13-31 Observational Youth

Love would be a gift,

if only one, were for the taking

Each branded in creation

and bounded to a soul made perfect.

Then, love, fearless of let down

invulnerable to pain

no waste of time, nor breath, or passion

on one who is not you.

Let us be branded

for the one for each ever true,

and spare us the lessons

and the wrongs we may do

When two could be friends

wonderful friends,

is ruined by unfortunate love.

The future does not look bright for this one.

One should stop searching

for unconditional love

and learn to love in the first place.

It is not their tearing eyes

or the way their kisses caress,

It’s the smiles you bring

the comfort you provide

and the joy you share

in their happiness.

bleh.

Interweaving ribbons of night

Where dusk is dry

and the moon new,

Shallow velvet sky above

soft with stars

and dreams of love,

Wishing you upon the moment

as the earth turns

its eye to the cosmos.

The lonely call

of  night birds chime,

As the stillness and crickets

fall into rhyme.

Free your soul to earth’s breast

and raise your eyes

upon the skyline crest,

Say these words

with the last of light,

And one will dream

of thou tonight.

gag*

I’m usually good with words
But for you I find nothing but silence.
For your beauty mutes all sound
and sheds light on the darkness within.

So this is the crap those goth kids scribble in their books.

She is simply beautiful.

I know not her name

and perhaps don’t care to

Like a rose it’s much easier to admire,

than to risk getting pricked

in attempt to gather a scent,

and with calm, I can peacefully look on

as the sunset, as the ocean, as beauty.

No balls nor glory son.

She appears as if molded,
to a pinnacle of creation
Oddly love nor lust strikes me,
as if god had another intention.

In truth she is rather unsettling
an illusion of virtue,
no mans eye can miss
One fears what it does not know
and I know not a beauty such as this.

Where to start?  Her eyes, her skin
To admire this apex of being
is of no fault or sin
Uncorrupted – even amongst so many gifts,
which usually rot one from within.

This is the kid that would leave small puddles of drool on his desk. Wait..is that even a word??

Adorable,
especially is she.
From her little feet to the tip of her subtle nose
sunset hair and delicate fingers
all amongst villanously seductive the curvature.
Her visibly soft skin continuously blushing to a rose
though, a cold demeanor as if thorns
daring one to come near.
Yet, as she touches her kissable neck,
her grasping eyes attack
Pulling you in and your attention
to a perfect mouth and collective features
worthy of a masterpiece.

Can you say hormones?  Villianously..is a word…..kissable isn’t.

She’s slowly seeping into me

much like the sun

sinking into a vast troubled sea.

Still my heart beats a little weary

of harder times it has faced,

True it is, when it is said

pure feelings are not in haste.

And by the growth, it is meaningful

where roots are thicker than most

so with her compassion and willingness to understand,

she valiantly departs from her secure coast.

This one almost sounds like an actual poem.

Shivering girl

with a kiss

I’ll take your chill away.

Hold me,

and let my warmth soothe you

My hand cramps with pain

of hardships past and present

Though, you raise it to your lips

and heal with a kiss.

Powers of ghosts where touch

crosses the plane of spirit

A caress to make your spine shiver,

and a kiss to heal.

This kid might actually be getting some.

You are merely a gentle lady in appearance,

as delicate as any other,

though, a pillar of strength

a pillow at slumber,

and an extension of spine to your man.

To all the good women,

who cherish than exploit the vulnerability of man.

You are the strongest of sorts,

and more powerful than you know.

Uses poetry to kiss ass en mass. Clever.

That’s all from the babies…we shall see if they can progress from this mass of mush and slop.