Anymore, Rant exerpt

And to tell the truth it'd all just words, we need some action, maybe i'd know if you'd let me hold you, but just know it's not to control you, it's just for me to see if you're a blade that would cut me, and its cruel of life to put you in front of me.  

kiss me again

my lips are so dry no drink of water could wet them

and no refreshing bit of liquid could quench a hollow thirst
there is a simple sensation that they have long forgotten
and even that small feeling they may be cursed
its been so long that i've forgotten the feeling
that electric vibe that went up and down my spine
yet the last few i've had didnt even have meaning
even then they were enough to ease my mind
but in my dreams i am only incompletely satisfied
that my dreams touch my lips the way i've dreamed at night
but once i wake i'm then again denied
lest my thirst again keeps me awake by the moonlight
      so kiss me again whoever you may be
      kiss me again, and i'll never go thirsty

july 2004

i just wanna dance. 

i wanna find a stranger and slow dance to the melody of a saxophone player in central park.  i wanna pick her up above my head and make believe she's soaring, only to bring her down so she can glide upon this earth with her grace.  i wanna turn and spin, and cha-cha and salsa and doo wop.  i wanna flip and flick my fingers, tip and tap my toes to that jimmy jazz razz matazz. then swirl and sway to the rock and roll like axl rose in a sweet child o' mine, bring me some rhythm n rhyme while i tango with a rose between my teeth, and that mango beat in my ears.  hit the boogie to the woogie, shake rattle and twist with that 50's mix.  and disco in the city bistro with this lady whoz just as crazy with her hips, and i'm staring at her lips as she sings that r&b flava in my ear, tellin me that she wants me with her eyes and she moves in mysterious ways and i chase that kitty kat way.  i wanna slow dance on the platform of the 7 train in grandcentral station to that waltz for zizi. i wanna take her on a sweet sweet fantasy.  and court her as a rooster courts his hens, in my traditional clothes, i wanna expose my emotions as i stomp and flip my flops over bamboo sticks, and that manilena dip.  and with my romantic flair, i'll sit in my chair and sing her a serenade, then its lady marmalade, pardon my french, lets dance on this bench.  i just wanna dance in the reality that is only the dance floor, forgeting it all, its utopia in the rhythm, hypnotic in the transitions, theres no inhibitions. i just wanna dance

June 2005

Passion Rant

what passion hangs these weights upon my tongue . shakespeare

the passion for life/unseen/unrecognized/denied and forbade. passion never known/never full blown/but solid/and there is passion in these words/however absurd/however heard/in silence it screams/and tears and sings in broken chords

its a passion for the song/strung along by the feet/the beat/and emotion in the grace of the dance/into space/and the look in the eyes/just as blind as a passion/that only sees/just a few degrees/ from itself

in a minute a radian/ a fading gradient/ in this art that is painted/ with its colors faded/ a desire for beauty/ of the stroke that is a story/ untold in the lines/of this passion/ a confession of  truth

a confirmation of faith/in the escape of a prayer/asking forgiveness/for the sins of our passion/ and the touch of the skin/sinks deeper within/the heart of a passion/unseen/unrecognized/ but kept alive

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continued

kuna

let your lips be coins and my cheeks the pockets
then i ask only a small payment for my deeds
for your coins are the rarest kind,
so sweetly pursed and shining in the light
for they are a treasure of which many seek
and are a currency without exchange
oh they are so sweetly earned
and even more delicately placed
worth any journey to attain
or battle fought or hurried race
and what riches could be found
should our coins ever meet
as there is no deed i would not do
for just one more coin from you.

if i may be a romeo and you my juliet
let our futures be montague and the sea be capulet
and with leaving i drink a dram of poison
thus i drown in the the fate of passion
and the distance be the dagger plunged into your heart
a slow eulogy to what tears us apart
in our deaths love should surely fade
but bounded souls shall ne'er be swayed
for it is i who are east and still you are my sun
one day i wish that we can still be one
maybe one day i can slay the tybalt that is fate
that mercutio be slain in our wake
as i be romeo and i'll love you more
than death itself can ever endure
for distance itself cant hold us rough
and one day again we will share one love