know what's beyond these heavy brick walls that block my sight but never my vision or---
Imaginations of a more purposeful existence?
How do I continue surviving?
Crying?
Hoping?
Digging?
Praying?
Will I ever be found?
Made to experience something more than what I am?
---A lost flower...

Free

I long to see the wildness emerge from my heart and transform me into a mighty cat.
I want to swing upon the branches of three-hundred story disobedience.
I fever for a one night stand with adventure like a hunter does with his bow.
I want to fall in love and give myself away with the passions of life and give structure one hell of a heart-break.

Who am I but a seeker of my very own dangerous, yet deliberate rolling thunder?
I want to be fierce like nature
Naughty on purpose
Ready to set sail upon the ocean of my zig-zag dreams
Where peace exists when I say it does, not because there has to be.
I want to feel myself rise above the fire of mediocrity.
I want to be...Free.

Broken

Sometimes, you have to break mirrors in order to see yourself clearly.

Sometimes, it’s the broken shard that holds all the answers that you need.

Sometimes, the piece that cuts your skin and makes you bleed is what you need to see.

Because without it, you would be blind to the blood that can drip from your fingers, which makes you human.

Sometimes, you have to jump too high only to fall back down—hard;

Realizing that this time, the sky may not be your limit and the stars you wont be able to reach—just yet.

There are journeys that lead to ones’ own personal definition of success, and journeys that would lead to personalized failures. But both paths are food for your inner strength.

Sometimes, failure is necessary, like  sour lemons to make a refreshing lemon-aid in the end.

In the end, all may not get better.

In the end, you may not achieve or have what you set to achieve

In the end, you may not be the person that you set out to be

Or the brightest butterfly with the most colorful wings.

But being broken can be beautiful

Because grace and second chances will always come through, in the end.

I Burn (part 2)

I love the man.

He takes me as I am while we're merged together forming two beautiful souls that are strong enough to challenge Yeng and Yang.
Gazing upon his form is enough to seduce me into a pleasurable coma; far away into the dark corners of my mind where I plead for mercy---
Because it feels too good to carry his DNA.
He captures me with his breeze whenever I feel him walk past
Bringing me to a point of a collapse with my body still intact
and I have no idea how he can make me do---that.

He has feathers on his soul and he takes me with him on a flight to Mars
A god of spiritual war because I know that he will go to battle for me.
If Ecstasy was a cereal, I would eat him everyday.
And I would challenge him to a card game of hearts with the intent of giving him mines anyway.
I can't help but to say---I love you.
And if I was only worthy enough to transcend into a higher realm, I would ask God to sing you a love song.
And I would ask Him to command the angels to open up the gates of shining, heaven every morning when you'd open your eyes.
Every whip lash from society that was bestowed on your back is one extra tear drop that I'll cry with you
You are so lovely; defined by the hearty clay of the earth in which you were formed intricately.

I am a slave to the deepness of your touch
It makes my spine curl backwards so that I may naturally bend for you, but never break.
So that I may provide a bridge to our love and never hate
And I've always wanted to be your pliable willow tree to your rock
I want to provide you shade with everything inside of me; everything I got
Hell is a cooler place than the beautiful, burning desire that I feel for you everyday
And with that I'll also pray that I will be joined permanently, beside your rib.

Sincerely,
The one whose eyes have been turned to your face in spectacular awe
The woman.

Distant traveler

Excuse me.
Did I disturb you with my solar flare coming from my intergalactic travel?
Did you know that I can walk on dry land and permeate three different dimensions at the same time?
Well, I can.
I come from the star dust that has originated from the necklace pearls of God's feminine energy.
I am a spirit encompassed into a physical body that has been beautifully designed and crafted carefully for a purpose.
Suppose I had wings, but then I'd be limited to where the air can take me rather than what has been given to me, supernaturally.
Creatively, genuinely, carefully God made me more vibrant than the super novas from dying stars that has been commanded to cease their existence.
But I'm only disguised as something less elaborate in order to keep from blinding people that didn't bring their shades.
He made me all that and a bag of perfectly stacked atoms.
His love for me is better than that four letter word that has been inserted into human speech.
His language is incomprehensible enough to scramble everything that we thought was true, to be false...and everything false, true.
Yet, He created me. And you. And you.
Super spiritual, super powerful beings from an entity that can tie alpha and omega into a knot.
Galaxies are just the little holes that compose His infinite canvas on which he never stops painting genius.
I, of course, am just a small product of that.
It can be done, but only by Him.
I, of course, just wanted to send a reminder in case anyone has forgotten that I am not of this world...I'm just passing through.

I Burn

I am enthralled by him...the man
He is the keeper of my eyes that are stuck to his physique
The rigid care of how he loves mixed with the war weapons he carries across his mind and heart
The taste of his inflamed passion dripping onto my flesh when I open up my flower to him
And the way he commands the demons of the earth to crumble into a grey ash while I'm under his halo of protection.
I love the man.
He is God's whisper.
He is the rough plant in a desert that harbors the cool water to quench my raging thirst.
A stony path towards paradise filled with every atom of the universe that align perfectly to make him.

A fire churns inside of me; its smoke lifting me up to a higher spiritual elevation when I gaze upon the invisible outline of his soul.
It shines like platinum and it roars loader than an African lion.
I love the man.
I love holding him and I love looking into his eyes and seeing the lineage of kings from which he comes.
Sometimes I can't help but become infatuated with how the moon circles around his head and how the stars are the footprints of his steps.
I need his masculine essence to compliment my inner Eve.

My world is colored by his fingerprints and my heart explodes into fire works when he kisses me.
He is too good to be called art because of his mastery of forming me out from his own rib.
I will dance on the flames and hot coals of my desire just to touch his skin.
I will go deaf to every wave vibration through a medium if only I can just hear the sound of his voice.
I will carry his seed to the very depths of this brown earth so I can give birth to his diamonds.
ALL I WANT TO DO IS MAKE LOVE TO HIM...over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over---
I can see the God that we both worship through the works of his hands and the stealth of his mighty spirit.
He carries the bow and arrow engulfed with a fire that he shoots in my direction to consume me.
Every time I look into his eyes, I see the way I burn from just the mere sight of him.
I fear him because he is just too much of a masterpiece; only worthy of respect.

The warrior in him makes me fall into the ocean of his heart like a helpless damsel.
And my safe haven is my head upon his chest.

I love the man.
And I quake with the very imaginings of him as I bring him forth into reality.
An heir to whatever he desires, works for, and accomplishes
Ode to the man.
He is encompassed with honor from the mouths of the mystical beings that bathe in the light of his energy.
Sincerely, the woman.