i love....

i love a woman whom i have yet to meet

because she gave birth

to such a remarkable human being

i love a man whose mother i have yet to meet

To He Whom...

To he
whom i love
i become folly
with hopes dangling
up above
and behind me

i love
thee

with impatience
while waiting.

i love
thee

to tears
-and when the heart aches-
to fears
of which performs
and act
on shaky grounds

i love

thee

with wishes-
when at last
seated in our presence
watching fading dawn
and stars
beheld in the others soul
we reminsce-


with faith,
unshakable,
passion
intensified,
love
our only child

i love

thee

to the point of where
i want to scream
"I hate
thee"

because of how
i make me feel
when i think of how
you should feel
how i feel
you feel
when i feel

breathe

for i

love

thee

in joy
&
in sorrow


To him whom
i wish to forget
but loves to remember
and want so much
to be with

Intravenous Masterpiece

Tattooed on my skin are the letters to your name
embroided in ink, the inscription of my love
inspiration to which shows what I don't mind feeling

Each letter, perfectly carved in unison with each thought,
has its own description. One in particular
claims legend and decision that this is it

This is art and how it begins
where it starts and shouldn't end
this is how beautiful you are carved inside me
each color, stroke, personality
captures you effortlessly

Till then do my pen bleed
of love and of pain,
triumph maintained.

Pea~z

2007

The Day The Earth Stood Still

He touched my hand as I gazed outward to the ocean:
I wondered how birds flew so gallantly
over angry waves, and dove in without casualty.
Why does this place seem so empty
yet filled.

Then he held them to his lips,
gently brushing them over.
This is it! This is the part -
he'll ask for something with his eyes
I will keep my eyes out on the ocean's tide
breathe in the salty mist
whilst I swing my feet -
and he'll ask me to repeat
letters of the alpha-
bet formulated in words
I've already told him.

As religious as he has done
my lips would be the next victim
and I'll wonder:
How can he love me,
she who loves nothing of him
other than company?
And he, who lives for nothing
but the smile on her face,
who chooses the ocean as his road,
mohagony as his vehicle,
and sailing as his hobby,
is never here
where blood haste
as receptors succumb,
wastes his time?

This day, however, is different
He will ask of me to follow him
he would not beg, and he will not leave.
Our eyes will meet, the ocean no longerbeneath,
will break the standoff.

I will notice him
in every sense
and whatever the man he has become.
He will charm me within each nanosecond
with words so qucikly exchanged
between us that time shant intterupt

We will dance happily in misery
tears, joy, and every pain to come
I will ache with excitement
and die in sadness,
he will rise applauding my very innocence.

I guess he knew somehow
we were destined,
and all this while I will wonder:
what is it like to swim in misery
and if such a thing existed, how?
And how does one not know love
when he's touching you?
Mad, they must be.
Yes! Mad indeed!
Because my earth stood
still.

The Earth Stood

Silent was the evening
nothing amidst us,
not a thing creeping
'cept a poignant lust

for heat rose amongst places
unseen, untouched, untravelled
hands carressed and possess
flesh, sweat and vowed

pleasure above all foreseen
innocence vannished, lust
remained the only air breathed in
and the only battle fought unjust

Deliver me from bad,
make me feel good!
The earth stood quiet,
while we young lads
with imagination to explore our worlds
imploring for more,
craved peaks and heights
yet bathed in beads of sweat.

The earth stood with respect,
unphased, yet waiting
wanting to let nature's course
travel thoughout and within.

....To Do Wah?

It's you!
and you'll never know until now,
that it's you

I rely on to be the first one
filling my ear
with your rythmic lyrics
and urbane demeanor

It is you
I allow into my bedroom
on these cold, empty mornings
when I

don't want to get out of bed.
Your silly phrases
and your avid style
carries me

following me
as I
smile,
knowingly to myself,
and only I,

that the inbetweens and untils
will keep me hoping for tomorrow
"if there is another tomorrow"
as you so simply state

And so long have I wished
to pen
my thoughts
my gratitude
to you.

De cinq á huit
votre abondance
remplissez mon coeur
pour savoir que vous
gardez-moi dans l'amour
avec
la monde je sais,
Grenada.


My place in this world

--the west of my indies...Grenada--

The Break-up

The pain in my stomach tightens
allowing vannished air into my throat
choking me.

Thoughts clogs my memory
and fogs my sight
Tomorrow's reality has yet to kick in

While I envision the coming days
Like a fortune teller
I'll seek the future.

With caution I
prepare for the storm;
Tissue -puffs indeed
and an inhaler;
air in G-minor.

And confused staffs
to collect my memories.

But 'err' fly

I don't want to let you go
but if you want to leave
you are more than welcomed to.

Your happiness
I live for
and if being free
means being happy,
then by all means
fly away honey
and be free
always!

Extraordinary----\_:_:_/----Vow

There's the one man I will wait for.
I am blessed, this is truly felt.
The way he makes me feel is awesome!
I blush, I smile.

I smile when I think about him.
Even though I have doubts, I remain optimistic.
He loves me, he said he does,
(proven by actions, I feel his love).
I love him "Just Because" he is who he is.

[My love. He has my love.
He shows me emotions just for me.
It's my love.]

Gosh! he's amazing!
Thinking of him makes me feel like I'm floating,
inspired, unlimited, & free.
Ah! such bliss.

This love, this kind of love
is only imaginable until realized.
I want to hug him everyday,
kiss his lips, his mouth,
nestle his head within my bosom;
stifle him with affection & love!

I know I would be happy with him,
and do what is needed of me to keep him happy.
I will try and I will become.
I will trust his every decision & believe in him.

I will not live by the norm of love.
Extraordinary love for an extraordinary him.
I will sing him love songs (a few of my own),
recite poetry, hang memories
(on my heart, one tack at a time).

Sit beside him without a word
(if he wants me to).
Cry with him and laugh,
listen and stand beside him
when he needs me to.

The best yet...
experiencing the highs and lows of life in
adulthood with him.....
included in every
step
of the way.

Respect always,

The woman who loves him with every blood cell, pulmonary ventilation, & pulse.


--my sighs are sighs of moments I wish to be near him--

Love

when you're in love,
every note you hear
is like a soundtrack
to your life in the now.

Every lyric,
a line you recite
to the one you love,
every song a confession.

But, I could be wrong.

Transcend

Your memory of me deteriorate
beneath the dark, patchy clouds
between curious stars, time,
and experience.

Tearing my skin off your body
my dirty secrets, my life's
regrets. Shaving away strokes
of happiness. Wiping clean
your conscience.

While I
sing our blues away.
Once you were dear,
then near.
Now we don't care,
fears of the future, we don't share.

Happy are the moments you tied to your tongue.
Satisfied you were
when answers to your questions
was hidden in actions.

This is how I wrote us out:
two fishes out in the ocean
often we drown;
we swim, following the tide
ran but didn't hide
Our way of life, devoid of doubt

Pea

Half empty

Don't teach me,
I really don't feel like learning
new tricks, future comings.
I really don't feel like learning.

Salvador Dalí's Paintings

J'adore l'arte. 'Love' paintings...I even try a few strokes on papier avec la brush. Early this morning, I happened on some beautiful, wierd, twisted & strange, delightful, bizarre, odd-looking, brilliantly deranged, ridiculously AWESOME online paintings of Salvador Dali's art. I had to see more, I just had to.
To the right of this posting, or maybe another, there are some photo's of his paintings.
They are amazing work.....only a man with a passion for what he enjoys can create!

Bravo! d'arte
Bravo! Salvador!!

Yes, yes, I love French but I didn't study in h.s. I will in time, become fluent en la langue...y espaniol, too.

Ocean Spray

"I know baby, but grandma and lack of trust didn't want
me to be with you so early in the morning. But I'm here now.
Tell me you missed me. Tell me.
Call me closely. Tempt me.
Hug me on the shores. Roll with me!

let's get lost in each other. Touch my body, tickle me.
You want me!!
Just as bad as I want you.

I went to bed listening to you calling my name
singing songs you and I have composed when you held me
and I dreamt deep, smooth, valiantly
woke up with your soothing call.
I can only walk pass you, stand above you and smile.

Now
I belong to you.
Touch me in places yet to be discovered
let me dive within your depths, uncover your hidden beauty.
I haven't felt love like this before.

It's been said that,
if you truly love it, let it go
if it's meant to be, it will come back to you.
When I returned, you made me feel so low, but
I'm glad we've covered the rocky road.

Let's not war now
let's make love while we discover,
while I discover you.

"Jealous of us they are, asking many questions
that's none of their business, I think
whether with you I spend countless hours,
whether I'd die inside of you
or whether you've taken a strong hold on me.

I've longed to write you a love letter dear Ocean,
it's gonna be a while till we meet again.
Don't you love another the way you love me,
not to love another either, too soon.

Pea

~Island Princess~

Été par la Baïe: Duxiemme

"Ratman boieeee!!"
Never a dull moment with you around,
it may be you whom I speak about
when I speak of mischief, when I speak of having fun.

It just may be the sounds of the early morning engine roars
or the slamming of the waves on the Bay shores.
The delicate shimmering of the sun's shine,
the songs of the intoxicated uncle of mine.

Or the sound of Mind. Body. And Soul
pulling out for his first shift stroll.
Dogs barking as workers head up the street
perfumed to impress, dressed elegantly, from head to feet

My sweet Thad joining me as I reminisce,
Buju on that ryhthmical, poetic, revelling bliss,
Roadside, Superdog, and my coward friend,Way-zhim, miss
you I do. Standing at the edge of a monument such like this

living a moment such as this, what can be better than now?
The sounds of shells echoing throughout the vicinity.
Angry shouts of vendors, helpers, and passers-by.
Screams of the men hungry for power,
drought of patience flowing from their heads to their bodies
puffed up, boastful, and mad!

Oh! I lived for it. Through it. With it.
I live it! Somewhat, still proud of what I left, I met.

Loverboy Casnel, sweet as lust,
carried Kayak passion, never missing a beat.
Muggie, friend till the end. Your birthday, shant be the same.
Hotel California. Restroom California. Never shall I check in
Unless for death, still then, I shant reach that counter.

The quiet ease of mid-day. Resting upon bambooed stools
cheap talking, booze consuming our thoughts
then the onset of invaluable agrument...ah!
Whosoever claims right sits on the wrong,
and he whosoever claimed wrong sat wrong.
We all just want our opinions to count, our views overstand.

So I'm drifting from the bullshit to the next starship.

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The sound of the Darvie boys rolling in like Hell's Angels
1-2-3-where's Ferron?
4-5-6-is it already pass afternoon?
The fatigue on his face says it all,
the boat stunts under the Jetty to the edge of Sauteurs cusps,
sliding and gliding, running from the setting sun.
Go Ferron, go!

Block tripping, hanging like leeches with not a better to do.
8-balls and Q-balls collide. Sea gulls decorating boats hauled in,
buses coming in, buses going out.
Marli's view, looking out to the islands in nowhere land,
tired from the trekking, sweating from the heat of happiness
Upon high rocks I stand
par la Baïe,
Sauteurs is the absolute bestest!!

Pea

~Bay Princess~

Sommeil avec la poet: fini

A thousand times if I could, I would
kiss the lips of he who sleeps beside me
breathing kindly and softly
Speaking to me in only words I deemed unimaginable
I want to stay beside you and dream with my eyes wide open
Rest my hands upon your chest and grow in sync
with your heaves and falls.

To outline the portrait of beauty that you possess
if only just once you would see what I see
To be drawn into you with just words
you have to be truly
someone special.

To go through the day, as tough as it may get
and see you in every small bit of goodness
makes for a day that leaves me smiling
A day that's worth being here,
alive in your presence,
madly in love.

Pea

Sommeil avec la poet

While others sleep with the enemy
I lay in comfort next to the epitome
of life and art. Of words that never die
but sounds that illuminate throughout the night
Of dreams that are brought to life
by words bouncing off the walls to horizontal lines with no extremities
I lay awake to see what peace have taken over
What difference the face of the artist portrays
when calm takes over. As new life
gathers inside the quiet soul,
the old expel as mere words could.
And each breath represents a stanza of love
In my mind I write a poem for the poet
Unlike the poet, I'm unfortunate to carry a pad with me
whenever with thoust...

One day, like the words the poet creates
when late at night restlessness take over,
it is I who would become the poet
and the poet, my poem.
Pea

Hier

You remind me of yesterday;
candid and short,
misery of all sort.

Tamed into satisfaction-
illustrated to fit a somber design
of a day badly drawn

Chaos and victory
wrapped in each others arm
as though conflict would not arise

The moon lit up while the sun dimmed
what most would call an eclipse
birds differed being the truth

they flew gallantly over the skies
ruling what trespassed, never setting for rest.
With fervent in their eyes, they looked around

without missing movements, steps, ryhthms,
one would think they've been trained.
Buildings looking to the heavens

turned their faces towards the earth.
Mosaics of cadavers defined the scope of beauty in life
after l'automne passes away

the distance shalll remain still for until spring.
rain shall wash stained colors clean
the sting of the sun shall dry each dying root
leaves de l'automne shall gather silently at my foot.

Pea

Été par la Baie: prémière

And I heard them say
big girls don't cry
especially in paradise
could be the reason why
deep down in the ocean's belly
I needed a new pair of eyes

To see things a little clearer
most of what I couldn't with my
foggy disguise
better.

Though somedays it felt like a dream to be here
I found it hard to decide:
Bee here or Bee there
Which to bee happy with?
Bee fair.

As I console myself, the person I am....
Pea

Nothing~ness

Nothing has ever felt as strange as this
I don't know who I am
what I am
what I want.

I feel so strange
Waken each morning to rattling noises
with thoughts that pains me
weaken my motivation,
never allowing me to break free

"Add a little tenderness, make me sane, I'm asking, no!
I'm begging."

Haven't I always been good,
Haven't I tried to be good?
I don't know how much longer I can take this pain

Having you to guide me,
you in my life, I feel
courageous
but I am hurting.
So help me.

Help me to change and do for you
as you need.
My joy has been taken away
that IS my life,I'm I ever so grateful that you've stuck by me
Thank you Jehovah,
Thank you!!

Rain

Rain. Rain.
Go away! Little children wanna play!

Rain. Rain.
Go away.
Come again some
other day.

I don't deny you on happy days
Don't despise you on dampy days
But I want to play,
Today!

I want to show off my brand new--
Easter has passed and now it's June
Showers drown out the moon,
darken the sky
keeps me locked up inside.

Please,
let me count the stars
outline the Big Dipper,
toting not too far,
Little Dipper, too?

Let Mr. Sun smile again,
I miss his beam of happiness
his warm, friendly embrace.
His light feathery touch,
his presence I miss so much.

I don't hate you, but I am tired of feeling this pain
for this one day today,
don't Mister Rain

Please don't come again!

Pea

Rouge

There are no hidden secrets tonight

I just want you.

As you do every time,

do to me what you may.

Surprise me. Take me away.

Friday nights at eight, and Saturdays, late

I belong to no one else but you,

because you take the fear away from me

kiss the loneliness goodbye,

raise my blood pressure, shed the sorrow, the hurt

Oh!

and you know just where to touch me without touching.

I know you must be skilled to leave me breathless

yet breathing with your orgasmic pitches.

You paint the pictures in my world,

create silhouettes of passion rhythmically,through my veins.

Give me goosebumps hearing my name in your chords.

I confess now and I shall not hold any longer

this empty life I possess is bleak without you.

Only tonight I've realized

I need you more than I remembered in those fine years.

You always came through for me.

Those fondest midnight memories

you captured from me, blissfully,

head-to-toe, spoiling me.

You're legato enticing con anima.

Let me smile as you hold my body hostage

Please,

Mister guitar man.

Pea

La la La la La!

Had dreams of a dread-man when I was only ten
At sixteen, all my dreams were of 'gangsters'
how cool they were to me just by their style
their swagger, their steps, their carress;
sent a teenage girl holding on to last breath.

Can't seem to resist their what-it-do-shawty speech
nor their get-that-money niche
nevermind the times, my mind keep saying
all things feeling this good can come to an end.
And perhaps it has. Then perhaps it was,
though it never began, just like a...teenage buzz

I felt it. Like southern winds filled with stones
and it's only I they blow with
So I brushed lust off, turned my face to that sweet southern breeze.

Southern fried. Southern high. Southern love I don't want you to die.
Not tonight. Not this time. Not this way, my heart will bleed too long.
It's too cold for the distance, wasted it freezes on a ground re-peatedly built, for instance
careless whispers.

Pea

Holidays..over

Writers holiday that is...no such thing right?? Wudeva! he he

Got a phew bits and pieces of poems...wayy too much thoughts running through my mind, I can't even remember a thing after about a minute has passed.



My darling, sweet, sweet darling
you know the sun rises in your eyes, and sets in your presence.

I cherish thee within the burrowing cages of my heart
my soul, shant escape from these romantic oboes of majestic pomp

oh darling! They weep too when sorrow befalls me
they too, laugh when joy tickles this pure essence of romance bestowed upon I....