My Yesterdays

I consider every aspect in my aspirations and desires...
As I constantly think of what will transpire
And with all that I can honestly say
I constantly pray for tomorrow's yesterday.
Does that even make sense
To say such a thing.
To blindly soar in the clouds..without direction or sturdy wings..
I need to stay on this winding path...
that leads to an invisible stairway to tomorrow's yesterday.

Somehow "Someday" is not close enough..
Although tomorrow might obviously be quick enough...
What makes sense would be yesterday.
So where's the imaginary gateway that will allow us to fly away
Even drift slowly away to tomorrow's yesterday.

There's a doorway...
that when crossing through the threshold folds into a hallway
That will guide us to the present day.
So let's say a prayer together for
Tomorrow's yesterday...
Someway somehow...
In all our yesterdays
Those who doubt us will be left in the
Past with all those forgotten yesterdays we hoped for..
By then it would be just a day...In what month, or year..
Who really cares..
But as long as I can spend my yesterdays with you
All is understood.

I always hope for...

I always hope for...
a woman that´s so sure, tainted by society but somehow still pure
one who can physically endure my hectic life while managing hers while remaining emotionally secure
One with spiritual faith whose foundation is made of stone instead of being transparent like glass because through God all relationships last.
Someone with exquistite class
Who can see right through material things because they come an go in a flash

A woman that I can trust with all of the secrets of my past who knows where in her heart to keep it
One who doesn't take my kindness for weakness
One who I can get philosophical and deep with but also act a fool and share childish dreams with
One who everytime I kiss her, I kiss her as if it was our last breath...

I always hope for a woman who can listen to all of my issues
And at the same time I listen to hers too.
And as a unit we find the solutions of each individual situation that would help US get through.
Because my problem would be hers,
And hers mine
And no problem is too sublime that it cannot go unhandled

I always hope for
A woman who never judge me
Even for what it was
A woman who can find purities through any sliver of dust
One who can see through my imperfections and knows my heart is filled with nothing but good intentions
Who deals with me solely through love

I always hope for, her to walk through that door
And allow for me to sweep her off her feet
Because I know that my quest would be complete and that the search for love never ends in defeat
I know she's out there...I am just patiently waiting for that day...when we finally get the opportunity to meet

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Sometimes it seems as if you can't get a break
Everyday you awake you feel as if every decision you make was a mistake
As each rejection sends tremors through the figurative faults in your mind causing a mental earthquake
as you wonder what went wrong.
you try and remain strong even though your back is against the wall
and success seems long gone.
So you think, ponder, and wonder
As you say to yourself that this too shall pass.
When at last you seem you have the answer,
it whittles away like the sands of the hourglass
And As you think if you were wrong or if you rushed into things to fast
and how long this sinking feeling will last...
Another opportunity arises..

And this realm of opportunity continues with its surprises
in all shapes and sizes in its different disguises
in order to solve the enigma of lifes compromises
As you constantly remember the place and time when
You were happy and content with the life that you live
As you say to yourself, anything you would give,
To forgive time and relive those moments.
But you must realize the past permits the futures fate
So a good past must be a positive omen

A wise man once said a setback is a setup for a great comeback
So as you come back realize that you will never have more on you than you can burden
Everything happens for a reason, and everything in life is predetermined
and in time, the images at the end of the tunnel, will become more and more translucent
and this thing called success that your desperately yearning, will be set ablaze in your heart dimly burning
And you enhance your love for life....
And your enthralled lust for learning

My Pen Bleeds

My pen only bleeds what I see in real life
As I plant and plow the seeds of uniqueness into each bit of prose
in order to make it satiate the needs of my convictions
In addition to enabling others to heed my recognition as t
hey read in wonderment and suspicion about which alter ego I choose to portray
Day to day I make an attempt to please others with my passion, emotion and dismay.
You see, this pen conceals all the feelings that I possess...
The spilling of the ink symbolizing my distress and
The evenflow of my thoughts,
even flows even through the mental bloodclots
becoming more strengthened with every I dotted and t crossed.
As each idea that is tossed in my head eventually blemishes the tablet as I scribe
as if in a trance...

As my pen bleeds I constantly need a mental IV in order to remain balanced
as I continue to quench these poetic thoughts.
Aspirations become actual as if only for a moment as I place myself into the mindset of what minds desires or hope that would transpire as to inspire what happens next
And as my pen continues to bleed,'
only my pen can dissect the enigma that is my thoughts as to eloquently bisect the intersection of my minds wants and what it needs so I never know what to expect.
Poetry is....ME.... As my pen bleeds...what I see...in life