El Vacio en Tí


El significado de magia se pierde en cuanto a tú hermosura se trata. Quiero borrarte y bloquearte de los seguidores, pero estoy perdido y atado al encanto o mejor dicho al embrujo de tu belleza. Entonces así iremos irreversiblemente a vivir otra vida perdidos en el universo buscando algo que no existes en la mente de Dios.


Draókos (The Black Dragon)
Psicofilosofía Urbana es (c)1980
Copyright 1980 ICP



If Only You

Its Reesi Reese

Waking up next to you in the morning, and smelling your skin so fresh, is the most euphoric and supernatural experience I had ever had.  The softness, the tone, and warmth of your skin, your bright and glowing eyes, blinding my soul, not allowing me to admire your presence and essence.

Your full and rounded lips, so soft to the kiss, so warm and moist, so tender, and heartwarming.  Is like a trip on LSD, an out of body experience, that no one else could ever give!  Your frantic and malicious curves, nonstop curvy roads, there is no end.  A sea of waves that are never still.  A surge of currents invades my central nervous system and discharges electrochemical thunders throughout my senses, is unbearable.  Pure ecstasy, pure euphoria.  I do not want it to stop; I want to hold on to this moment and make it last eternally.

If only you were in my conscious of my unconscious mind if only you could feel what I feel.  Only you could share these emotions and become as one.  You have no idea how my brain can manifest such pleasures, is unbearable, inexplicable for anyone to understand.  No one can get it, and no one can get out.

Draókos (The Black Dragon)
Psicofilosofía Urbana es (c)1980
Copyright 1980 ICP

Unnatural Love

0eb42f12-fd17-4229-92d0-81ef49f963f9.jpgI know you are on your way to Church, but I just wanted to tell you that you are the superb best that ever happened to me.  You are my God sent spirit and soul; you fill me with so much glorious love that is overwhelming.

That’s why you see me acting like a maniac, neurotic, uncontrollable and untrusting because you are out of this world.  In all the years that I have walked this earth I have never been reciprocated in the way you have loved me, and I mean, I have never seen an expression of love like the one you have shown me.

I know this is crazy to me and that’s why I keep on questioning myself if this could be real.  Mate my Glorious Love; there is nor or ever have been another woman in this world that could love the way you do.  You do me such honor, delightful rapture, that engulfs me in pure ecstasy.

The words in my heart cannot explain how much delight you bring into my soul.  All I see is the purest of all the woman characters of the Bible, even Mary who brought Jesus into this world.

I see you like this white engulfing fire that never burns, so dazzling that it can’t be gaze at because of its magnificent beauty and charm.  I ask myself?  Do I deserve such Glory from the Creator?  Can I be so deserving of this merit, of this extraordinary bequest?

An articulate, intelligent, understanding companion, good conversationalist, beautiful, well educated, elegant, sophisticated, with an excellent diction and physical attributes that I always looked for in a woman, but I never found her in all the places to which they directed me.  Many considered my expectation of living in a fantasy realm.

However, here she is right in front of me filling with all the attributes that I always dreamed off.  Is it real?  You say, it.  Then, I can’t wait to be with you the eternal rest of my life.  You inspired me this morning as a writer or poet, but as a human being, that is feeling in the flesh, you bestowed the eternal burning fire on me.

Mate, I will protect you from any harms way that comes to you or our family.  You are that white fire that potentiates me to do what I have to do.

Psicofilosofía Urbana (c)1980
Copyright 1980 ICP

Cuando te Veo a los Ojos

Cuando te veo a los ojos cafes

Cuando te veo a los ojos

Cuando te veo a los ojos,
se rompen las cadenas que me atan al abismo.
Se libera mi alma para alcanzar la tuya.
Quisiera decirte que te amo en tus labios provocadores.

Acariciar tus bellos y expirar suavemente sobre ellos.
Devorar poco a poco, cada milímetro de tu cuerpo.
Sentir el animal levantarse para esgarrarte toda.
Bañarme con tu sudor, beber tu sangre, embriagarme de ti.

Tomar este momento y hacerlo para siempre.
Disfrutar del deleite de tu esencia natural.
Beber de tú fuente de juventud.
Robarme tu alma y escaparme al olvido.

Cuando te veo a los ojos, despiertas en mi todo.

Psicofilosofía Urbana (c)1980
Copyright 1980 JoeAbbis ICP

Gracias Gia.

Oh, yeah, I like to leave a reply. This is why I love photography and art… It inspires me to wonder and get lost in thought… Muses, muses leading me into places forbidden…

We hide our darkest side,
our darkest dreams,
our darkest wishes,
our darkness.

So we ask,
What is dark,
what is white,
what is good,
what is bad.

Everything has been established by man
from within it came.
All is what it is, nor good or bad.
Is it hard to understand?
is it hard to realize, this is
what makes us who we are.

Are we human beings?
are we more than we are taught to believe.

We are more, more than what a mind can conceive.
It is what it is.

Nigri Draókos
Psicofilosofía Urbana (c)1980
Copyright 1980 JoeAbbis ICP

An Inch Closer

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An Inch Closer

no this isn’t
about forever
I’m not talking
about love
or promises
nor tomorrow
what I’m saying is
the night is young
you’re alone
and so am i
the wind is howling
and the moon
oh yes, the moon
is ever so glorious
so maybe—
just maybe
we could pull
each other
an inch closer.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to dVerse’s Open Link Night hosted by the lovely Mish. The night is young and so are we. Let’s get drunk on poetry tonight, shall we? #TGIF 😀

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Dreams and Heartache

Descorazonadas ySueños

Dreamspinner Extraordinaire

My nights are cold and empty
Since the day you left me
Somehow I find solace in my dreams
Where I ride the waves to reach you
But I keep getting washed up on different shores
Sometimes I ask the stars
To come down from their perch
And give you a kiss in your sleep
While the wind sings you
A lullaby outside your window
But the kisses cannot penetrate your deep slumber
So the wind, out of pity, sends me back home
Before the sun can catch me out of bed

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The blood pumping
through my veins
or the thoughts
that can’t escape my brain.
-What is it
that makes me believe
that the world around me
isn’t all that it seems?

I look beyond
what’s plain to see
and open my eyes
to what could be.

So many others
hold their eyes closed
and to what I know,
they’ll never be exposed.

Keeping their vision
planted too firmly in reality
restrains their growth
and erases their morality.

For all they see
is all the cruelty,
what’s real, set in concrete-
instead of all the possibilities.

Image credit: http://positivemindconsulting.com/2011/02/27/imagine-the-possibilities/

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