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The Life I Did Not See 11/14/03 I was a missing sonnet and was fourteen when the rhyming stopped. I became a free verse snubbing gravity Just falling freely, getting bruised by the air I landed on a heap of sand yet I was unable to pick up a grain. I rubbed shoulders with stars and couldn't hang my wagon on any. I embraced winds from the east and west yet didn't breathe any in. Mermaids all legends of our times always seemed to surround me But in spite of all my efforts I was unable to see or speak to one. As time went on, I became a riddle that had no solution Only multiplying questions and no answers. Birds would land on my palm to pick the gifts heaven gave to me. People would tell me to cross the river before wiping out my tail. But while everyone else wished to get whatever he or she wanted. My own struggle was to know what it was I really wanted. I turned down good and bad as defined by anyone else Because I was not sure I knew the difference between the two. I became sad and lonely in a world full of people Until I met a city man from the gallows of the ghettos Whose plight grotesquely informed me of how sweet my fate had been Now, life smells like the taste of hot chocolate lying upon my lips! When you think you've had it bad there's always someone whose had it worse

Staring Into The Past 11/25/03 A picture froze the history of a dawn I called yesterday. Justifying an illumination I spent in a space of time. I found a world and wore a garment to see through it's lenses. Wherein I lost my torpidity in the misty eyes of quagmire. We were told of legends who spoke of voices to conform So peace the food of the conformer Smooched us like the smell of pine needles in winter. We bonded like the molecules of a sizzling melody A flow of chemistry smoother than the curves on pebble. Such was my swim across the rivers of symbolism. My coat still drenching little dots in the sand! Conforming propagators whispering like lilliputians Wondered of what nature my life would become. For long, I staggered like a drunk Along winding pathways by the sea. I let lullabies from palm trees guide me Through mashed mellowed and evergreen lanes. In search of miracles dancing on the streets of wonders. It was a picture parcel Tied together with tears and droplets of smiles. The truth lay there like a thread on a straight line, It won't speak till spoken to As I stare at my youthful face Smiling through the photograph on my wall. Today I live in a land where gods are born Jogging along the streets of miracles.

Only When I think Of You 12/06/03 Only when I think of you I see the sky so clear and blue Your pretty smile so pure and true Infects my charm like a happy flu I pray that someday I'd have you Knowing that I come in lieu To say sweet words like I do And have you lay in my bedroom For a glorious night long overdue To share sweet dreams meant for us two Smooching till a rooster's cockatoo Awake us both to the morning dew Gay and ready to start anew Because our love was meant for a few I think of this and much more too Only when I think of you! So when quiet and in pensive mood And day has passed with all it's brood I find at last my soul is good Only when I think of you!

A Weekend Of Valentine 01/12/04 The sun throws up her hand in gladness I light up the cigarette of my love with a kiss Sipping champagne in her lips Typing the words of her smile in my heart She drools on the bed of my dreams Wiping the chocolate off my hands with her eyes Talking about making love in silence Caressing my thighs with the subtleness of her mind She unpacks her luggage in a cell on my brain Telling me the story of her life in a teardrop She is that brand new shoe that hurts to wear Dancing on the moonlight of milky waves I climb rooftops to see her swim underwater Peeping through the key hole of the wall clock over there! As the waterfall goes in chase of running waters I take the earth's position revolving around the sun And see her standing through the corner of my ear Smiling sweetly on my high cheek bones "Gently, gently" her breast murmurs to my eyes She's driving my car on the highway of my thoughts We turn to the left leaving our troubles in the ashtray I deep my fingers into the fridge of her body Touching the only wine in her cooler She swears it were valentine., Valentine! The toilet beckons I get rid of the habits in my tummy But I'm hiding from the showers afraid I'd wash the day away Hours later, we are balling hard now Cracking up in the back row of the church-house The priest is talking to us although he is quite unaware of it She wears my wrist watch on her face so I know its time to go I lead her to her car in a kiss laden with grateful disappointment Because she keeps my happiness in the pocket of her soul And after every five business days she brings it back to me As she drives off the parking lot, blowing me a kiss of adios A cranky playful toddler prances, and grabs it in the air Tugs it in her feeding bottle, and quickly starts to suck Infuriatingly amused I'm jealously amazed Yet secretly comforted I've got five more days to wait For another weekend of sweet valentine

When I Open The Door 04/09/04 Infatuation sweeps the sky in a sigh Kissing the stars upon my face Smooching the legs on my tummy Sending my arms on a mission of fate A whirlwind brews on the corner of my tongue Vanquishing my soul to the infinity of the moment Singing lullabies of seduction on my breath Pumping my chest to the drumbeats of love I hear rhythms of a virgin's satire Clapping hands on the spectrum of my gaze Holding on to the skin of my eyes Tumbling through a river of imagination Sending music to the wire of my brain You tell me stories in the message of a silence Anointing me the master of lust Leaving the world behind in a trash can Touching the sky in the flight of a bird You are the diamond of my dreams Sleeping on the snowflakes of mountain peaks Sparkling my joy in the glimmer of purple streams Stirring my mind with the beauty of a snake Bringing me conflict if the world thus dare For your candle burns at the center of my bed Planting your face on the head of my pillow Sowing the seeds of endless dreams To open my doors to the next day's sun

The Gift Of Love ( Act II ) 09/14/04 Though I may sleep in shades of blue And live my life a loner If the gift of LOVE I do not have What good would life then be? If I had a princes as a wife And every woman I could schmooze But never had LOVE for my fellowman What would this love then prove? If I gave my heart-up, or away To just one woman or a kind But never showed LOVE for anyone else What would I make of life? The gift of LOVE is empathetic The gift of LOVE is free The gift of LOVE is not for one And this gift I share with all! The gift of LOVE is encompassing And it exist in eternal existence The gift of LOVE never loses hope And it's sure to make us grow! The gift of LOVE is infinite And it comes in all shapes and forms The gift of LOVE is all there is Its source, we all hail from! So open up your gift of LOVE For it lies within your soul The gift of LOVE is sweet and enriching Its sight breeds fountains of joy!