yESTERDAY

Promise me there is a New Day.
A new day...
One that is not too far away
A hope for tomorrow
A hope that I can leave my sorrow in yesterday

I feel the winds of change
they started from a slight breeze
and manifested into a category three
I feel myself being swept away
as I hold onto the familiarity of yesterday

Moving forward
while looking back
reaching out to save one last
time from the memory bank of my mind
before today, I lived yesterday.

StereO THE TypE

My introduction, no NeeD for IntroDuctioN
You already thought you knew me... but I must inform you
Your perception can be misleading,
disrupt your entire being,
all for the sake of hearing and believing...
Verbal segregation
Alleged allogations
Insecure accusations
Think before you speak of
Spreading Words that separate relations
Yours Truly,

My Name In Blood

When I think of You... I Imagine you...

When I think of you
I imagine you.
I'm seeing you and feeling you
through a personal vision of deep burning desire.

What I know, How I know, and Why I know
is the basis for what the fuels my fire.

You're the thought in my day,
When my mind starts to stray,
the eyes start to fade,
daydreaming of the day.

A primary focus compromised
by a silhouette of heavenly decent,
encapsulated in illicit illusion,
I envision in erotic ways...
Hotter than the hottest days,
More alluring than this place,
where I exchange time for wage.

I am teased by thought of you
and aroused by the vision of you.
So much, that next time I see...
I will be engaged in the exploration 
of how you're day went...
This verbal elation will evolve and
signal some sexual sensations...
and the under tones of the conversation
will be forever changed...

But beware...
watch out for what you tease
direct and indirectly
the ignition of My mind
Is savage-ly
long lasting
repetition upon repetition...
An artful admission
to a venue of sensual expositions,
flexible in submission, and verbal in admission...

mmmmmmm... When I think of you...  I imagine you...

By
MarkG

The Window of Opportunity

The Window of Opportunity
by MarkG

There's a place where the story is untold
A place with a story that never unfolds
locked away between "what if" and "never happens"
A figment of the imagination
trapped between reality and fiction

Pass this erogenous zone
lies that moment where everything seems frozen,
but still moves in motion.
Its like procrastination paired with hesitation
I want to but I don't...

It's the vision of what is seen
and the silence of what is felt.
Like a call from the wild
to our inner self...

The stare, the glare,
the distance between
the eyes and the conversation without words...
A brief gateway opens to thy soul
and at a moments notice... it can close.

A window of opportunity opened
but is now closed
like a crease in time
a memory grows old
fading into the distance like a story that was never told.

Yours Truly,

Innocence Is Bliss