UNTITLED

Her voice blocked my attention
like blinders on a horse
took away everything I heard like loud quietness in space
then she kissed me
kissed me with passion that made all discrepancies
look righteous again
anxiously
my hands grabbed hold of her backside
and my strength raised her with strong arms like a forklift
her waist was then aligned to my waist
our moans heated February with wind currents from July's weather
the taste of sweetness from her tongue to mine
was a stimulating disguise of me kissing moscato wines
I watched her watch me with both of us in closed eyes
we stood to the balancing acts of strong legs wrapped and locking
and me holding for life with this life, was locking tension in my arms
we sway to my throbbing muscles and her secreting communication
we stood there, in the middle of everywhere
dancing to the flashing street lights, car horns
and pass bye rs chanting this couple kissing like the big red commercial
this was not planned nor rehearsed
A planted cursed that started with eye contacts
and a lot of smiling
for a while now our lips danced the waltz
and tongues dueled to a symphony
lips came to a stop as we released in silence
but loud enough for dogs to hear
and avalanche's to occur in snow filled glaciers
That was the end of hologram like passion
that was the end of us caught in the moment by ourselves
stopping started crying in sadness
crying with a memories of happiness
smiling in my painted tears
hoping to Kiss her again in the next full months of winter
global warming whenever we bond
dreaming for this in bended knee and prayers
soon I suppose,
soon as our warm kisses hit the minty cold
soon as the brisk air and snow appears again......Hoping!

By LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner

WRITING SAVES LIFE

In a world where everything seems to be falling around us
where the fight between the Heavens and Hell-
seems to be leaning towards the devils favor
when right at this moment, you don't want to get up to give up
that turning to the bottle seems to be the most reliable friend you have
cigarette butts become monuments in many corners of your residence
when fear of checking the mail is not none of your business
I swear things feel, look, and taste horrible right now
but writing
writing about it or about something else
seems to save lives
creates a place where nothing could go wrong
where, your very dreams are no longer visions in closed eyes

YOU NEED TO WRITE

stop waking up to look around
just to fall back to sleep

WRITE

stop worrying over more worries
because your worries is more worried about you

WRITE

stop deprogramming your mind to writers block
thinking there is nothing to write about
LOOK AROUND YOU?

WRITE

I know you have a pen
a paper, envelope or a bill to write on the back of
scribble all over your walls,
you can paint them another time when new life again calls

WRITE

whats your excuse?
Don't feel like it?
nothing occupying mind, so whats on your mind?
not the feeling you want to feel in your heart, so what do you feel?
its not what you are trying to see, what are you looking at?

WRITE

Stop stressing over not being right and just WRITE
Its saves lives and you will see that heals wounds

WRITE

I mean now,
NO!!!
right now!!!
after you read this

WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner

CAGED LOVE

I'm not trying to hold you hostage
I'm trying to imprison the love we have
keep it in darkness out of suns light
so shadows can not mimic and share us with others
and it will be written
that our love, that is as sacred as tombs of Egypt
sworn under oath like a priest in the catholic community
will travel the true distance of the earth to the sun
I want o close my eyes and never opening them
because my dreams
has no interruptions of destruction's
little less faults in flaws
lies would not even exist in our world of truth
so to continue to live under a life universal darkness
like those in Jerusalem nights
so I tint the windows in  my room
place my entire residence in dark silence
paint stars on ceilings and walls in phosphorescent paints
so are long sleeps would be protected by star lights
See,
I'm not trying to hold you hostage
I'm trying to imprison the love we have
and if protecting my investment and infinite means
separating us from the world
to put our love in hiding like Bin Laden
and only be re-discovered by archaeologist
that two people died in loves confinement
then,
please allow my sentencing to loving you begin...

CAGED LOVE

By LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner

DOUBTS

Not sure of my faith for love
not sure if love has that purpose, that feeling
everything and anything is about lust
courting is now called dating
communication is through texting not talking
a union is all about financial mergers

Where is the Love?

We having children out of wedlock
children in wedlock is not a need but a happening
houses are no longer homes
just a means to avoid renting
Husbands are not always a bread winner
the wife is no longer the house keeper
more like the financial contributor
grandma's raising their kids babies
babies are going from 10 to age 20
by 12 you already been sexed or a parent already

So Where is the faith?

Church is not in the home
won't find the spirit in most folk
swearing is being accepted by older and younger folk
same sex is increasing in marital status
while opposite sex rather keep dating, looking pass marriage
getting a job is just for the money
no passion in the work today, just making it from Monday-Friday
Health care is no longer fare
health care physicians, don't care
living is just an option
while dying is another thing thats going to happen

DOUBT.....

No longer we will have family reunions
but block parties are on the rise
a lot less houses being bought
but apartment buildings are on the rise
mom and dad stores are seeing less visits
and super markets have less employees committed
neighbors dont know who you are
but they know your name in chanting mating calls
a village won't raise your child
but the streets surely encourage them to be wild
These are my views in doubts, things that should change
but will stay the same
but since I'm a poet
I can no longer end this with a signature of my government name

DOUBTS

By LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner

THE ACT

How well is your skills on me

Before you answer me
I need you to fill out this wavier please
First line is a conscent of what your taken
every hole is an option with no mistaken
Advil and KY on the table for ease and aching
mouth piece for your bite downs,
while the body is quivering and shaking
bottom line
where you will sign
a garuantee and warranty
My satisfaction is guranteed
and expansions, damages and stretches is under warranty

Now that you agree do you have the ability
spreading your pussy cat with leg locking agilities
while your mouth on my wigth times length utilities
8x3's they measure me
my arms are at lock, feet flat on the floor
strong back flexibility
with soft like lotion on nothern tissue
lips and my tongue exploring and conquering walls freely



See, this is not just a new position we are comparing
and sharing in front of BlogTalk
I'm trying to see how fast your legs will collasp
from my clamping lips and scrolling tongue
and that was just a small application from me
eating thee on your hands is how you'll walk


I guess you thought with your hoover like skills
and BJ's like if lips could kill
then I would die with erection
while body stands still
I'm the extended version of a viagra pill
my contributions for extended usage
giving me more hours to produce some orgasmic/ejaculated spills


dayum you good though
and you know I love good head so....
so I lift one hand, keeping balance man
and placing it on back of your head
and forcing me up working dick down into your throat
so.....how's that for show man




I feel you pulsating
want to look so bad how my face is buried in between you place
my moanin in baretones
makes air pockets loudly escape
you giving me joy with your legs and ass jigglin
causing orgasmic quivering similar as a six speed vibrate
its too late
I'm not stopping to I get that rewarding taste
hurricane tongue rolls
I even rub your clyt with my nose
slurping and sucking
and tip taping your back hole
no time to come up for air
without your cream wasting on the floor




look at you half assing the job
so I have to pushup mi waist
i dont feel your tonsil
you didnt take a moutful
if I bust off my off load
its going blast heavier than high pressure hose
warm fires to mouth down the throat
you earned your pearl necklace
protein mustache on your face

Hitting thug hard, while man soft
of course I and I the Gemini
meaning two I's
You jus had a menage tois


its been a minute
I'm devouring your kitty
like the release of 30 year convict
I'm smashing to win
I'm licking to get it in
yeah she moanin
screaming she cummin
fall to the floor
left my erupting throttle
now she is in a fetile, with her pussy uncontrollable spittin!



keep your balance!

NIGHT GLOW

I get scared every time I see the reflection of glare
my lights and there shine battling
dunno what to do
do I move
will it move
what will be the consequences if we meet
someone may get hurt
one may die
might be both of us
too early to be this alert
but this war zone that won't let me sleep
the enemy is trying to be friendly
out of curiosity do damage to me
or themselves
true, we invaded their space
and they are fighting to keep a home
to roam freely but no place to go
so here we are


my movement to their standing
As I move into their direction
they respond to move towards me
someone is going to get hurt
one of us is going to die
it might be both of us
I just dunno what to do
when riding this road
and see that NIGHT GLOW
from a standing deer

ACCIDENT!!! 

LeRoy (TNW) Goetzendanner

confrontation

I WRITE POEMS FOR YOU

You send a rapture of love sickles to my heart
I count everyday to the day I will see you
the day my chest becomes see through
and I'll stand proud as a man
but inside I cry to joy like a bride on her wedding day
This reunion has taken too long
but while the distance produces love so strong
I can't help to wonder
Will we be in love at first site?
even the vision of your lips creating a smile
warms me in freezing below temperatures
My heart plays a solo in loving concerto
in the communication from native drums
the ones you would find in the Congo
I keep back spacing and spell checking
cause I'm so in the rush to post this
that you wouldn't know,
this poem was on my today's list

I wrote this piece for you

I know you're reading this
I can see you smiling to this
cause our smiles rises simultaneously
and if your eye should tear at every line
then you too share the lines that brought tears to my eyes
I want you right now like a need
far more than a fools greed
I'm going to sleep knowing that full moon shines on me
your eye in my sky, looking down on me
and I, I am looking back at you
the sun will tell me
I'm a day closer to be one with you
to know the first day will be kissing you
the second day will be holding you
the third day will be bonding with you
and the last days will be.........dayum
lets go back to the first 3 days
this excitement has moved me foreword to day one
I open my eyes back to the day before 1
rain starts to clog my vision during my write
but that’s outside
my vision is clouded by my teary eyes
tomorrow, takes one day away from wondering why
so I write
continuing to write towards you
for you
about you
loving you
and my writing finally ends
when I'm writing with you


So I write poems in secret messages of
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking of loving you
no more thinking

I love you!

By LeRoy(TNW)Goetzendanner