iam... thebeatpoet

scared to care

feeling pain as if I never felt pain before.  To Say goodbye watch you walk out that door.  To not know if I will ever see u again. to sad to say to say to a lover to sad to say to a friend. I need to write my wrong now I know just how gone is gone.  Cry into an empty phone. line is cold. IAM all alone. Leave my answer till there is no room.  A love poem recorded as an after the beat tome.  Why did we keep looking for a mistake? Why did we select heart ache instead of heart quake. i say i love u but would you believe its true.  Could u not do what you would always do. It is not possible to think we are thru when all I can think about is my love for u. I wish I had the guts to say what I wanted to say I wish u missus more each day. now I cannot find this feeling any where.  now I know why I was so scared to care.

how can i tell you how much i care

I hate you. I hate everything about you.

I hate your kiss

I hate your face

I hate your mind

I hate your taste

I hate you. I hate everything about you.

I hate your hands

I hate your arms.

I hate your hugs.

I hate your charms

I hate you. I hate everything about you.

Why?

Because i believe if you are my soulmate its those things that I hate that I love most of all.

Therefore, I hate you. I hate everything about you.

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palette

My palette is your palette from which your tongue can brush
muted tones of color full moans painting our fate on
the canvas of yesterday’s tomorrow! 

I am going to take you and make you mind!
I am going to kiss you and taste you sublime! 

Sweat pours from my pores when I pay you mind.
i want to touch you forever! Do you have the time?

realize why realize show real lies

May I realize why real eyes show real lies…

walk about a world so i move around a mountain. perceive about a world so i see afar a mountain. dream about a world so I stand upon a mountain. can anyone hear me screaming. are my yells not really heard. i ache from the outside in. IAM metason disturbed. born from a great depression. blessed with a life full of sighs. raised by dawn’s desperation. sounds like so many of our lives.

Now I realize why real eyes tell real lies…

you had control of all that i would know and chose to do it the wrong way. you had no reason for all that you would say yet you chose to say it anyway. our life was tough. The demons were rough. but you loved me too much and i could never love you enough! bear witness foreshadowed skies. Foresight unseen take off the disquise.

Time to realize that real eyes see real lies.

co-met

How do I know? Well! I know I know all I need to know so I know u need to know.

This I is what I know... 

You throw this glow that makes my stomach toss to and fro so bad that I cannot eat no more. Time just melts away when are breath sways each others way. Guttural laughs traverse our verse every time we converse. Thought is caught on naught except that whatever you're selling I bought. Stomach clenches when u mention your intentions for another man’s attention. 

Alas, a lass whose cosmic task is to have a blast. I make my way home guided by the bright light of the comet's nite inspiring me to shine in our universe's organic dynamite. My heart weighs heavy as my soul takes flight I am ready to follow your lite to a universal height that is out of sight. Bob barker knows when the price is right and if he saw this star he would say the price must be infinite.

That very well might be why when we depart my heart rips a love fart that is so strong it could clear out a Wal-Mart. I huff and I puff but I will never ever bluff that saying goodbye is just so damn tough. Our next time together can never come soon enough. This is why I always wear my love for you on my cuff. See my life's ambition as the pure emission, without any omission, of that love stuff. 

If I must, I will just enjoy the pleasant shade of your love. But before this poem expires, please know that u inspire the fire that burns in my sky above. Your gaze is ultra magnet in ways that makes me spin in perpetual daze sending me out to graze in the mind's pasture for days. Your touch emanates ultra violet rays cause when we embrace not only do goose bumps begin to raise but my blood begins to burn a fiery blaze. 

Just know that the love craze has always had me hunting for ladies who are equal parts cool and equal parts crazy. Up and till now the hunt has been hazy forcing me to think that maybe I am crazy to believe I will ever find a babe I can call Baby.

So baby, signs of good times is perpetual discussion of sex crimes. It is painfully clear we love to tap our partner’s behinds. (Not to be confused with the wonderful talents of Gregory Hines.) 

Baby, I will get you moving like a well oiled machine making you spooge like a custard filled Krispy Kreme. I will even shave my balls for u making me a testicular Mr. Clean. Oops, I think I just had a wet day dream.

Seriously, Baby, it pains me to see relationships so readily agree to a mind game of power instead of planting a love seed in the heart so it can germinate as a flower. Too often we commit ourselves to a mistake and elect to fake and suffer heart ache instead of enjoying the earth shattering ride of a heart quake. So even though by sharing this it sets me up for heart break, it is a risk I am willing to take because my heart felt love for u I can no longer forsake.

gypsy

 

Once upon a time I met this girl who instantaneously shined some light on my mind. I thought it was a fortuitous fixture used to enhance the meta-physic picture. then I recalled a state meant for the factual.  This gypsy spontaneously lives by light that is natural. And for a brief moment the world began to pan yet I was calm with no shake of the hand and I realized it was the light shining from this woman.

good-by-2-u

my cheek stained sleep shows my need to walk the other way
and not look back...

i can never be open to meeting someone else if iam living
in love limbo with you...

i believe we are meant to enjoy together but not if you sleep
in the arms of another...

my pride has me on this one.