WAITING ON HER

I wonder if she is waiting on me
like I'm waiting on her
I wonder if she is anxiously
waiting to sleep
so she can dream on us
or maybe she's starring at the moonlight
starring back at her
that moonlight being my eyes or her eyes
wishing on that star falling
Maybe it's my name she is calling
during the heat of passion
she probably see's me in visions
beyond the lust and deception 
I know I don't know you
never seen you
but some how
I know you are out there
You know, I'm out there
So hopefully I will see you and feel you again
I know right at this moment
somewhere
We both falling on our knees
asking for our messenger in prayer
So we continue these travels
confronting the wrong scenarios
chanting out loud to ourselves, "This is the one"
holding our hearts with feelings of "The search is over"
but our loves GPS indicators
don't ring alarms of "YOU'VE REACHED YOUR FINAL DESTINATION" 
and our occupation
living off loveless situations
that reaps no benefits or marital vacations
so I call off the love lost search
posting signs around every location saying
If you are reading this
yes you, 
the one I'm waiting on
and if you are reading this
the one's that are wondering why "he is still single"
for so long
I hope this poem answers your question
I hope, my words, are the answers.......for her
because I'm still here
praying
dreaming
needing
waiting
and preparing to receive you
No more will I sample
through dating examples
or look to every face as my potential
My mind will light up
My body will flare up
I will say yes then look up
and my soul will expose my spiritual
Because I'm waiting on her
The first and my last love
the one for all these years
I felt so much guilt for
because I thought my impatience
caused me to cheat on you
to replace you before your arrival
to think that life would marry me loneliness
so occupying my vacancies was a means of survival
I'm ready
patiently waiting
no need to rush for that one thing
that everything
because
somewhere out there, 
I'll find what I thought I found but with you
So if you ask me why I'm single
it's because
I'M WAITING ON HER, and 
SHE IS WAITING ON ME.....
We are patiently waiting on TRUE LOVE

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

AMNESIA (of a short term mind)

I can't remember my poems
I'm, unable to focus to recite
I get memory lost on just the title alone
I struggle with haiku's,-
less than 17 syallbles
I pace back and forth
reading two lines at a time
until at least two lines in my mind
become two lines I can say in the blind
complicated,
so I decided to write shorter pieces
from memory
In my head, where I freestyle my creativity
but I can't remember
after reading it over and over
about 6 times now
dependency to reading
On my PDA, until vision becomes blurry
and then I worry
that one day,
I'll go blind and I
I will not be able to read my write
so why
can I
memorize my poems I write....

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

The "WRONG" poet, for love poems

I should never wrote a love poems
it's not that I have no experience-
or feelings to give towards writing love poems
I'm just not my love poems
or in love with my love poems
I can't give you the perfect love poem
with a happily ever after ending
I'm living the perfect writing
from imperfect poem I'm living 
I shouldn't wrote any love poems
I'm not really a poet that loves at all
it just sounds good on paper
My scribes, in the 8 lives my mind made up
without poems, I can't say I love you at all
I'm fading to black, or blues-
in the way I'm feeling
I see the applause from ya'll
I'm glad this writing is giving you proper healing

But.....
I shouldn't have picked up my pen
I should not have put imagination in what's written
I should not have reached this stage
and sound out feelings in the words I'm spittin
shouldn't made faces like I cared
or change my voice on certain lines
I should never closed my eyes
cause I was about to cry....
cry a river of written lies

But....
I should not write no more poems
especially those love poems
I'm the wrong poet for love poems
I'm the wrong love poem, by a poet
Why can't I
how can I
When will I
Stop.......writing love poems

~TNW(The "WRONG" poet)

UNION, MISTAKE 2

I stand on trial with my heart
civil law suits from my mind and body
because, "WE" once again failed longevity
"WE", again fell in the quicksands of promises
"WE", wore the clothes of deceit and lies
"WE", committed to act alone for love 
without consulting our mind.
I stand by my hearts decision
so now I stand as my hearts witness
maybe there was a crime committed
maybe, we both acted on intentions
but we ignored the minds suspicions
that "THIS LOVE", was a lie from the beginning
my mind kept warning me of scenario one
how those images never healed
that my disappointments was never done
that every time I lose, 
it was my broken emotional mind that won
Scene two
then came you
parading around
as if love was your coat of armor
holding trust as a tool for battle
promises was the best poem you read to me
I never knew our love story was only six words in length
your hi boo's 
was haiku's that killed in full strength
all of sudden
the words: commitment, trust and love
disappeared in my thesaurus
only becoming a spoken word myth
where diagnoses could no longer detect my beating heart
I was pronounced heart dead,
while my brain kept me alive
with reminders of lost,
clouded shades on the right side of my head
how many times must a human being
be human at his own mistakes
my heart breaks was a common tour like New Edition
I wasn't praying on love, 
I was too busy hoping and wishing
conquered by my statements
the trial was hung jury
because every juror chosen 
were already hung emotions, my hanging emotions
of love once held by me..
Now I'm....
looking for the strength for a "PHASE THREE"
but it will take a lot convincing 
my sentencing to forever repenting
before I can open doors for love once again
that same love that will later take over me......

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

BREAKFAST IN BED

Breakfast for two
made of one
Entree includes
A main course of your love
double side order of kisses
one large order of hugs
Juices from the deepest wells
churned from the widest swells
cannibalistic feasting
buffets can be all days
taste great less filling
Served with service
naturally raised and uncooked until ready
Breakfast in bed
resurface for air
What's for lunch???
Undercover I disappear.........

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

FREEMAN

Loneliness has been one's occupancy
not to let closure set him free
to place love behind a wall of blockades
truly to be part of his fearful place
beat heart beat
beat once more for me
beat heart beat
beat to set me free
I found my release
discovered peace from a piece
the easy way out to my sanctuary
I identified love
through a kiss
the key, that set me free
the day I put loneliness in R.I.P.  

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

READ MY LIPS

I want to read you a poem
in lip sync
and your lips would be touching mines
while you're listening with closed eyes
decipher what I'm saying through moving lip syncs......
on yours something like kissing
but its me talking on your lips 
while I'm reciting
Each line read slow
then slower and much slower
heated with a winter-mint flow
repeating certain lines
until your smile on my lips, show
I want to read you a poem
with our eyes closed
our lips slightly touching
fingers inter-locking
clutching in squeezes
when that message means I want you
comes to surface....with lip movement
and lets be honest
I know you can read
so which lips would like me 
to sync on 
anyone can feel me and hear me breathe                                  
your lips can feel me......from my lips to your lips 
when reading lips on listening lips 
which lips can read my syncs on
can I twist words
mix up different languages
kissing you with period endings
and back spacing with my tongue
to a new beginning
I want to read you a poem
if only you will use your 5 senses
minus 1 while I'm reading you a poem
in lips syncs and touching lips
that says "I love you" I need you" 
"I want you now"in silence
If you can read my lips minus the kiss
I'll lip sync my poem without you opening your eyelids
SO read my lips

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner