POETRY SAMPLES
What’s Your Journey
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Let me read your book and dance in your pages,
Pages of unscripted gravity that never lets you come down,
A gravity that brings me to a fiction-like truth,
A truth that leads us to speak with dead voices,
Dead voices of desire knock on locked doors.
Let me run my fingers over your words, finding stuff that you forgot,
Forgetting an understanding of what’s going on,
We don’t have to say a word when the lights go out.
Let me give you a reason to show me your inner sky,
A sky that frames hollow trees blowing in the breeze along a raging sea,
A raging sea that drowns me while saying, please forgive me.
Let me find your pulse before I plant your seed,
A seed so deep that it’s protected by an invisible fence that circles a stained glass house,
A house that holds memories of stuff you should forget,
Forgotten truths of shackled anger found deep in a cavernous jungle.
Let me taste your dream long enough to paint a picture,
A picture of a man who has no shadow on the wall,
A man with a story of seasoned pain.
Let me hold you long enough to spin uncontrollably in a lazy waltz,
A waltz to an underground road of mystery that takes me to you.
Let me be your dreamer tonight so that we can wake up tomorrow,
Some days are blind to who we are,
Some nights are endless with what we know,
Let me read your book so we can dance in your pages!!!
Unscripted Gravity is published in Volume One
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Gently slide beneath me,
Like the sober days of embrace within,
Holding on to who never was or who might have been.
Open your faith, pull me closer in,
Tell me what heaven looks like before we begin.
Is heaven closer to your balanced memories,
Pushed so far away?
Read my words before the day is gone,
Before the locks fade away.
Lock my thoughts into yours,
Inhale my soul, exhale your desires,
Desires I already know have been.
Taste my forgiveness before you speak again,
Drive my scripture down your empty highway; let’s begin.
Show your world you know who I am!
My light will illuminate the unknown universe within,
Where all angels travel alone again,
Covered in paint-less murals,
Telling stories of my unseen verses,
Verses that now travel to follow my show again.
Follow me while falling from grace,
Deep into your empty space of the unknown within,
Wrapped in dreams of my show again.
Show me yours before I show you your sin,
Holding on to who you wish I am,
Unsure of who you think I am.
Show me who you are, and I’ll show you where to begin,
Trapped in my dreams,
Tied in ropes of memories, twisted in your serpent’s skin,
Sometimes, helping me find you again.
Bite my thirst, lose your keys,
Keys of forgiveness seen only within,
Wandering lost, wondering how,
How to open the locks,
Locks of lost keys that take me away again.
Locks that should have opened,
Doors locked to be opened to know me more.
Share with me what you’ve done,
I’ll share where the clocks have gone,
Clocks of your determined time,
Slowing down your second hand frozen within.
Frozen time travels fast, still wandering lost,
Still looking for your keys,
The keys to God’s sin.
God’s Sin is published in Volume Two.
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Sitting in silence,
Waiting to breathe,
Gasping without seeing,
Being without feeling,
Living without laughing,
Laughing without expressing!
Who comes to the door with nothing but nothing more?
The key never fits the lock on or around the sandpaper edges,
Dreamers’ smoke slides under the door, trying to mask the unwanted scent,
Cavernous-like screams fill the room, deeper than you know when you see what!
Who is this? Why are you here when you left so long ago,
Who were you when you locked the door?
Do I know your name? Have I shaken your hand?
Did you once say hello with a laughing smile,
Are you what you are or what you pretend to be?
Can you mend days of futures past, like living in a time machining pretending to know what is,
Am I the only one I know?
The only one who walks alone without trying to find a soul!
Excuse me for looking,
Do you know what?
What it is like hoping to be a dreamer tonight.
I haven’t located it yet,
Located the traveler in the night looking for a soul,
I think about your breath dusting in the wind,
Suffocated by fear grabbing the lights of night, but the love of your heart is the one thing that has never shined bright,
Excuse me for looking for the light in the night,
Can you see through my eyes to see my reality?
This is the night
Some days are blind to who we are, or is it what we see, that is really all we know!!!
Waiting To Breath is published in Volume One
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You know what’s been running through my mind?
Thoughts untamed, where passion’s blind.
A misty haze in soft-lit glow,
Where time stands still, and whispers grow.
The music hums, it strokes the air,
A slow beat moving everywhere.
Thick, like honey, it crawls my skin,
Pulling me closer to let you in.
And then you're there, a vivid spark,
A flame ignited in the dark.
Not just near, but something more,
The lock undone, you’re past my door.
Your breath grazes, soft, then sly,
And sparks erupt, though we don’t try.
The space between us hums and sings,
Electric ties on unseen strings.
I see you—you, unguarded, bare,
A masterpiece beyond compare.
Your eyes are fire, your body calls,
And all I know is how we fall.
My fingers brush, a fleeting tease,
You shiver soft; I feel you seize.
My hand finds yours, then finds your jaw,
Your lips are mine—no time for flaw.
The kiss begins, a tender sigh,
And deepens fast as sparks collide.
Lips on fire, breath as one—
The heat has only just begun.
I press you close, your spine, your curve,
Tracing lines I don’t deserve.
My lips explore the smooth expanse,
Your body speaks in every glance.
Clothes dissolve like fleeting dreams,
Like they were never part of the scene.
We fall to bed, a fevered mess,
Desire raw in every press.
You wrap around, and time stands still,
A rhythm born from wild will.
Your hips meet mine—a perfect fit,
And nothing else compares to it.
The world dissolves, just you and me,
In waves of lust, of ecstasy.
Your moans—my name—a sacred sound,
In that moment, paradise is found.
The build, the peak, then comes the flood,
Like lightning coursing through our blood.
You shatter, breaking, calling my name,
And I’m not far—I feel the same.
Breathless, reckless, our bodies speak,A language ancient, wild, unique.
And when it fades, we’re still entwined,
A love so raw, it leaves us blind.
The shadows dance in misty light,
The music hums into the night.
But the fire we’ve lit still softly burns,
A heat inside that always yearns.
So as I trace your skin, your spine,
Know this, my love—you’re always mine.
This night’s not over; we’ve just begun,
Because with you, I’m never done.
Electric Surrender & Volume Three Coming Soon
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It wasn’t sleep, but something near,
A candle’s hum, a ghost of fear,
The sheets were warm, the night was still,
Then I heard her soft, and real,
A moan, too full to fake or stage,
Like lust had torn through every cage,
It pulled me from the hush of rest,
With shadows crawling down my chest,
Barefoot steps through breathless air,
Heart pounding like it wasn’t fair,
The door half-cracked, the world half-lit,
There she was, mid-sacred fit,
She knelt in gold, a storm on skin,
Her back a prayer, her thighs a sin,
Straddling something fixed and white,
She moved in rhythm with the night,
Her moans were hymns, her rhythm tight,
The candle licked her curves with light,
She gripped her breasts, and with each thrust,
They danced like gods inside their lust,
She didn’t see me, not just yet,
But my body burned, my breath was debt.
My lust was pressed against my will,
Aching for what she moved to kill,
Then she turned, that knowing gaze,
A smirk wrapped in her sacred blaze,
"Didn’t know you’d rise so soon,"
She teased beneath the watchful moon,
"Want a show?" she whispered dark,
Sank back down with hungry spark,
Her moans grew fierce, her hips struck deep,
Like heaven owed her nights of sleep,
She came not gently. No, she broke,
Collapsed like fire, drenched in smoke,
Still moving. Still soaked in flame,
Like nothing holy stays the same,
She left that thing now glistening, bare,
A relic of the heat she dared.
She crawled to me, lips parted, breath undone,
Her gaze a prayer unspoken,
Her body a scripture written in motion,
Sins wrapped in devotion,
She climbed in my lap, and with no grace,
Slid down on me and found her place,
So tight, so warm, no space to lie,
Just truth and flesh beneath the sky,
I grabbed her hips, she moved like war,
Each bounce a sin I’d died for,
She used me like she’d been denied,
A thousand nights I never tried,
When I sang, it cracked the air,
I spilled inside her, stripped and bare,
But she still hungered, still unsaid,
She slipped down low and bowed her head,
She wrapped her lips around me slow,
A final act she’d always know,
"Not one drop left. Not one to waste."
She drank it all with patient grace.
Just as I began to drown,
Within her mouth, her hands, her crown,
I woke. Alone. The dark still warm.
My breath a ghost. My pulse a storm.
Still hard. Still hearing her begin.
Still tasting candlelight and sin,
Still aching for that sacred grin,
Still drowning in her velvet sin.Velvet Sin & Volume Three Coming Soon
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Behind the mask, I wore the shame,
A liar, a fake, a cheater’s name.
Empty and blind, I spun through the haze,
Divergent windows, a lost soul’s maze.
I held my scars, too tough to show,
Kept fear inside, let the darkness grow.
I faded away, a shadow thin,
Broken, unsure if I’d ever win.
I put on masks, I lost it all,
Words meant nothing, I’d let them fall.
Talking to the man in the mirror’s glare,
A stranger’s face, a hollow stare.
But from that pain, a seed was sown,
A journey began, and I’ve now outgrown.
The poison’s gone, the water’s clear,
A new path shines, though I still hold fear.
I thank the past, for it taught me well,
Through shadows deep, I rose from hell.
Like a child who grew up fast,
I see the dark, but it cannot last.
Now laughter rings where silence stayed,
True love blooms where doubt once played.
Desire burns, a passionate flame,
Success and joy have learned my name.
The stars I see now own the night,
They guide my soul, they shine so bright.
No heavy thoughts, no burdens to bear,
Just light and peace, floating in the air.
Grateful am I for the lessons learned,
For every scar, for every turn.
The poison’s gone, the water’s pure,
A heart once broken now feels secure.
So here I stand, with strength anew,
A life of light, a clearer view.
The man in the mirror, I now embrace,
A journey of love, of hope, of grace.
Divergent Window’s & Volume Three Coming Soon
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A SONGS JOURNEY
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Why are my poems turning into music? Honestly, I have no idea—just like I’ve never really understood why I started writing poems in the first place. Music has always been a big part of my life, right from the beginning, with poetry coming in second. I guess I just wanted to see what would happen if I combined the two. Sure, people say poetry is music and music is poetry, but I never really saw it that way. I’ve always kept them separate, then connected.
But with some guitars, beats, a touch of AI voice and editing, and a lot of curiosity, my words started turning into songs.
What I do know is that my writing has always been about freedom—no rules, no structure—just letting my mind release. That same approach is now shaping how I experiment with blending my poems and music. Tracks like “God’s Sin” and “Divergent Windows” are just the beginning. I’m not planning anything—I’m just letting it flow and seeing where it all leads. I hope you enjoy!
