My Poetic exclamations and other expressions



A Beautiful Man

A Beautiful Man
A beautiful man
O please tell what that might mean
is it something inside?
is it something just seen?
is it what he won’t do
is it what he gets through?
is it in him, or in you?
Where do I look, as a young lad
the media around, or my own Dad?
the books full of knowledge
a lonely kind of college
or maybe it’s that fat wallet
A rose is a rose, whatever you call it
I hope it is the size of his heart
or the size of his brain, if that means smart
Appreciation of science, psyche, and art
Is it how well he fights when going to War?
Is it the Cause that he’s fighting for?
Or the word he keeps, and upon which he swore?
I hope it’s how he will try as he might
to solve the problem, and avoid the fight
to keep healthy, and keep up his looks
exercise his mind, tell jokes, read books
I guess when it’s all said and done
I hope that these someones
deservedly believe I’m one

It Was, Always…

It Was, Always
I know I had said I would always love you
But I can’t look at you now as I did then
but trust love is there, it just can’t show through
I love to see you smile, but ache because it’s them

Call me selfish, call me dumb, call me foolish, at least I’m not numb
I put my faith in someone, believed it was true
silly to believe that it wasn’t a dream, it was you
I’m selfish to give, dumb for love, this fool knows what’s done, can’t be undone

I am not fake when you see me smiling
I am happy, a choice I have made
but there’s a dark hope I am secretly hiding
that it will fall apart, your sweet smile unmade

Call me selfish, call me dumb, call me foolish, at least I’m not numb
I want to see it crumble, but not to cause you pain
but if I look into your eyes, I don’t want to see their name
I’m selfish to want, dumb for love, this fool knows that love shines like the Sun

I am still me, and I wish you the best
you get my smile and genuine compliments
despite myself, and love’s tattered remnants
I have what it takes to pass this test

Call me selfish, call me dumb, call me foolish, at least I’m not numb
I want to bask in your light, but won’t cause myself pain
that is why, you may have noticed, things aren’t the same
I’m selfish, I hurt, dumb for love, this fool’s heartstrings were strummed

please keep smiling, your fun and games
I used a word once, it wasn’t a play
I described a feeling, one that stays
here it is again, it is, it was, Always…


You didn't know what seeds you had sown
when you raised your hand to me
what could have been, but this fire within
wouldn't go out by getting beat
a simple punishment, without admonishment
never the face where everyone would see
without inhibition, past the prohibition
your will, will never be me
without you I rise, and look to the skies
my silence means that I'm free
the future will bring, as I unfurl my wings
a battle cry screamed angelically
wings beating with might, I take to my flight
Untouchable, I soar out of reach
The world is my oyster, old burdens unfoisted
I am loved, a gift felt deeply
ecstatic to discover, and fully uncover
the extent of all my abilities
I'm happy to help, the desire is felt
collaboration, whispered sweetly
felt in the spirit, somehow you hear it
from afar, I'm drawn by your tease
though you abuse, you're still my muse
some wounds never heal completely
first time since birth, I know my worth
cured myself of self-love diseases
with love I speak, I hold my own leash
Untouchable, you never will hurt me
I try to discuss, I don't tell you enough
how much I appreciate your beauty
it seems so absurd, with how often you've heard
"Oh Honey you're simply amazing!"
some fragments remain, now I must retrain
I'm a King, though you see right through me
some interior mess impedes my progress
my Self is difficult in the breaking
you really are the most brilliant of stars
though you are lost in the sun daily
no hurt when you're happy, joy that you're laughing
I am nailed to a cross of my own making
I feel so I live, my broken smile I give
Untouchable, so please, will you touch me?

A Musing…

A Musing…
Do not apologize for what you mean to do,
You know I am happy for you
You will never see my hurt hidden between the lines
it seems to have been a lost cause for all this time
I said it, I meant it, through and through
I hope you have it in you to understand my apprehension
that the words you use to talk me through, have inherent condescension
I want you to know
the strength it took to show
what I look like inside out, my heart and parts open for dissection
once again, I guess I don’t fit in, I’ve always been a late bloomer
and if you knew the Me that’s true, it isn’t just a rumor
but you can only know
some silly stuff I show
believe if you could, that I am really good at situational humor
perhaps it seems on this Internet thing my demeanor is reserved
like in science, the reason behind it, is that my energy is conserved
my words here are topical
my success isn’t optional
my inner beauty, for the special one to see, and who deserves it
I keep my words few, and try to use, my learned vocabulary
but that doesn’t mean that I’m not keen on using it sparingly
I’m not giving up
this fire’s turnt up
but after all this, you must show me Miss, the feel of you really caring

Virtuous Love

Virtuous Love
Do not go for looks my friend, they pass like beautiful Spring
when looking for love, your eyes can’t see a thing
if you go for money, understand what is bought
and know a passing want from what is forever sought
easy come is easy go, you must know your worth
if you can put a price on love, tell me, what’s the value of Earth?
if you choose the warrior’s path of honor and sacrifice
remember, the price is often high, a noble but lonely life
One is a soldier, while the other is the good husband or wife
if they are seduced by endeavors of the mind, and you, sexy intellect
you will often be left bereft, their first love left you second best
love the work, and learn to know the meaning of respect
time can thieve the brightest mind, and simple replaces complex
if you pursue a heart that’s true, the kind that lasts awhile
then you will know the value, my friend, of a daily smile
you can’t replace a smiling face to get you through life’s trials
if you can find the right kind, all these virtues that are classy
make your bet, you wont regret a life spent together laughing
in the end, what matters my friend, is that love makes you happy

Sleep Sweetly, Without Me

Make no mistake, I am nice, but not your friend

No animosity, but that’s where I end

with an artist, not breaking, just bent

in spanglish, with artist, time spent

I can hear, see, and feel you, and all the content

I am sorry, the misunderstanding, but honest I am

Betrayal is funny, and yes, yes you CAN

I am a grown up child, in the fields of the Lord I play

my ideas are for everyone, but money gets my formulae

shared ideas in a manner most brief

only the beginning, yet everyday I speak

an embrace from a mind that encompasses the world

yet so human I pine for that one girl

but honor, it binds me, I will not lie

words got me tangled, but in truth I reside

with all that goes on, I deserve the front page

set boundaries on games, this life is the stage

Love is a weapon, and Love is a friend

and thanks my Love, but now the words end…

Fair Warning

When borrowing, be careful what you do

With that lent by the man who’s blue

the gift of rhyme

you know is mine

given, to share time

You would dare to stand above

whilst I am held back by Love

Do your job, keep your eyes peeled

Life’s cherry, without the pit, for ne’er steeled

keep Love protected, when out in the field

when you reached out to touch me

you left no quarter in which to flee

My love is encompassing, don’t be mistaken

This is a warning, real, and blatant

Nothing to hide, a face most graven

set in motion, my insurance is churning

no place to hide, with the whole world burning

Do your duty, to self,  to God and to country

on the same side, if hurt, on your Honor, we’re hunting

The world needs help, I have things to do

if I must do them alone, keep Love with you

these cracks in my heart will let light through

do all you must, and keep Love from harm

whilst I go around, and grant my charm

and though my actions may seem drastic

I got the attention of the Power on the Atlantic

hope and pray they listen to Mr. Fantastic

those that know find it hard to believe

those that don’t, wonder what’s up my sleeve

The sunny disposition I had to eschew

to get them to listen to the man who is Blue

The Hammer is a shield, and you know what to do

Do not waste the time that is reluctantly given

or doubt the motives of a man who is driven

here to proclaim, this is Not, the only life

fishers of men, you got, and took a bite

Elegant and brief, this Time I got right

for all to see, open and free, I’ve given the sign

and maybe, just maybe, forsaken the Love that was mine

if this is my fate, the destiny for which I am chosen

in the vastness of space, time and hearts can get frozen

remember the hidden heart and soul, the Cosmic Watchman

and the dusty rose for your hair

because stars are born there

Why go silent, when you have so much to say

I am Okay participating in all sorts of play

when escalated, it will happen My Way

not just for me, the future and choice I concede

but I will be damned if, for me, that choice isn’t to be free

In love with Love

I climb this hill, and sometimes stumble
a servant of Love, a struggle, but undaunted
awesome cosmic power, but human, and humble
my Ego takes over, when I am taunted
it’s a weakness, the child within
not the giant, with all that is flaunted
I will keep calm, this love will stay hidden
flawless, the imperfections all wanted
with you, forever, I am foolishly smitten


You touched me inside once
your siren’s call heard from afar
didn’t know it was to make me into a dunce
I’m not reaching for your star
I was hoping for your heart
and sharing your soul
instead I got a shart
and some crap from a bull
perhaps I am a jewel you hold close
the hopeful future you keep unspoken
be unique, not just another one of “those”
playing with hearts just gets them broken
you are right, kindness isn’t lame
I am a bit jaded, and you are too
so many other women are the same
there is no other woman quite like you
when you reach into my chest
to make me feel better, you keep alive
what should have died with the rest
I already died once, a poorly thought dive
Bold, brash, and ballsy, and a little rash
grateful to have lived quite a life
something left to give, was I right about the crash?
please just respect, it is more than my heart, It’s My Life

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