Together Part 4 – Poetry W/Audio

You have transformed me into moments of raindrops
Sunrays from roof tops
When I was closed you opened my blinds
Led me to the light
You let in the sunshine
That had a keen fragrance of the rain
You soldiered lilies and butterflies that laid eggs on my windowpane
And slayed every dragon that dared creep into my brain
You squeezed oil from my rot
And brought meaning and love to every painful spot
We hugged each other like microphones
You made musical sounds to every agonizing groan
It was music only you could read
I love you so much I get butterflies and it becomes hard to breathe
And so
It will always be
Me
And you

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!Together!

Together Part 1 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 2 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 3 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 5 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 6 – Poetry

Together Part 7 – Poetry

These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!

Together – Never ending word play/ Comment section by this writer and Sean

Lust ~Poetry W/Audio

I have nothing but anticipation for your touch

So I play fight with you just to seem a little tough

Anything for a little “physical activity” even if it’s a little rough

But you always pull away somehow

And turn our intentions around

You always remind me your friend likes me

And cool our attraction down

I don’t know how to tell you

How I want this tease to end

I don’t know how to tell you

I want you and not your friend

Together Part 3 – Poetry W/Audio

Seasons call
From behind a threshed of mourning
Exploring
A handwritten endeavor

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!Together!
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I will love you forever
That’s been tattooed on our arms since we were 21 years old
Love put years on happy
And on his 97th birthday
We sat
We rocked
We listened
To the stars
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We made love
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We died
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!Together!

Together Part 1 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 2 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 4 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 5 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 6 – Poetry

Together Part 7 – Poetry

These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!

Together – Never ending word play/ Comment section by this writer and Sean

Voice – ⚠️ Sad Poetry

Together Part 2 – Poetry W/Audio

It was my inner purple
That translated

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Non-verbal’s

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Into signals

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You stimulated my glow
Created waves
And made my juices flow
You hand molded me into the sweetest kinda’ cookie dough

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I melted into your milk
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And crafted the smoothest pattern
Felt on me like silk
And so
We
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!Gen-er-rate-ed!
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Electricity
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!Together!

Together Part 1 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 3 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 4 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 5 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 6 – Poetry

Together Part 7 – Poetry

These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!

Together – Never ending word play/ Comment section by this writer and Sean

A Thousand Mile of Highway – Audio Poetry

A THOUSAND MILES OF HIGHWAY – Poetry W/Audio

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Together Part 1 – Poetry W/Audio

Midday waits on a still noon

Winter
Covering only
Me
And you
Sired to a glaciers wall
We become one with nature
All over our bodies
Snow flakes fall
You blew life into my mane
And kept garland growing inside my small animal brain
And so
Here we are
Me
And you

Being cared for

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!Together!

Together Part 2 – Poetry W/Audio

!Together!

Together Part 3 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 4 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 5 – Poetry W/Audio

Together Part 6 – Poetry

Together Part 7 – Poetry

These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!

Together – Never ending word play/ Comment section by this writer and Sean

Love – Poetry

Love

Pixie – Poetry W/Audio

It was a demon!

A CURSE FROM THE BEGINNING

BECAUSE ADAM WAS AFRAID TO TAKE THE LEAD

AND GOT EVE TO DO HIS DIRTY DEED

Sent to terrorize this empty room

She hates me and berates me

At least that’s what I presume

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I’ve even given this thing a name this thing is cwwwazzy and dramatic she’s
become impossible to restrain

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She has her own personality

Her name is Pixie

And sadly she’s part of my reality

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Their like monsters that dance around in strange little groups

Dropping coal mines on my womb

Marching fiercely like military troops

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In my mind strange things happen and I am forced to assume

As Pixie dances harder

Between my bloody womb

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In five days she’ll be gone

And I’ll be left cleaning up her mess

Because I’m normally prompted to be mean and nasty

Under Pixie’s cramped up stress

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When its all over I will give my belly some much needed rest

Trying desperately to hide next month

From Pixie’s curse called

PMS

The Parole Board – Case Study #3

The clink-clink noise of the cell is deafening!

I have gotten used to it after 5 years, 60 months, 1826.25 days, 2,628,000 minutes, I’m going to change my life this time.

I know I’ve said this to you God the last time and the other time and the time before that.

I’m going to do everything it takes to stay free!

My name is Noah Ortega I’m a 53 year old Hispanic male, I’m a 3-time felon and this time I’ve been convicted of burglary.

I suspect when my mother named me Noah she didn’t predict I would become a crack head felon.

My cell opens and it’s the CO coming to get me to face the parole board.

I hold my hands out through the bars for him to handcuff me like the animal they think I am, maybe I am an animal.

They open the cell and hand cuff my ankles too, because an animal can’t be trusted.  

I shuffle down the long cement floor, I’ve mastered this walk.

I walk into a large room with 6 agents sitting at a long table with one chair in front of them.

I sit.

I analyze them to see what my chances are.

Four men, one African American, one Hispanic and two Caucasian men.

There are two women who are Caucasian, I’m really doomed!

I do my assessment of them.

They don’t waste any time, they ask me, Mr. Ortega are you guilty?

Have you been rehabilitated?

Yes, you dumb fuck!

Is what my brain says but as gently as I can I say, I am and I feel terrible about the crimes I’ve committed and I’m ready to start fresh, this time away has rehabilitated me.

That’s what they want to hear, that I’ve been rehabilitated.

I said what I had to say and was shuffled out as I walked step by step trying not to fall with the limited space the chains give me at my ankles.  

I had to admit to the parole board that my burglary days were over and they are.

No more smoking crack!

45 days later, I walk out the jail.

The gates look huge as they slowly open.

My journey starts and I feel hopeful.