It's self-published and I'm just trying to get the word out. I'll post some examples on here so that you know a bit about my poetry.
http://www.lulu.com/product/hardcover/of-love-and-poetry-full-collection/14710088?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/4
It's the hardcover book and you can also find the E-book which is much cheaper.
Some of my Poems:
CHRYSALIS
Home is where my heart began,
Where my home is-
Is where I am.
Tears are life’s’ nosebleed,
When I trip and fall-
Is where I plant a seed.
Morning is when my soul does hum,
When I take my stand-
Is where I roll my drum.
Night is what I would give,
For one good dream-
That I could die to live.
Temptation is what I’ve craved,
For one last kiss-
Before I’m saved.
Winter is why I’m cold,
It is why I live-
To shiver out of this lifeless mold.
Summer is why I’m warm,
It is when I revive-
Into a butterfly’s form.
Beauty is when I sleep,
It’s where I smile-
While I am innocent and weak.
Fire is why I burn,
While I remember why-
It is life I am given to learn.
Ears are why I see,
When my eyes fail-
My ears are my rooted tree.
Time is what I need,
But after all this time-
Time is why I know I bleed.
Words are why I smile,
Where a smile is an escape-
To look for my inner child,
To love one’s own mistake.
HINTS OF FELICITY
I consider the simplest of things,
Have the best blessings.
Within our pleading hopes and dreams,
Are secrets of the unknown hidden.
There are the ones who castigate their minds,
By hurting their hearts.
Between their hearts and their souls lies a mystery,
But who can open those locked doors behind darkness?
Darkness mystifies and binds the soul into brutal commitments,
That one day will destroy our world…
Our humanity…
Ourselves.
And I know that if I close my eyes,
I would see corruption-
With hints of felicity hanging loose by a single eyelash.
Within all the torment descents tranquility,
Wrapped into a message.
A message as if in a bottle crossing the many tales,
Of a long oceans weariness.
And what of lovers?
If love thus stand,
Then love must have risks.
Why does love not show its valiant self,
But only half its heart?
That pumping redness of intoxicating wine,
That causes debility of mere mortals.
The wine that creates our death-beds behind those closed doors,
Which closes our minds, hearts, and words of emotion.
That wine which breaks the Saints of stained windows,
And ticks away to the clocks final hour.
And I know that if I close my eyes,
I would see corruption-
With hints of felicity hanging loose by a single eyelash.
BLOOD CHOCOLATE
The blood chocolate flows into my veins,
And I am here waiting and waiting.
Red marks on my ands from rocking these chains,
And I’m still here while it’s raining.
I’m stuck somewhere in the middle of this dance,
But I don’t know the steps to it.
I’m stuck somewhere in the middle of this trance,
But I don’t see how it all fits.
A light bulb lights in my head,
Thought I’m still falling but my feet..
I’m walking through the dead,
And don’t know why I’m not with the human beat.
The blood chocolate is my sugar rush,
But it won’t wake me.
It pours onto the grounds like honeys touch,
And darkens the skies so that I can’t see.
I can’t walk,
I can’t see-
So I’ll talk,
And so I plea.
I’m stronger than the rage,
I’m weaker than me.
I’m running onto the stage,
And preparing to take the lead.
No, I’m nowhere to be found,
And nowhere to be seen.
I’d rather you fall to the ground,
Give me your crown and I’ll be the Queen.
You came to use what you couldn’t have,
Then you had it and you ran.
So I say from my behalf,
Now I have it and now I can.
I’ll rule this underworld if I must,
With one hand over my heart.
So when the beast comes or lust,
I’ll save my blood chocolate with all it’s parts.
The sweetest reckless divine,
I could never have tamed.
So I swore under the sun that shined,
That I would never be shamed.
The clouds went over the un,
Blocked my promise and let it rain.
The lightning lit the thunders gun,
And pointed it straight at my pain.
I sat waiting for the bus,
While I heard the soft drizzle.
It fell onto my skin with a hush,
And sang with the winds whistle.
I damaged heart,
And took it in my hands
It was under the bus all torn apart,
And the blood chocolate turned into sand.
I lived to tell,
And still I feel-
That my bus from Hell,
Waits for me through gates of steel.
I could open them if I want,
And go through the ride.
But still that memory taunts,
So I prefer to take a stride.
Oh, this man had come with a plan,
And that man had gone with a map.
I could forget to call them all man,
But with two wrongs trying to make a right made me snap.
My blood chocolate doesn’t understand,
The mathematical terminology you use.
So I stood to make a stand,
And fell back still confused.
Well your hands may be bigger than mine,
But I could care less so I laugh.
You tell me you study all of the time,
And I tell you that I don’t study your type of math.
Questions and equations and formats you say,
With words all twisted and plain.
Tossed around and squished like clay,
You try and try to play with my brain.
I’ve come this far,
And you’ve come too late.
I bandaged my blood chocolates scar,
And open that steel gate.
I’ll sleep when I’m dead,
So I’m awake today.
I walked with the ghosts in my head,
And now I watch the suns’ ray.
The clouds disappeared,
As I sat down to think.
The rain stopped and all was cleared,
And my blood chocolate gave me this ink.
Thank you!
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