Friday, June 24, 2011

The Invisible Man

I live with the cloak of invisibility
It comforts me like the blanket of a newborn sleeping sound and peacefully
And as you read these words that you really don't see
I'm aware that what is your imagination is my reality

I come from a long list of those that are seen but not heard
Blending in with the herd our mass comes from the sum of one half of one third
No one speaks for those represented by mere sight with no words
So I suffer silently, knowing that nothing more than your imagination is my reality

I'm a product of everything that's wrong with humanity
So much focus on what I'm not or could of been; rather than relishing in the potential of what I can be
I wait for acceptance, a defining moment where I am accepted by the many
The day when I no longer live the life as an army of one
But my reality is that I'm nothing more than a figment of your imagination
And to you my life is nothing more than a simple display of artistic interpretation

Let Me Help With Your Zipper


Tempting, temptations abound.

Masked behind the fabrics of your zipper, itching to be pulled down.

Pulled up are my thoughts

as I recall from a memory.

The sweetness of flesh in my mouth;

a sort of sublime divinity

Intrigued I am by the half dressed,

so beautifully blessed I salivate at the mounds on your chest

The slow boil of seduction has reduced me to just a shell of the well spoken,

thought provoking poet laureate,

blank page smoking,

soon to be blunt toked after deep dick strokin'



Pause



For a moment

while I inhale these thoughts broken

by your love totin,

body scorchin

look but don't touch unless those are true words spoken

Figure that stands before me,

carved and dissected beautifully

you shall be erected upon my erection as your eyes turn into a mirror and garners my reflection

A reflection that began with a twinkle

as I noticed the sway of your hips as you stalked by.

Not knowing that my prayers for prey would be answered by the tight suit,

heel wearing woman with the busty front who's zipper didn't go all the way up