I often think...

I often think of kissing you.

Slowly siping sweet sentiment 

From you I await but a cue 

To fulfill my heart's contentment

Is there a more noble pursuit?

More worthy a goal to reach?

Than to pluck the forbidden fruit 

Even if I must lose my speech 

I often think of holding you 

Lovingly on a warm embrace 

Oh my dear, If only you knew

How glad I am to hold your grace 

If I only had but one wish, 

I would wish for many wishes, 

Then to be in kisses rich

And hold you as if with stitches.

Someone's Eyes

To lose oneself in someone's eyes

when the abyss is gazing back,

can't help to think if it is wise,  

to stare with flare shrouded in black

I must confess shortness of breath.

Your gaze might bring about my death.

When lost at sea, what can I do?

But think of you, drowning in blue.

Since first I saw you

Dear -------,
I wrote this poem just for you
In hopes that my words will ring true
For words are the means to meaning.
Please enjoy what you are reading.
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Since first I saw you, I knew
Of your type there are but few
Your beauty unmatched by any
Your virtues there are too many 

Must I write about your hair
Your Golden lucks, more than fair
Perhaps about your clear blue eyes
In them something that paralyze. 

I would not dear to miss
To write about your kiss
So soft I nearly don't feel
How it brings all of me to kneel 

For all my faults of which they're many
They are not worth but a penny
If compared with my affection
For to me you are perfection

I Dance the Blues

For you, tonight I dance the blues

I wear a shirt, I tie my shoes

For tonight, I dance the blues

For if I must grief, this I choose 

To My Red Queen

If I sadly said I love you

and that missing you makes me blue

that you can't have a hint, a clue

of how deeply in me you grew

If I madly mean to miss you

more than most men will ever do

and my feelings proud, pure and true

rage as if caged in a city zoo

If I were to change through and through

from my horrid habits to hairdo

and without a doubt this you knew,

as that your cats at night mew.

Darkness My Friend

we are born in darkness my friend,

and so surely our lives will end.

While we rage at the dying light

we all go gently into the night.

Six Months Ago

Six months ago I was broken,
my heart was torn, my chest open.
She left a vacuum that collapsed
I'm still waiting for its elapse.

I still remember her fondly.
When I'm in crowds, when I'm lonely
Now I must go on my journey
No confidant or attorney

You ask how much I miss her?

You ask how much I miss her?

Let me tell you all the ways

For sure more than my fair share 

For certain more than it pays 

I miss her by the buckets 

By the dozen and in bulk

So much that I shoot rockets 

My feelings, strong, as the hulk 

I miss her in the morning

And the place she used to be

As Smeagol covets his ring

As the blind wish they could see 

I miss her brains and beauty 

Her gorgeous eyes and long hair 

As a pirate loves booty

I treasure her in my lair 

I miss her as my duty 

As a soldier his lost legs

I loved her waist and booty 

She was bacon to my eggs

I miss her religiously 

As a bishop worships Christ 

And through the night, secretly 

Like all good thieves do their heist 

I miss her each afternoon 

as a Hale misses the earth 

Like the son misses the moon

It's all true, for what is worth 

I miss her during late nights

When I study at my desk 

Whiles the dying of the lights 

At the end of this burlesque 

I miss her in deep sorrow 

Sweet and sad is my tune now 

Like there is no tomorrow 

Forgetting, I don't know how 

I miss her like she's gone far

& wish she came back to me

As if she'd stolen my car 

So very much so, you see.

Hope Springs Eternal

I loved a women
she loved me back
and we were happy
for a short while

 

I brought her roses
she bought me clothes
we rubbed our noses
but so it goes

 

she left me empty
or so I thought
of hope I've plenty
as one always does

The Phenomena

In my moment of deep despite my mind wonders "When will love lure me in?" But then, I set my sigh on a gorgeous girl and think to myself, "I could fall in love with such a fair flower" and my heart swells and pushed me to ponder poetry and prose just to be squish dry by overwhelming odds and my meagerness. I find the phenomena most annoying and incredibly inspiring.

Would you be my valentine?

Would you be my valentine? 

If not busy and have time 

I'll bring roses and some wine 

Perhaps if you like my rhyme

I really like you, that you know

Feelings inside me for you grow 

With kind kisses I'll try to show

How intense in my eyes you glow

Now, I know you may not feel the same 

For that I have, but myself to blame

One date, that's all, to spark a flame

For one day, would you be my dame?

Let me lure you into romance 

Let us together take this chance 

So take my hand and let's go dance 

Until exhaustion induces its trance.

 

If in the past

If in the past I made mistakes

Was it cause I lack what it takes

Was it just fortune, was it fate

Can I still change or is it late

Do I rhyme my politics?

I am not on the right

But seldom am I wrong

For freedom I will fight

I'll even write you a song

 

I am not on the left

But gays I don't hate

I take some taxes as theft

And I don't believe in fate

 

I am a libertarian

I question the state

More than a contrarian

A man searching for a date

 

One Night

One night I wrote a poem

About my deepest sorrows

I Listed every problem

To forget them tomorrow 

Nostalgia

I much miss my ex girlfriend

The woman my heart I lend

I miss her voice her scent

how she nagged without rest 

But what was broken can't be mend

Guess good things come to an end 

For fate can't forever be fend

Once more unto the breach, my friend

Conjuring

Where I'm from I'm all the rage

They had to keep me on a cage

I am not a monk, I'm not a sage

I'm not a sorcerer or a mage

But with my rhymes I do real magic

I'll pick you up when you are tragic

Make all you worries subatomic

give you strength, like in the comic

So with this verse I can reverse

All augury and any curse

Or in its defect I could do worse

Take tiny tasks, make them adverse

I'll make you ill with these sick rhyme

Like the black plague of our time

So now you know what is my crime

Will you judge me guilty or sublime?

- Marcelo

Would you?

I love the way you smile

I wish I had your style

I like your pretty nose

I think it worthy of a rose

Wish you would call me back

You are as cool as a jet pack

You make my heart speed its rate

Would you go out with me on a date?

 

 

- from M. to H.

Do you have a light?

And so I start my last semester

as both a king and a jester

I've found a job that pays good monies,

but it is out of my field of studies

 

My crown achievement, a diploma

and yet in life only a coma.

It is more of a promise of things to come

a way to prove that that you are not dumb

 

I've reached my destination, but lost my path.

Though perhaps all I need is a bubble bath.

I fear I've lost the fire with which I first started

Do you have a light with which to ignite it?