Fire Dance

Center of attention; (Gasp) I remind myself to breathe, Stare into gleaming eye's, they're mine.

Walk around each other; no one else exist. You and i, i and you.

Touch my fingertip's, Bless your Soul, Mind, Heart & Appearance.

Playing game's, smile's, nudges, laughter. Silence; Forever begins.

We sit, i move, we kiss, Mind went into complete Enlightenment,
I've never experienced anything near this.

This moment, these moments are ours.

Passion refuses to be a proper word.
word's seem to fail at describing.
so fingertip's commence to write when your not around.

I've opened up completely,

now there is just time.

If you could see life the way i see it, the way i see these moment's, Life takes another meaning.

I am..

{Ghostface-lonely} Random

Don't you think your word's hurt?
every time u say that your leaving' for a reason,
that's like garbage' without worth?
Don't you think i wanna Love you?
With every bone in my body, i twist, turn,
waiting for you to call me.
Might i be Sprung? It's True but boo,
Am i something that special, you fear to loose
cause of the way that i kiss you?
or am i dirty baggage? i doubt it,
cause of the way that we click,
It's unheard of,
know that I'll never find it,

Pretend; that I'm out there just mackin,
talkin to every female i see,
like what you mean to me..girl isint Lavish.
I'll Pin fall, C'mon, Withdraw,
your last statement's
cause if you put mind to it,
You'll see i wasnt wrong.

Life's hard,
so we gotta make it work
9-5, full-time,
as i.. remove your shirt it's on,
forget about the trouble,
pop that bubble on my lap nd feel
­­­how i can work ya muscle's ,
into relaxation
after contact when i rush you,
made you blush too,
win-win always stay true.'

i include..
Since i met you, I've been nothin but New,
forward's a beautiful view,
feelin like hard time's behind me,
as long as I'm your Picasso.

I am He

You... yes you. The Flower blooming threw the thick ice and 12 feet of snow.

How? You broke past the cemented path uncovering a bare self no one had seen in a while.

Fragile state of Comfortableness i feared to reveal for reason's too stressful to uncover again
But you understand.

I've done this once before, Opened the door's to my mind to someone but it wasn't right.
Time wasn't right.
Air wansn't right.
Mood wasn't right
Moment wasn't right.
This is right.
This is everything.

May i be wrong? Yes.. am i? No

Complicated? Maybe, who's to say, but in this world of decay; Here lie's you.

Ever so reluctant to make a false move because you too fear loosing this game we play.
I reassure.. you will not loose.

I am he; You are Her. Mine, all mine. Here i am. He


*& on this note; Happy New Year's Eve

Letter He'll never read

He turn's to me and say's

"Son, your turning into a man, there are thing's u need to understand"

I glare with uncertainty, responding

"But you see father I'm already a man, i became one when i had to pick myself up that first time i fell learning to skate and all u did was stand there and yell"

You see i saw the future that day, i saw the Father i always had, turn into the man i wish i never met. Yes' he is my father and deserves such respect & he has that much from me. He is an honest man, hard worker, passionate, loves his family but like all old fashioned people he refuses to adjust to changing time's and also admit/give up when he's wrong.


i wish i didn't disappoint you so much, i wish i didn't somehow come between the relationship u and my mother had, i put a load on it. I became the center of many discussion's and topic's of conversations which never ended well. though i am at fault; i do not blame myself.

YOU drove yourself away from us, you had your chance to reclaim a family that was once yours. You chose to stay in Boston away from us when u could easily be living close by where Samuel could constantly see you and be with his father.



It's taking a tole..

we are all getting by just fine but we know deep down were breaking, Sometimes i think that if i hadn't become strong by watching my Mother be invincible i wouldn't be in the state of mind that I'm in, i love how i tick.

thing's change for the better and for the worse.

This is no longer a playground & my scar's have long but healed.