Famously Unkown

Life is sifting through my fingers
Feet trapped in the sand
Sand turns to concrete
Glass covers my hand

Words are all that are useful
Appendages have become brittle
Tungsten tongue
Harsh yet fragile words

Composite beauty
I’m waiting for your rescue
Drape me in your perfectly woven skin
We have lots to do

conceived by man
Sculpted beautifully by nature
No matter how much one tries
Not a soul on earth could hate you

Set me on fire
To the point of boiling
Tis movement i desire
Your sin is so appealing

Red hot tongue
My fingers begin to drip
My feet have full movement
Let me taste those carbon lips

….

You’re the reason i smoke cigarettes yet the reason i wish to quit
Sometimes you stress me to the point of craving
Sometimes you make me forget

They dont get rid of anything
Its only an illusion
I contribute to my own cancer
And add to the pollution

Its something to keep my hands busy
To keep me breathing steady
Drag after drag
Inhale steady
exhale heavy

They do distract me
When will i smoke next?
My thought process is fucked
My lungs are now a wreck

I need one thing to quit
A source of happiness i dont have to light
A living breathing woman
With which the future seems bright

I may seem dependent
But isn’t the purpose of life to love?
Not to have fun
Not to get fucked up
But to love
Create
Learn to love
Work to pay to raise a child
So you can teach him to love
And repeat

My life is traveling in slow mo
So i cloud this world with smoke
To hinder the travel of others
To ensure im not the only slow poke

I will break this barrier
Clear it with water
Speed away at half speed in my twice speed car
Stop the smoke
So it isn’t I
But you, that chokes

Future here i come
At this slow and steady pace
Ive got a lot on my plate
But i will win this race

Unpainted beauty
Her brown eyes smiling bright
Brush strokes of man cant match it
No pencil
Even printers
She shines
even in the black of night

I view life in shades of grey
But she stands out with color
She’s caught my eye and kept it
Not a boring shade like all the others

Outline is impossible
To complex for pointed lead
The mere lines of her so beautiful
Only to be traced
with the fingers of his hand

Limited edition
Print one of one
I only ask to hold her
But the holding may never be done

What id give to:
Wake up.
Sleep.
live.
love.
Laugh.
Eat.
talk.
Be.
with this masterpiece.

I had always been one to think that on my search for the love of my life that i would come to an “either or” situation. That may be so for most. Beauty and personality have always seemed to be separated. I have come across one occurrence where that is not the truth. One. Singular. Not only does this person have the most gorgeous eyes, the most gorgeous structure, the most beautiful voice… i could go on, but as well as that, unlike the “bitch” that usually comes with those things, she is quite the opposite, although she tries to hide it. The most friendly being i have ever met, would go out of her way to make someone’s day with something as small as a compliment, or something as warm and comforting as her embrace. She possesses a proper sense of humor, not too childish, not too grown up, with a hint of clever, and a dash of wit. Can carry a conversation of any subject for days, but not uncomfortable in silence. Her taste in music: perfect. Everything, in my eyes, flawless. Much too early to declare a soul mate. But I’d sure love a chance.

Im at the top of the world
Right at the edge
Where the air is so thin
But the view is the best

Leaning over
Unharnessed
Insecure
How long can i hang from my fingers
Just a brief stint im sure

Moments of adrenaline
Heart pumping twice the speed
I’m stuck here on a cliff
a helping hand is all i need

Hands are uncommon at this height
I’ve climbed passed the 1 percent
I must pull myself up
So i can dive off this shit

Fall to a powder
Blow away in the wind
Carried passed faces i knew
only to form a pile
on the ground once again

Your mere presence
Generates tingles
From deep in my chest
To the tips of my fingers

Circles back round
Pumps in my blood
Through my brain
And to the ground

It may just be
That wonderful sound
Nerves strike a chord
It comes out your mouth

It may just be
your beautiful features
The way you move
Or light that i see ya

It may just be
The way that you talk
about anything
Anytime
Anywhere

It may just be
the way you walk
The way you dress
or how you style your hair.

It may just be everything
I may just be nothing
For now alone at home
Thinking hard and puffing

One chance
Has it been used up?