INTO THE LIGHT

INTO THE LIGHT


I lost consciousness of conscious sense
they say that this heart is not filled with an high of spirited men
They claim I'm selfish to others
and abusive to close friends
I heard rumors I'm the devils helper
Chanting OMEN instead of singing AMEN


What kind of character do I portray in the eyes of my colleagues
lowering my levels beneath the faith of my Deity
God please continue to shine on me
show these people I am not what you see
that I'm the same Ole G....
so tell them stop judging me


I don't need confirmation to my guided heart
I'm true to my spirit, sun is still shinning around this sinning cloud
I pray for others,
but I think I should pray for me
I give more willingly to others
never giving or saying thank you to me
I'm not a reference to tit for tat
but I seem to be hearing the opposite
do I have to listen to those ignorant voices
these so called ANGELS that be gossiping
Still a standing, 39 years in the waiting
I am a man that is with patience
sucking in my pride, keep my thoughts inside
I'm never be rewarded for my high abilities through low tolerance


Why do I feel like I'm reliving the pains of ancestors did in history
if I'm that bad of a person I seem be from turned in claims,
why doesn't these actions speak through my poetry


I'm not going to give up, nor going to let true friends walk out on me
I'm sitting here a man that cries,
a man that lies
in a two seater car, belonging to a one man ride
and still
I keep hearing voices say
that I'm doing me


Maybe I need to install more mirrors in my surroundings
not to look at myself in the split twin within
but to see that green is not my color,
that the mirror wont hide the true spirit of men
If I look hard enough, will I cry
or smile because I'm proud
looking at the image who was a donated seed of making me
procreating to HIM
continuance because of HIM
and what I recieve from the messages HE sends in my sleep


my pen does not produce ink
only ejects the fumes from the hurting stinks
that pollutes the air we breath in love
trying to write without flooding paper with tears,
when constantly my steady hand is shedding blood


Maybe I haven't quite found love for me
the same love I dance around in praises to my creater
pumpin out frost bitten love of a cold heart
with an attitude hotter than the equator


I'm going to close my eyes after my prayers
hoping the sin that lowered with me on bended knee
stands still in the postions of a prayer
that my subconscious body will breath heavenly
as the sin remaining on bended knee recieves that same blessing in layers
So I can wake up saying thank you
screaming " I care! I care!
and in my eyes, I will see angels in every passing host
and believe in my loyal focus, like I'm possessed by the holy ghost


I'm not that man,
I'm that better than
just stay in the pews and watch me
watch me ease on down
ease on down the road in dance
giving daps and clappin towards the ceiling
kissings hands, and raising others hands
its not over for me
as my dark clouds part like the red sea
and I walk slowly to my last days
GPS navigated


 INTO THE LIGHT........

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

LOVERS CONFESSION

LOVERS CONFESSION

I got to admit to you
when you walked out the door
I took off from work
and laid in this bed
so all day I continue to smelling
the leftovers of good love making
all over me
from all over you




and even though I woke up to sunshine
outside displayed the happiness of pouring rain
experiencing hurting inside
on my side, the right side
and lye in this puddle of extractions through chain reactions
and every musky imprint on the sheets and pillows
still screams out your name


When I decided to wash you off
I went on my rooftop
in the natural state you left me in
and let the pounding rain
caress my frame
and turn this thugish man soft

CONFESSION….


I closed my eyes to pretend that it was your essence pouring on me
that the wet spots on my risen spots
was the images of you consuming me, and taking me
and you stroking slowly to 7 second heart beats
while we bonding, with you riding on top of me


I open my mouth to count the rain drops filling up taste buds on my tongue
I keep my eyes open, I keep my mouth open
while I taste the heaven crying to the earth
wetting me, warming me,
down my throat
is how I felt your cummm

TRUTH

They say men don't cry and if they do
they only cry in the dark alone
but if you would have watched me toss to your stokes
cramp to your silent moans
became a visionary to how you rode
to the side, my head lye
and where my face met the pillow
I let many tears drops go


I ask God not to stop the rain
please continue to fall on this lions mane
remind me of a angel I die in love making
to wake up to every heavenly morning
in sleeping whispers, only the Lord
will hear me calling your name


I'm in love with you as I submit my vows in poetry
I'm in love with you more than yesterday
in love with you more now
then the first day you said hi too me
I'm in love in my lonely state
I'm in love til my smile grows wide
the minute you walk back through my door
at a quarter til eight
A lovers confession

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

GOOD LOVING(Haiku)

Deep like trapped miners
wrapped snugged like white straight jackets
Fallen hard for love


By LeRoy Goetzendanner

HONEST HEART(haiku)

HONEST HEART(haiku)

truth about my love
proof by lie detector test
guilty for loving!

LeRoy Goetzendanner

PENPOSAL

PENPOSAL

7-29-2008

I fell to bended knees and ask for your pen to wed with mine

You said “I will” in spoken vibes

With this spotlight shine in your eyes

Preparation began

The day forming to performing  like the day of creation of sand to man
we will come dressed wrapped from foot to head
in just the of poems we’ve scribed
instead of peddles we walk on, it would be notepapers in line
poets standing at attention holding up their pens like swords
the pastor would be a poetologist
who deliver our vows in spoken words
Bic’s and Scripto’s would be our witnesses
our families, Meade and Xerox are side by side

To hear vows in a exchange to sound checks, introduction of names

Slamin to spoken spittingships

mics hangin down to mics standing loud
stages smiling proud
that today is the union of emotions
in a wordly connections
I take her with the first line that caught her eye
she got my heart with her style a smile

Followed by conclusional rhymes
today we will be one like a sentence
joined together like the number 11
shouting out big with our messages in it

Today is an official poetical closed parenthesis union
placing on your finger and mine
three ring binders to unite our love

And drinking red inks as our communion
opening cages, setting free the paper planes with our poetry floating above
our Penposal was truly a blessing a performance that was done out of LOVE

AND NOW I PRONOUNCE YOU,

PENS

FOR LIFE!!!!!

You may now collab in a life of scribes

PENPOSAL

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

You thought this poem was written for you

You're so vein,
you probably thought this poem was about you
you're so vein, so vein
you probably think this poem is about you
for you
for you,

You're Misreading me
leads to misleading see
you caught up on a high and why
cause you say to yourself this piece was written for me
neva did I mention no names
neva did I say
this is dedicated.......to the one I love
See I write, 
I love how I write
So let me be polite
I'm a poet with a vision of putting emotions in a piece
I send shout outs to my poetry
more than any name I can mention
so release
release the idea that every love poem
every erotic session
was not a poetic shout out to you

Now breath......

don’t love the poets words

me as in I be the poet, that is why
poetry is a sacred scribe
if I share my work on the web or perform it live

wait

lets take the edges off sharpness to my pens write
and bust your bubbles of reception
and bring you back down to the ground
in which you saw and felt a lyrical high

don’t fall for a poet

if I write for you and when I write for you
I don’t need to succeed by sharing my read
to the world for you
cause in secrecy
my poetry is an internal world for you!
like sex
no one needs to know how I put a emotional flow to you
how when applying tongue application from my lips
before I go on a lyrical tour on you
so don’t get it twisted
my words online
on the phone
and in person
can sound so dayum convincing
but if I don’t dedicate
start off and end off with shouting out your name
then its you getting carried away
by words........ that I say


You're so vein
you probably thought this poem was about you
you're so vein, so vein
you probably think this poem is about you
for you
for you.........

they are not, but this one was. 

BY LeRoy Goetzendanner

FABRICATED IMAGES

I mis-placed my thoughts immediately after my heart was crushed
my pen couldn't perform for me, my blood was no longer a rush
sitting in corners pretending like a man can't cry
didn't think about how you felt every time I told a lie
convinced myself that I can fix this
fix this broken situation from pieces smaller than powder
screaming out your name, but the demons in my head speaks louder

so instead be a leading man
in your life
I became the misleading plan
by the knife

constantly bringing forth my promises in his deception
played around with your trusting serenity,
unrehearsed spreadings from hidden affections
Yeah I stand tall as if I was man
cause I stood tall on arrogance shadowing my erections
taking you down the punishment of demonic poisons
leading us way beyond the blankets of unprotections

every stroke to your waist
was lies of. " it will be ok"
and kiss to your soul
tore down your emotional walls
while spreading away your saving space

setting free fires of procreating seeds
as my mouth murmurs I love you
knowing when I put out, I'll be pulling away
and denial would be all the fertilization you knew

abandonment immediately after our desire evaporates
re flashes of combustion, in words before we separate
I hate this side
blaming it on the zodiac sign representing the twins
lies painted good pictures of bi polar innocence
no need to pretend
every meeting is a plot with soothing poetic words
lies to cover up the truths, earning a extensions
towards a reality for hurt

I want to act like I care
but I'm a actor who walks like
talk like
portraying the role that I care
and as you stare their looking through me
with suicidal tendencies
seeing if I could flinch when your razor eyes cut through me
hoping I cry when oral fixiations in gnawing greetings
would bring upon pain on my face, while starring at me bleeding

but I show no sign
watched you slowly die
and parish in the puddles that soiled the place you were rocking in
smiling with tears,
no need to look towards recovering

dying,
dying,
slowly dying
to very poem that brought you here
listening to my performance
now I know what brought your heart near

swollen,
swollen,
swollen eyes that shed only dry tears
of love broken hearted
the false imaged love in pretending
A image of fabricated love,
I could have prevented!!!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner