The First

When I cry, it's honest, not for show.
Never thought I'd be punished for it.
You stifle the need to be free, to be me.
Pressing upon me your selfish agenda.
Picking me apart so you don't have to deal.
Never thought love would be so painful.
Not really supposed to be, is it?
Addicted to what has done me harm.
You were my drug, I wanted you often.
My love high, my ecstacy.
Then I came down, crashed, burned.
I wanted you to know who I was.
Flaws, blunt force truth, rapture, passion.
But, you pushed your hand in my face so often.
Never knew why or how you could be so cruel.
Your love turned off like a light switch.
Was it ever really there or just another illusion?
A projection of what I felt for you.
Wanting it so badly to be reflected back.
But you deemed me unworthy before I had a chance.
So I limp away wounded, with lessons learned.
Goodbye forever, I am forever and ever burned.

Love Will Be...

Hand in hand
Arm in Arm
Cheek to Cheek
Lips locked with lips.
Arms around waist
Hand running through hair
Eyes gazing longingly.
Laughter
Sweet whispers
Soft kisses on the forehead
Hard kisses on the mouth.
Hair being played with
Head on a shoulder
An embrace for no reason.
Face buried in a chest
Joy to the point of tears.
Release...
Relief.
Days with nothing to do.
Days with only you.
Being able to touch you freely.
Being touched by you freely.
Knowing my thought without a word spoken.
Our inside jokes.
A language that only You and I know.
Loneliness, but a memory.
Protection...
Affection.
Not always having to talk.
Being able to be still.Just being able to be loved
flaws and all.
Sappy, Happy, Stupid in love with you...
And Myself.

Trip

A little piece of freedom on the way out.
So peaceful to wander away from home.
Nothing familiar except what God made.
Seeking new lives unlike your own.
To taste and touch what you've only imagined.
Nothing like dreaming.
The reality of the moment, strange and yet better.
Never wanting to return to the old.
You've found the sweetest home right here.

Electric Oxygen

I want to wake up feeling intensity
race rhythm through my soul.
To create is to breathe.
To live minute by minute, inhaling
exhaling passion pouring from my hands,
My mouth.
Invisible dictation from the Creator.
He sends it, I speak...MY TRUTH.
I am His art, His creation.
My art is mine, My salvation.
I seek to find what moves me, for
movement makes me.
To stand still only breaks me down.
Splashed on a canvas, sung from my lips.
Melody moving or the sway of my hips.
Creating something from the atmosphere.
It's electric, contagious.
Rolling around in expression until my mind pops,
My gut burns, my heart cries "Please!"
This is my ecstasy, my oxygen, my life.