Self Poems.

I love I-B-Y
do not get mad i beat you
step it up next time. (see more)

PAIN,DESPAIR
A SLASH TROUGH THE SOUL
CRASH AND BURN
FEELING OF INCOMPLETE
KNOWING WHAT COULD
KNOWING WHAT COULDN'T
HATRED AND SHAME
DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
TOSSED IN A RIVER
CURRENTS OF FLAMES
KNOWING WHAT COULD
KNOWING WHAT COULDN'T
FOREVER REGRETS
NOTHING WITHIN
EMPTINESS HELD
GROWING BLACK HOLE
KNOWING WHAT COULD
KNOWING WHAT COULDN'T (see more)

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
A NIGHT NEVER TO FORGET
TWO BODIES MOLDED TOGETHER
A HARMONIOUS UNION
DANCING TO A RYMTHM
PLAYING TO EVERY BEAT
PASSIONS FLARING
EMOTIONS STIRRING
A CRY TO THE GODS ABOVE
A MEETING OF TWO SOULS
MERGING TO BECOME ONE
TO CONNECT
WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST REGRET
A NIGHT NEVER TO FORGET (see more)

The Artist is infinite in Being

Breathing Love and Passion

Undeniably submissive to His Creativity

Disciplined to the day He is done…

He Lives for the next Creation,

As unique as the Artist …



Radiant endless eyes

Whispering from His soul,

Inflamed by the pruriency

Of the Perfect Creation…



With a Pulchritudinous Palette of Life

He is ingeniously helpless,

Knowing of the unconceivable...



The Artist’s Being Is this Creation

A Burning reflection of His heart,

A treasuring collection of His Dreams

The meaning to the unknown...


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Midnight rendezvous
six feet deep
soft tissue breakdown
no place for the weak

your now rotten form
the stench, unbearable
when i removed your
dress now unwearable

the touch of decay
in to my flesh creeps
as I press my lips to yours
my soul goes to sleep

on top of you i lay
both naked and cold
our bodies are one
in deep earthen hole

as night turns to day
my sweet i must part
with shovel in hand
i leave with your heart (see more)

Love is definately like drinking,
As it affects you, inside you can feel tingling.
As you take your gulp, you fear yet nothing,
Because you are proud and for it, you will do anything.

You talk with friends, the bottle holds your hand,
Confidence you feel, cause you are its man.
Laughing, crying, and emotions, gets between you,
The bottle knows less, only affects you and the crew.

Touch lips with the bottle, that is love,
Later you feel, you are in the high skies above.
Passionate you are, continuously touching lips,
its cold and warm at the same time, oh desirable bliss.

You have too much with her, you are feeling weak
Unbelievable pain, you are hurt, silent and discreet
Love is like drinking, there is a time you’ll stop,
Love is like drinking, you tend to give up. (see more)

whisper to the plants as they were your best friend

dream like youll never wake up

run like your life depended on it

play with all the energy you have

laugh until theres no sound

love without question

live in today  (see more)