Cry Me A Beautiful Poem

Cry me a beautiful poem.
Let it pour from your heart
Filled with declarations of your love for my soul.
Convince me of the trueness of your purest intentions
As you weave passion with words.

Cry me a beautiful poem,
And let me know that doubtlessly, you are mine,
Make me unafraid of losing you
By bonding yourself to me eternally.
Convince me of your plans of a relentless pursuit of my heart
Until your poetic words and mine are one.

Cry me a beautiful poem,
And if you must, bleed.
Let me believe in your efforts at wooing my mind and body into your favor.
If you are genuine, prove it
And let me have the satisfaction of your suffering.
Convince me that I'm worth everything you are
And everything we could be.

Cry me a beautiful poem
And I will drown the Earth with a thousand of my own,
I'll purge any skepticism, any fears,
Eradicate any questions about the direction of my heart;
It was made for you,
And I will convince you that all is yours and I am all.

Lose Weight!

Lose weight,
Lose weight…lose weight!
Pumping quads burning through the movement of squats,
Biceps and Triceps
Linked like two school girls
Gripping onto each other on a long, dangerous ride,
Chest muscles smashing the sides of their faces together
As I try to improve their overall outlook on life.


Lose weight,
Lose weight…lose weight!
A pool of sweat
That might as well have been blood
Forming a molten pathway on the hardwood,
Dumbbells slick with the efforts of my exertion
Screaming at me from their position on the floor,
“You pussy!”
As I try to fight through the burn of today’s pursuit of fat burning.


Lose weight,
Lose weight…lose weight!
Thinking about the never been worn dress
Taunting me
From its place of prestige in my closet,
Flaunting her smallness as the years go by,
Filing her nails and batting her eyes,
Impatient with my prolonged heaviness,
As I try to become identical to her measurements.


Lose weight,
Lose weight…lose weight!
And here comes the pepperoni pizza that will take all my dreams away…

The Sidewalk

Lady of the Night;
      The sidewalk:
            Everyone uses you,
            But nobody takes you home.

Sweet Childhood of Mine

White, crisp, clear visions

Of a pure childhood;

Innocence at her best,

Dressed in royal finery,

Her hair silky,

Lavishly styled,

Smelling of blossoms.

Her shoes glittering

With the precious stones

Of a joyful heart.

The uninterrupted alto

Of a youth's musical laughter

Ringing out to bless the Heavens;

Cupid's harp touched by jealousy,

Smiling parents' ears attuned to the symphony.

Winds that smelled of coconuts,

And pineapples,

Of kittens

And puppies,

And a great grandmother

Who smelled of  honey and mint.

A tongue rolled around

A precious slab of milk chocolate,

A rosy faced doll

Sitting patiently

Awaiting her chance

At a lovely sample of sweet childhood

That crusts the exterior

Of a pan of freshly baked pastry

Across the way

From alien ship sized bowls

Of deliciously ripe mangoes;

Their juices throbbing

Beneath the surface

Of golden skin,

Beckoning

To this sweet childhood of mine.