~ CHICO E~

 His phone number and voice
      on the other side of the line...
the sweet spoken words
  soft, glittering mind stimulating
    eatable, melting, delicious...

  His eyes dazzling,
 sparkling, mesmerizing
    to die for...
crawling into his eyes
   nothing but heartwarming
and pounding heart beats...

His lips bitter, spicy, bubble gum
  honey sweet, soothing
    rough and kissable
music to her lips
  the way they speak to her
like they want to do something
 great, unpredictable,

His perfect fit of nakedness
  awkwardness, rubbing, pressing
up against her naked skin
 making movement's of
   of sweet ocean waves  
is not easy when Ur trapped
 almost in a sweet dream
    of making love
with every kiss and touch
 of tenderness, roughness,
    candidness
that can't be explained
   only tasted, lived
by all 5 senses

"SELF- REALIZATION"

The sooner LP can accept
   that she was nobody? is nobody?
that she's not perfect, skinny, hot enough .....
 for him, everyone....she can't be that (friend) is just that friend???
will never be free, break out this dog cage.....

That she means shit, 2 anybody
   is a small rock in the ocean of perfect blue water...
that she can't please everyone, and everything
  that she will never be????? just because??
that nothing will ever fuck en change....
    no matter how hard she tries
                                     2 change herself ?
                                   CHANGE IT????
    that people will never fuck en change???
                           and if they do it's a fuck en miracle....
that she will always be the exception ?
                            not the STAR .....
live in the SHADOWS of those who have succeeded .....


  The SOONER she comes 2 accept .....
      that she's alone in this journey, will be alone .....
     even in a room full of 100 people 2 or 1
and her HEART and SOUL will never be PERFECT AGAIN???
            but scared 4 life......
when she comes 2 accept, all her stupid big or little floes in life
            She'll be one step closer 2 HAPPINESS, PERFECTION inside and out .....
alone, alone, solo one step closer 2 the PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.....
                        

      

MATHEMATICAL PSYCH EQUATION

What am I afraid of?
    the world...
         not living up 2 their expectations
failing not being the best, number 1
   that I can only do so much
not calculating life mathematically
           perfect ....

My own insecurities
   and thoughts that live in the
corner of my mind ....
that haunt my sweet dreams
          at night
so whats stopping me
from getting to point
    B from point A
is it all mentally, psychological
       in my head ?

What am I afraid of ?
  is it the future that was never
     part of my major plan, dream.....
not caring, drowning in mistakes
  swimming and getting nowhere?
what am I afraid of ....
     running in a circle and starting
back at square 1 and not
       succeeding
Is it that I am afraid of my own
      reflection
that looks back at me
all the things I didn't do
      should have done,
am I AFRAID you or Me
   twisted inside can't climb my way out
what am I afraid of
 trying 2 de code this life of mine
     like decoding a guy from head 2 toe
cuz if this chic could read his mind
    he would realy dig her .....

So the math problem lives
unsolved till the end
   until the right numbers
mach and click go together
  like some perfect equation
that fell from the sky
  and has a great story 2 tell.

      

The poets Little Boat

If her life is hers
what should she do
she's alive and living
their has to be more to life
instead of looking for something
that's missing
but what does she do
better on her own
like owning her sexuality
with an attitude....

All she needed was love
his perfect lips
because it's only a game
you can't explain what has been
          done
only feel so deep inside
so may the fates save
her beautiful soul
every dream inside
her soul, heart.....
Theirs a lot of shit on this earth
that can make you bleed
everything you give
everything you take from this earth
      all the shit
that can make you cry
 can make you lonely, sick, dead
like running out of sweet dreams ...
every metaphor, every word
that lives within you
is only you ...
 no one ells that can say
I wanted that bad
  More then you'll ever know.....
 Life itself yours