Update

I took most of my work off of the site in order to rewrite and put it in my book, I left a few up for you guys...
At anyrate the title of the book is going to be called "Broken Pieces" (who would have thought.) With two segments Part one is going to be "The Quest for Excellence" and the second Part is "The Sound of Falling Things" more details to come.... Thanks for the support.

the project

it's been a LONG time since I posted anything on this site, I am actually working on my book now (of the same title as this site,) I intend on using things from this site as well as other material as soon as it's done I'll post the link here... I'll keep everyone posted... untill then just watch me on you tube!

Poem Video

Live Poem here

Something Simple...

She said
"You love me and thats great...
but I live in the real world...
Grow up... you're a grown up
Your job isnt enough
Your heart cant raise a family
you've got lots of potential but its not enough to stand with me
and mine..."

so i write her a cavemans valentine...
cut out of my heart... says after we spend some time apart
maybe we can spend some time together
dress these open wounds and adress the stormy weather that weve made
because its so cold in the shade...
even colder when your lonley...

signed your one and only
....I only really wanted something simple

Updates

I've been working on a few pieces here and there as well as another web site so don't loose faith... theres more to come. In the mean time feel free to check out my crazy dating exploits and advice at: www.SADventurez.Wordpress.com

Echo

(Found an old piece)

Though she…
swore she’d felt it before Love was still a mystery to her…
Promiscuity’d all but ruined it for her
Given her a…
Raw deal…
Out of wed lock child…
An UN-Fair shake, given by a physically abusive ex…
A… hot Ghetto mess

Quick to anger… easy to offend…
Yet some how easy to bend…

Between tossed sheets and pillows is where she began to feel slight slivers of the love…
Like sunlight entering slightly between venician blinds…
Seeking comfort…
gripping blankets and backs finding minor moments of escape from her pain…
in those thin lines between love and lust… those… “moments in love”
That weren’t worth the whispered lies in her ear at those bars…
Or the incorrect name moaned in her in the back of those cars…
She could… barely drive a stick
but could ride a…
Better then a chick in a porno flick and that became her…
Named her…
Friends blamed her… when their men left
Because females don’t like or trust each other and they all “know how she gets down”
They don’t know that she’s just lost looking for love
Damaged and cracked… a diamond stuck in the sewer grate
Finding fragments of affection and love between the knees of strangers…
She… beautifly broken… charismaticly cracked…
perhaps that is what attracts me to her…
Or is she just.... an echo?

Untitled (Part 1 & 2)

I cant help but feel.... 
Sight... Beyond'er... 
I know the unknown and have traipsed upon the bloody waters of her mindscape speaking the unsaid, 
falling on once deaf ears
...
you heard not the sounds my heart made from my throat...
We Sang to you in melodies of summer... 
Sooth from Bass...
Harmonious Crescendo against your cacophonous nadir...
your hearing ranged Baritone to Tenor...
we sing to you autumn... chords of yellow and brown 
I love in octaves inaudible...
in colors unseen....






I love in an unfathomable chromaticity...
heart beats rhythms of blues
azure shades of a humming birds wing song...
drawing breath in aquamarine tones....

There are colors unseen... undefinable

shades in shed tears my heart and I paint these walls with...

coats of hope and weightless words of ligature...

austere terminology finger painted haphazardly in my psyche

... "you? Love me?"

....

My lips write messages to you that you cannot see

they sing in hues that you are blind too

whispering firey crimson passion to you

Drawing breath in your own flowery unmitigated vibrence...

Your yoUnique glow the hue of that which follows thunder

you dance on rain drops the color of pain

and glide on ice the pigment of sorrow 

...humming an ashen dilligance

tip toeing on eggshells in the prescence of my fragile heart...

hands of time defy you jugling planets as you whistle to me your swan song...

a falsetto chord... the color of sacrefice...

...I see you

I hear you...
I have always...
...in all ways