The Evolution Of A Poet/Artist....Les-T

Untitled(stars vs Galaxies)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 8 Jun 2016 06:43:00 -0700

Each morning
I take inventory
Of the pavements I chase
Account for each bruise
Each scar
Each blackened eye
The corners are sharp
And not
for the faint hearted
The nights long
And very lonely
Comforted only
By the piercing
Of the morning sun
And the warmth it brings.

#WCE (STARS VS GALAXIES)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 4 Mar 2016 00:10:00 -0800

Some days I wonder
If you are with him
If he holds your hand
If you lay in his arm
If he makes you happy
Even for a second
If he hears your breathe
And his beating heart
Is in sync with yours
If he stares into your eyes
And sees magic
If your smile
Makes his knees weak
Some days I wonder
If he is now used to your beauty
Or each sunrise is the first time you meet
Some days I wonder
If he loves you
Half as much as I do
And if you love him
That much too.....

The Last time

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 12 Nov 2015 09:29:00 -0800

I said it was the last time
The last time
When your lips
Bruised my ego
And i pretended
It didnt hurt that much
Acted like i could swallow it
Like pride
So we can move past
This point
Untill it happened again

I said it was the last time
The last time
When your tears
Attempted to cleanse
My assumed infedility
And your so-called instincts
Played judge,jury
And exectioner
Because there is no smoke
Without fire
But these were the remains
Of a burning soul

I said it was the last time
The last time
I saw a heart burn
In the hand of another
Fueled by egos
That refused to extinguish
Standing on a soap box
With the words 'Im Right'
Branded on the side

I said it was the last time
The last time
The last time was
Last time
I have had too many 'Last times'
Where i have promised
Its the last time
But i promise
This time
Is
The
Last
Time

Like Leaves

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 4 Jun 2015 05:08:00 -0700

She put her legs
Around my waist
Her hands around my neck
Her mind entangled my heart
Her heart commands my pen

I fell for her like
Leaves fall for autumn
And kneel at her feet
To welcome winter
Her breath,the wind
That blows off the leaves

Love Peace and Happyness Les-T

2quarters of a moon

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 1 May 2015 07:45:00 -0700

It wasnt half
But it wasn't full either
It seemed like it was moving
But not going anywhere
We talked about everything
And about nothing
The fluttering wings of butterflies
Muffled only by our heart beats
Falling never felt so easy
Under two quarters of a moon....

Raindrops

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 20 Mar 2015 06:29:00 -0700

Raindrops on the windscreen
Gentle
As words muffled by kisses
The sound they make,
The theme song to our feelings
And with each sigh
The rain intensified
Fueled by our passion
As we sat
Listening to songs
we have made love to....

Love, Peace and Happyness

Les-T

BulletProof

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 3 Feb 2015 03:33:00 -0800

Nothing was sacred
anymore
Not the hugs
Not the kisses
Nor the words
Said before falling asleep
Emotions were casualities
Of an Ego battle
And we learned the hard way
That love is not bulletproof
And we should tread softly
Hearts, innocent bystanders...
And this bed we made
In blood,thorns and tears
We eventually have to lie in

Love Peace and Happyness Les-T

Defloration

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 28 Oct 2014 04:08:00 -0700

She told me she was a virgin
She had never heard poetry before
So I put on my best suit
And laid rose petals on the floor
Held her by the hand
And told her dont be scared
It might hurt in the beginning
But thats just normal
Don't rush, take your time
Or you'll just ruin it
The trick is to listen with your heart
And let it move you
Hear each syllable
In the rhythm of your heart beat
Like each word was written
Just for you
Exhale only after each sentence
Inhale at the beginning of the next
Breathe life into inspiration
And inspiration into life
Poetry isnt for the celibate
It can take your innocence
As quickly as it can return it

She told me she was a virgin
She had never heard poetry before
And wanted her first time
To be memorable
So I set up a candlelit dinner table
Had the moon and the stars as audience
As words did the moonwalk on the milkyway
I was but the vessel
Through which they spoke
Words too heavy for my lips to carry
Offered up to the wind
Sacrificial poems to the slaughter
To woo this maiden's heart
A courtship to last a life time
A beautiful walk in the park
That sometimes turns to a storm
A performance once witnessed
You can never be the same again
Poetry is beautiful
Brutal
And unforgiving

When Prayer Isn't enough

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 7 Oct 2014 02:37:00 -0700

When faith isn't enough
They turn to
Sleight of hand gimmicks
To grab your attention
Jedi mind tricks
To keep your affection
While you pray
Their hands are deep
In your pockets

Keeping you hostage
With threats of
Eternal burning infernos
And promises of prosperity
That lie at the end of the rainbow
Exploiting your need to believe
Your priceless search for meaning
Reduced to 10% of your paycheck
While these so-called prophets
Are knee-deep in blood,sweat and tears money
Prayers on the back of bank notes
Broken backs
Held up by illusion
Smoke and mirror sermons
By prophets trying to be God
Misleading the ones trying to find God
So hungry for the truth
That they would eat up anything
That almost looks like it...

When Prayer isn't enough
They'll promise you riches
When all you are looking for
Is God

Right through me

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 03:53:00 -0700

After each
Momentary stare
Each second
That seems to last
Longer than it actually is
You
See
Right
Through me...

Today

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 18 Sep 2014 21:12:00 -0700

Today
Is one of those days
When I realise
How much
I truelly love you
And looking into your eyes
Is my favourite
Pastime

FIRE BREATHERS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 16 Sep 2014 20:44:00 -0700

When the fire breathing men
Were done
All that was left
When the smoke cleared
Were the charred remains
Of open mics
And the deafening silence
Of the truth seeking speakers
The smell of burnt spirits
Lingered
In the air.......

Your eyes

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 1 Aug 2014 06:21:00 -0700

I take deep breathes
everytime I look into your eyes
Because there in lies
All my weaknesses
The stories untold
The dreams never revealed....

I need to learn

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 31 Jul 2014 04:54:00 -0700

I guess

I need to learn

That the peace

Doesn't last forever

The moments are few

And far between

And as fleeting

As shooting stars

Sometimes...

Just as elusive

I guess

I need to learn

That happiness

Is not all roses

With its beauty

Its brings thorns

Storms

And grey clouds

Its not

Always sunshine

I guess

I need to learn

That happiness

Lives within all of us

And there

Is hope in tomorrow

When we

Find happiness

Somewhere

In our sorrow!

Rollercoasters

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 25 Jun 2014 06:38:00 -0700

I never liked rollercoasters...
The thought
Of one moment being stationery
The next you speeding off
To a dizzying height
Upside down
Then flung back up right again
Was just too sickening
They always gave me stomach cramps
And made me puke
I never liked rollercoasters....
Emotional ones too

You are Daddy

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 18 Jun 2014 05:59:00 -0700

We were playing hide and seek
Find me - hug me
When she squeezed her cheeks
Next to mine and asked
"Daddy whats this?"
To which I replied
"Its a beard nana,
Daddy has a beard
'cause he is a boy"
She smiled
And looked at me confused
Then she chuckled
As if she had figured it out
As if I was trying
To pull a fast one on her
And said
"No, you are not a boy
You are daddy"
And with those word's
She stole my heart again....

Maybe I will find answers.....maybe

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 12 Jun 2014 10:58:00 -0700

Maybe if I write it down
It will make sense
Maybe i'll know
Maybe I wont
But I can then say
At least i tried
Because heavy breathing
And crying doesn't help anymore
The tears
Only soak the pillows
And my heart remains heavy

Maybe if I write it down
It will make sense
I dont know why we always argue
Or why screaming
Doesnt make me feel better
I dont know
What we argue about
Or what you say
When you shout
My words bounce off walls
And my heart remains heavy

Maybe if I write it down
It will make sense
Why I love so hard
What I did for love
And what it does for me
And continues to do to me
How love keeps me sane
And how it drives me to the edge of madness
How its both "the calm"
And "the storm"
My ink
Sinks only in paper
And my heart remains heavy

The story(3am twitching)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 5 Jun 2014 05:12:00 -0700

Its 3am
And I am chasing demons, again
Chasing dragons in the smoke
Praying morning doesn't come
Give me one more hit
To keep the sun at bay
Give me one more hit
To keep the sun at bay
The darkness hides me
From reality
That keeps reaching for me
From the edge of the shadows
Just beyond the darkness...

Mending roofs

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 9 May 2014 06:23:00 -0700

And when
They were done
Fixing the leaks to her roof
Mending them
With good memories
Hopes and dreams.....
She slept peacefully
That night,
Woke up early
And poked holes
In the roof again
She couldnt stand
The silence
The peace reminded her
Of the quiet before a storm
A heart torn
She preffered the constant rain
A pain she was prepared
To live with
At least she knew it was coming
It was no longer a surprise
The random drips
Were now expected
The loud storms
Were welcomed
With open arms
Peace rejected
Because she didnt know
How long
It will last

They'll start caring

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 23 Apr 2014 11:13:00 -0700

They'll start caring
When you hanging from the ceiling
Giving long eulogies
Pretending like they knew you
Shedding fake tears
That could have been prevented
By a single hug

They'll start caring
When you hanging from the ceiling
Because the cuts
On your wrists
They pretended not to see
Couldnt numb the pain
Anymore

They'll start caring
When you hanging from the ceiling
Because your screaming
And loud silence
Couldnt get their attention
And everything you did
Was brushed off as rebellious

They'll start caring
When you hanging from the ceiling
And even then
They wont know
That these
Are not poems
But prayers

Find myself In You

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 15 Apr 2014 23:38:00 -0700

I want to see myself
In your eyes again
Be the one
That takes your pain away
Hear my name
In each breathe you take
I want to lose myself
In you again

The truth

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 10 Apr 2014 06:50:00 -0700

And
when the lights come on
You're the one
Holding the gun
And shooting....

I see you

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 31 Mar 2014 10:53:00 -0700

I see you...
And with every look
You own me
I see you
And wonder
If you see me
Like
I see you

Where art thou

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 19 Mar 2014 05:21:00 -0700

I wondered
Where my poems went
I thought they had wandered off
While I wasnt looking
Or they just ran away
Because I wasnt paying attention
Gone to that far off place
Where poems go to, to die
I searched deep within me
Hoping that some had pitied me
And stayed behind
Knowing I couldnt live
Without them
I started thinking
That those with a wandering eye
Had left me
For a better looking poet
With flawless skin
A sixpack and a larger vocabulary
Who can project his voice better
And the ladies swooned
Over his manly voice
I searched the depths
Of my soul...
As I was about to give up
And update the status of my defeat
It dawned on me
My precious poems
Never left me
I had merely reduced them
To meaningles tweets
And stupid status updates
To the point
That even I
Dont recognise them...

2014/02/14

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 21 Feb 2014 04:07:00 -0800

I am not angry
I am hurting
I am ripping apart in two
And I can't
Even turn to you

I am not sulking
I am gasping for air
The pain too much
For my chest to bare

Every exhaled breath
A battle

I am
Not crying
I'm bleeding