LIQUID COURAGE(Haiku)

The devils nectar

promotes behavior in thoughts

Alcohol is bad!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

SENSELESS LOVING

I'm in love with her for many reasons
how do I know for sure, its instinct
a sense of assurance,
a warranty with insurance
a happening thought before occurrence
a physical strengthening before endurance

so I sat back one day trying to imagine loving her without Keene senses
those same senses that draws my interests
to make me understand this attractiveness
but without my senses
I would be useless
for example

If I couldn't see, would I actually had the chance to meet her
would I have seen the angel I seen that day
the same angel that kept me at total stare without blinking
to see this angel in my sleep and daydream visions
where will I be if I can love to see you

Would if I couldn't hear that voice which makes me melt
a tone I can't let go, its so exciting when I close eyes and feel her breath
the way it sounds when she says my name during sex
the moans and the whispers in sounds, uplifting to my health
how can I not hear you, see you and still love you

I start dying when I think of being numb
that I could never know what she feels like externally and internally
to understand how she moves me when she touches me
and when hearing seeing and feeling are combined
I'm aroused above climatic altitudes going north bound inclines
can't touch her

I'm trying to imagine not feeling her or for her
emotionless which exist in most men with senses
loving her and not know why or what I'm feeling for her
having a beating heart to survive, but never beating for her
to cry when I have her, cry when I lose her
to be mad at her,
then happy again with her
sad for her
understanding more of her
feeling less is not a God's gift
I don't to live if I'm not feeling it

Ummmmm,
I'm getting erections on my taste buds explaining this
the sweets, sours and bitterness
tongue wars, lips locks
and lower waist kisses
I'm dying on the thought I would never taste her lips(both of them)
the art of wars with tongue exchanges
slipping to her cheeks from tasty gloss exchanges
smiling with a Kool Aid glare from fountain taste
But if I can't see her
hear her
touch her
or feel for her
then even a tasteless taste will all go to waste

I appreciate my senses....
do you?

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

THORN PEDDLES

I watched us change with the seasons,
in spring we sprung in love
summer we embraced in long walks,
the ones with sands between our toes
fall came, and we fell in love
but the time of year when I need you
using my arms as wings for you
you're sending signals of quietness
the silence of all silenceses
So I through up my hands wanting to quit
but the only person motivating me
challenges me not to quit

but I sit here walking over thorn peddles
that was once my rose that turned dark and black
rising to smells of deceiving sweet sours
lingering across stained wood floors

everything beautiful is just a lie waiting
to see the devils truth
music is loud sirens in my ears to wake up
My Eve is no longer
I felt us ending the day my side was hurting

my digressions to corners, are sessions holding bottles like I held you
taking on bad habits that I promised never to turn to
heartbreak is a......
sad to see a man diminished like this

I must be quite heated about this isssh
cuz every time I walk pass a sprinkler
it activates water, trying to cool me down and issh

rocking back and forth like the elderly counting their last days
im shaking my head in lost like civil rights movements shaking heads in shame
don't even know my name
what, God, what is my purpose again
took 10 pens to cooperate in this wretched write

my best pen, who was my best man
couldn't bare to waste ink on this plite
constantly melting away
turning to a puddle of soils
from lack of bathing
my perfumes are designed by
Merlot's, cirocs, and Seagram's 7

moon and sun rises in directions my windows don't face
they rather not waist there rays and hi lighted stares
in my depressing face

you know it's bad when poetry don't make sense
when you joined angry groups
cause everything you stand for
seems to be against you

then that day comes
when the life that kept you alive
walks by you
and smile
and say hi
with another rib on her side

glowing like she did with me
like everything is alright
passing me like I was invisible
the thing of the past
holding his left hand
as if announcements were made to woman and man

still sporting my credit line on her shoulder
Berkin Bag
with his stuff and gifts tucked in it
swaying in the shoes
that I bought for you to walk out of my life with
and into his path

is this the trials of a man submitting to love?
To lower his emotional thugships
for a lease on a relationship
didn't quite read the fine print
warranty warned me I wont be able to keep up with this
but I invest for the quest for ownership


Silly me
coming back to InkOnWrite
to end my year with bad hype
but this is my vent
blazing my pen
is the....
smoking these pieces
cuz poetry is my pipe
addictions
injections
a committed infection
a death with no resurrection

as I continue to walk on thorn peddles......

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

STEALING KISS

Stealing Kisses

Excuse me Miss,

I need to tell you this,

A confession to a crime, I’m about to commit

That involves me using just my lips,

To steal a taste from your lips,

Now,

I’m asking for your name, don’t care for it

Nor do I want your number

Not interested on who your with

Trying to satisfy lips that wonder,

I just want to intertwine

Embrace and waist whine,

Having my tongue flicker fight to yours

With our eyes closed

Escaping moans and curled toes

My lips will finally know

Are they really that soft?

Dayum for your kiss,

Forget about how I attempt to do it

I see your reaction, don’t get distracted,

If I lean and kiss you in public.

Trust me, I have nothing more planned in mind

My vision is grab your waist, breath on neck,

Then still a kiss while you’re blind with me from behind.

Not recording the length of time,

Just in a trance to the exchange,

Information from my hands reading your frame

While my kisses forces you to exhale your name

Unwelcoming feelings that are fulfilling

Through our precious kiss

I’m about to commit a crime

Can I steal your lips

Strip away your breath with mines,

With your chest pressed against mine,

And we do this little rocking thing with our hips

Slow draggin to our heart beats

As we race to our breathing

Leads to awkward situations,

Definitely cause overheating

You tasting my cherry flavored chapstick

My tongue outlining your watermelon lip gloss

Suck your lips off,

Your work on my top lip

While I suck your bottom lips off

You are so soft….

Tasting mint flavors, cinnamon breath savers

Trying to keep my mind off

Your lower flavors

So I’ll be polite in asking,

Can I steal your lips

Run away with your kiss

The kind of theft,

That’s unexpected,

Trust me when I say

Afterwards

Your lips will no longer feel neglected

Its more like a greeting

Sensations is what your receiving

A kiss that makes most say I do

No one else but me and you

Just keep your eyes closed

After my lips touches your

Allow your exchanges to run slow

Insides flowing to rushing blood flow

Just respond with your ummms

Thank me with closed eyes and aahhsss

This is consented attempt to steal a kiss

No preparation when I do this

Hot/cools to winter bliss

Rising mist from a stolen kiss!

I took it………….

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

DONT FAIL ME

I take today as my day to inscribe my feelings
into a heart of stone
winter brings the cold, stone hearts make it colder
so I rely on my pen
I ask my pen to guide me
I raise my pen towards my diety

Help me
provide for me
I lay my pen down
and ask it to write for me

send the message of reconnection
put together words that brings reconcilliation
produce the sounds that gives broken heart rehabilitation
convince me I'm not just writing for food
that my words are not my path to survive
I'm alive to every pen drop
my cursive scribes are the beats of my pacing heart
my death is instant when the period concludes my pieces

I need that release
I need to set my mind to her soulful free
I believe
truly believe
that I faith in SHE
and SHE has faith in ME
and ME have faith in WE
and WE keep our faith on HE

I ask my pen
to tell my paper
send this message from my flowing thoughts
and
DONT FAIL ME.....

To feel love again!

BY LeRoy Goetzendanner

WHEN THE PLUG IS PULLED...........

I didnt want hear it
couldn't bare to believe it
I knew when I finally took the time to see it

it read..
the show is over
the show is over
the show is.....

when you told me, I thought I was hearing a vent well over due
I sat there listen as sounds went in one ear and out the other
never expect this from you
said I was not living up to my contract
so our life line is pulled
Dayum!!!!

the show is over
the show is over
the show is

from day one we were the best of
always connected as we watched the falling of the rest of our
now I'm sitting here trying to pretend
that,
THIS IS THE END............

the show

hmmph
still living in disbelief
saw the email that was titled CANCELLATION
scrolling in my incoming texts, TERMINATION
renewal application says, DISQUALIFICATION
deh en of mi one blood,
mi sey no more to yuh mi sistren. NO DEDICATION
I guess the new year brings new SITUATIONS
but......
the show is over

according to you!

Last piece for you!

 

By LeRoy Goetzendanner

Twistology(non credit poet course)

Twistology(non credit poet course)

Fighting through my last praise of liberal amber ways of grays
to the end of days
It was a homicide to most but resurrection to the gifted
the day my words were shot down
became a metamorphic rising of a new prophet
lying in the depths of the ink that was injected in me
that became a part of me
later the death of me
a poet swimming in a pool of blues and blacks,
from a rejected heart, and falling flows
that no longer has one beat
I rise today
rise to an occasion
a new scenario
a papers new penetration
I rise with the help of the word
THE WORD?
it came through darkness with its Alpha lights
inserted in my veins like syringe BIC needles
flushed out my blockages,
bringing good back to this evil
I'm alive again
I'm Alove again
I stand tall to the old blood that kept me steady
I knew one day, that my elder host
would produce a stronger post that was ready
I'm still the old me times the two of me
the twistnwords that died with me
comes in advancements of his work
emotionally, physically, spiritually and ILLITERALLY!
my course is dead ahead
my mission is overstanding the understanding
I'm a prophet and a writer in two, the body of man
I am
I believe
I see
that I'm born again
Twistology!!!!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner