FALL........

The wind slowly sings to a moment of cool
wanting to run threw fields and dive into raked piles
laying in orange, red and yellows once greenlooking at the sunlight beam in a lighter radiance
no bugs around,
very little noise, just the leaves dancing to winds
watching how the barks and branches
stand naked with out their summer greens
I become my own shade in dim lighting
its that time of year
comfortable, not really cold
just relaxing.
a little more clothes worn than usual
but I'm cool with the cool
we both just
cooling
and it feels real cool.
this season,
I drop like the leaves
as we fall like the fall to embrace autumn.FALL

By LeRoy(TNW) Goetzendanner

THE MOMENT

She does not want any words at this time
all her ears beg for is sounds that can't be share to the public
No words
clothes being ripped off
as hard kissing smothers breathing mouths
to exhale heavy through noses
crawling up to my waist pending me against the chair
it's no mystery how kissing can turn a mild scenario steamy
she was the giver tonight
no hands may touch her body
this is theft in progress
I was the victim
not saying she works for Nascar
but she was able to change us from
being clothed to stark naked nude in record minutes
we usually play protection like a offensive lines to a quarter back
but her hand,
guided my stand
and insertion was made through slippery slivers at her entrance
the tip made her moan
3 in made her lips smack in wetness
the other five made her bite completely down in skin
she held me right there
absorbing me from inside with the muscle clamping
me responding back in hellos with stem throbbing
her eyes look down on mine
and they burned right through me
she fuck me many times through a blink
as her ride begins
she push my forehead back like Pastor healing the ill
my legs at spread, her legs wrapped around the chair
she mad it painful on purpose
called me all kinds of you MF's Oh Gods, Dayum that D**k
but never once saying my name
I was s stranger she knew from sexing
her liquids disbursing in masses
her grail was also familiar with my pinnacle
all that was here:
was aggressiveness
self satisfaction
dominance to gain
and releasing from both
leaving us both paralyze
with No words
time gets closer
this commencement is reaching graduation
she knows my meters minutes
she worked harder and slower
thrust against me patiently stroking
until her body started shaking
like a hypothermia victim
my release was like high pressure hoses
she threw her body into my face
embedding nails into skin
the sounds she made
can only be heard in third world cities
during cries of death
her mission was complete
our moments of back ups
become temporary validity's in deplete
and she left with no good bye
leaving me naked
in
THE MOMENT

By LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner

DON"T MAKE ME CHOOSE

Backed into a corner
I knew
I knew this day would come
late night arguments after coming back
from late nites on stage
silence in two different rooms
when I'm engaged in memorizing todays written page
She said I'm too close to my work
its almost like your cheating on me through words
I read your pieces
not one about me or we
in vocabulary, phrases to languages that are unheard
she said I wont pray with her
but she witnessing me giving thanks to my pen
raising praises to my leather cover hard back
camel complexion notebook(she gave me)
as I smiled in AMENS!

She says I shut her off somedays with my Ipod touch
hoping on night my hands were softly touch...her
my eyes peacefully closed
sometimes smiling
somedays shedding tears
her looking at me with jealousy
cause in heart, she dont want to hear what I want to hear (me)


So she threatened me one day
said she would take my life
my lifes work
place it in a pile
and burn in front of my face
I took on another face
that day(gemini showing colors)
You burn my work
you already killed me
and this will leave you lonely with me still here
So I said,
no,
I told her I love her and I was sincere
but lets makes this perfectly clear
love is love, but there are boundaries passed here
so give me options, dont make me choose

Her reply with tears in her eyes
She said then you must choose
who is going to be your infinite
over being a definite
who do you want to wake up to
to smile too
sleep in embrace too
and die together too

I grasp my pen in sweaty palms
clutching my notebook in my arms
as tears fell to my eyes
and she too begin to cry
Dont make me choose
dont make me cancel this longing
this feeling
dont make me break the very foundation that got us here

You're asking me to choose a love over being in love
my head fell buried in my book
while my tears bubbled against the leather book cover
my first pen, with initials inscribed
are fading from heated palms from sweats
I close my eyes
and prayed to my Lord to save us
I pray loud enough for her to pray for us
silence became out breaths
listening closely
are heart beats communicated for us

I got up to embrace her with pen and notebook in hand
held her tight like the responsibility of her man
slightly moved back
kissed her gently
told her I love her......

Years later, I often think about the last night I saw her
and days, months and years after my spoken words got
stronger
I was a lie living with a truth
lying about who I loved
and who was just a love
I'm sorry I just loved you
You woke me up that night
when you ask me to choose
Since then
my marriage to poetry has kept me happily ever after.

No more choices, just choose happiness!!

POETRY!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

GLASS BARRIER

 

 

 

 



Only thing between me and love
is the punishment behind reflected glass
where future's are too far away to speak
this very present is baggage of the past

...beyond this clear view
I see you.....love
somewhere out there like flashing signs
neon lights
a messages written in the sky

only thing stopping me from getting to you
is this wall of glass
that stands in my path
that smeers the my finger prints
when I'm reaching to give you my hand

Night dreaming across the streets of nakedness
hoping that the path you are walking now
is being announced by flashing street lights
in codes of directions point my way
that you would only get green light
and turn signals
that will conclude your ride in my space

because,
the only thing between me and love
is the reflection of you
staring back at me
through wall of thick glass.....

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

THIS IS ALL WE HAVE

It has come to this
war of the words and these words against the world
truth is, you ain't ready to hear the message we spit
expressing are deepest thoughts from mind to pen
open books letting lose closed spirits,
beating hearts bump to everything we vent

they don't want to advertise us
they don't want to televise us
listeners are afraid to subscribe to us
politicians don't want to ride with us
they beep are messages, "its in God we trust"
but you can't convince the devils helpers
so are words will eventually die with us

Shhh
see no wants to hear clearly, so they make noise while we are speaking
very few want us to demonstrate proof to what we are reading
the scary truth is
that we speak truth in volumes
so they block all sounds, when they fear what they are hearing

liars representing the public want to;
sensor our words
gag our mouths,
cut off our tongues
inject us with hallucinates to make us forget!!
What we think, has to stay trapped in the undergrounds we run
they should never meet the surface
or touch the radio air ways
because someone might just listen

Our every word is combine to form lines
and these very lines end with action words
that end in rhyme
rhymes are reason to bring you back to define the last line
are reasons need no reasons when we recite and write
on the dotted line

I heard the pen is mightier than the sword
though when we're collabing with the tongue
it always seems to cause damage, while striking cords
Its funny how we are all free to speak our minds
but what comes out of our mouths,
seem to instigate verbal wars
and with these restrictions
poetry is the beginning of hurt and truth
oppositions are forming enemies
by creating haters through spoken word youths
with untruthful scores of hated words
through rappin spoofs

truth speaks volume, as lies influences minds
truth hurts ratings, but empty venues are on the rise
filled seats mean profits
cancelled shows, is a lost of ap publics interest
leaves your viewers going for an exit to catch an artist message
spoken word is a gain to add names to minds at lost
lost is when we make up the majority of listeners
listeners are the seat fillers, paid billers,
insuring you, your poetry venues don't get lost

we are spreading like diseases,
for a wild flower we are agitating weeds
we are your commercials
inserts in books you read
we are the exhale and inhales
the hungry wants before your needing
we are the cuts, and then the band aids
when words inflict pain to wounds that are bleeding
we revive you, when you die on us speaking your thoughts
I guess we are the reason why you're still breathing

I'm reaching out to all my poets
I know of the struggles sometimes
make your heart hurt like mine
cause we are force to hold back what we think and say,
this inner connection to what we feel displays on face
bodies filled with wordily suppression
heart pumps for oxygenated expression
thoughts are release in messages and make some kind of connection
these expression start with us saying
saying produces sounding of words
words we speak to become spoken heard
Fear of hearing makes outsiders neglect us
it took this long for readers and listeners to accept us
slipping on the tongues has leaders rejecting us
So why the fuss???
you created this mis guided madness
procreating off springs to help you correct your issh
now your disappointments make you mad
starring at your wrong doings, might make you laugh
but your laugh in darkness is frown formed like sadness
just admit it,
there's more of us forming in your futures past
don't go against us, jump on the wagon in your path

Let the poets speak messages in poetry,
cause the truth is
THIS IS ALL WE HAVE......

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

ALTERATION

I'm, I am the name that you can say so freely
when your mind comes clear of me
that's when...
inspiration, starts to become the introduction to my nick name
see I remind of you of everything going wrong
so let me explain

Feelings hurt, or should I, as a man, feel some shame
that I'm only a thought through works of painted art
and tainted leakage through pen drops
but my way of treating you, is far from where your mind stops
see your heart may beats to a Congo for me
but when its near me,
well it beats in fear when its here with me, then those loving beats drop
and I'm not sure, if you're praying at the door way before you walk in
or do you anoint my surroundings when I'm not looking
cause the truth is

You and I are looking for a one good day after another
I don't even bother
because,
with 1500 plus cellular minutes to use
my unlimited texting shows 6577 in the month of June
and that's not the good days and reflecting back to good times
those are the unclosed  for the arguing days of petty grays
the nonsense, that's now starting to make sense
so we should have made some kind of sense that day
and like a new pair of slacks unhemed
I need to fix this problem
and get things slightly aligned until its straight
but how can I make such a move
when it feel like I'm Hilary Clinton having a Sarah Palin debate
nah, let me wait
I'll take that back
but let us attempt to be exact... or either on the same page

your diaries of penmanship's shared on pages
graduating and making its way on stages
are plots of confessions that you claim out of your mouth
"it was never written about you, or for you"
I didn't mention your name
So do I feel this much guilt when every line silently calling my name
if wasn't directed towards me
how come days later in a confession of how your feeling indirectly towards me through poetry
I won't take battling a thin line of love and hate
strings hanging, material coming apart like our love
we need to sew together this dividing towards separation
stitch it up, fix this up and for this loving Alteration.

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

POTLUCK

Waiting on the next storm to come
because I like the outcome of storms.
They bring refraction of light in multiple beams
the kind you only find when we daydreaming and wishing
I'm so anxious to feel the greatness and rewards of a emotional-
feeling for another who is feeling for me
no more chasers,
no more excuses about past abuse that made me hide-
in the barriers that keeps me from ever loving again.
Its coming soon, I seen the signs from HIM
So let it rain and storm
until cold showers defeats the humidity of failure
I'm running in the direction where the colors end
to get to my Pot of Gold of loving someone again.

By LeRoy Goetzendanner