A Question, In Earnest - 3/7/13

Just give me a moment of your time...
A distant corner of your mind.
Give me some sort of audience,
That's all I ask.
You see, there are things that need to be said,
Thoughts earnestly wanting to leave my head.
My heart's in my outstretched hands,
And that's how I'm being led.
I typically wear it on my sleeve,
But I figured you'd find that hard to believe...
Even if you did see it with your own eyes.
Your third one has deceived you before,
Looking past signs you couldn't ignore,
Projecting potential greatness on the disrespect that walked through the door,
So you're wary of the other two...
That's why I'm trying to give you another view.
I could make a case for why I should be loving you,
Or mention how I'd love to be touching you,
But I'd rather have my honesty be the one hugging you...
Instead of doses of lies drugging you,
A facade creeping up from behind and mugging you,
Taking away your love and your open mind, spiritually plugging you,
Leaving you connected to a rolling stone, constantly tugging you.
Pardon me if I'm bugging you,
It's unintentional.
But I think you're some type of exceptional,
So naturally I had to make my approach unconventional.
It's also unconditional.
Most like to play a game of back-and-forth,
Giving a little here, only if they receive a little there.
I've put mine all out on the line,
Hoping my farfetched attracts your rare.
I'm aware that I'm leaving myself so bare...
But if making myself defenseless penetrates your defenses,
Then I'll take any pain I have to bear.
And that includes reining in my heart,
If you decide you don't want to share.
...but all of that is neither here, nor there.
It comes down to a simple question:
May I have a chance, one that's fair?

-A. Lewis

4 AM...and the things that happen.

You were naked long before you undressed...
That bare soul was beauty my mind had never known.
I had never gone so far as to reach for the stars,
But I saw them in your eyes and wanted nothing more than to take us there.
Inspiration was motivation to reach the destination.
Your body was perfect to these flawed eyes...
Eyes flawed because they had never been adjusted to you.
The Creator's craftsmanship was never in question;
Your mind is an intricate maze,
Meant to confound any man unworthy of the blessing it protected,
And hone the worthy man, so that when he received it, he wouldn't neglect it.
Your design is sublime...
It is a strong, faithful soul that straightens your spine...
But tonight, it is meant to arch.
Skin will meet skin,
Senses will mingle,
Spirits will intertwine.
We come together to experience the eclipse.
Mind, body, and soul all align
To eclipse space, light, and time...
And in the shadow of it all, the world will fall.
Everything we know will vanish.
We will only be able to feel...so let's take advantage.
Every breath will fuel a locomotion of emotions...
A fiery commotion in an ocean of notions...
Thoughts, ideas, burned away.
Attention freely focused on the moment,
Attention we'd normally yearn to pay.
Love was happening at the behest of lust...
The worst of enemies brought together by the best of trust,
By the success of us.
Our connection was so deep...
It was as if we grew closer even in our sleep.
I exploited that depth, and it spilled over onto the sheets...
Minds wrapped in souls, expanding in bodies, wrapped in heat...
Sweating what couldn't have been salt....
It just felt so sweet.
I've never felt so invigorated by feeling so beat...
The connection had ascended,
The bond was now complete.

-A. Lewis

Musings at 4:28 AM...

Just imagine someone trying to show you a new world...
Exploring different hot spots before entering a new galaxy.
Thrust by passion, reaching deep within to open your third eye to a new peak,
Where love and lust combine to blind all senses beyond the connection the two souls are making.
Legs and lips are quaking as astronomy takes place.
You reach a new world by seemingly flooding this one with the passion you can no longer contain,
I spill my soul into a container...
And it's back to Earth.

-A. Lewis

Peering Over The Edge - 2/24/13

Begin us on a journey of knowledge.

We'll learn the balances between our strengths and weaknesses...

To the right person, imperfections can be flawless.

Ignite the flame.

Fuel the fire.

Incite my imagination,

Penetrate my passion,

Intrigue my soul.

Reach deeply,

As deeply as you've been hurt.

I'll meet you halfway; you'll never do all of the work.

Leave your past behind you.

I promise never to remind you,

Never to use scars as examples to rewind to,

Never to use your insecurities as a way to confine you.

Never to use your fears as a way to malign you.

I'd much rather define you...

See what's special about the way the Creator designed you.

I know I was put here for a purpose; I want to know if you think you're divine too.

We just might build a pyramid from the ground up...

It's key that we're starting from the bottom.

Bricks from our defenses are falling like leaves in autumn,

And they're dropping into all of the right places.

Piece by piece, forming a foundation at the right pace.

Stirring my soul has created a hurricane of honesty,

Washing upon the shores of your reluctance.

Barren fields absorb the pouring truth, bearing fruits of substance.

The parts of you that guys ignore,

The parts of you that you wish they would adore,

The parts of you that you didn't think were attractive anymore...

They all have bloomed anew.

That fire in me that you started? The Sun that helped them as they grew.

We never know the deeper meanings of the things we do...

So reach deeply,

As deeply as you've been hurt.

Intrigue my soul.

Penetrate my passion, 

Incite my imagination.

Fuel the fire.

Ignite the flame.

To the right person, imperfections can be flawless.

We'll learn the balances between our strengths and weaknesses...

Begin us on a journey of knowledge.

-A. Lewis

A Brief Letter to a Bad B*tch - 2/9/13

I know.
I know you have issues,
That you've spent cold nights with wet tissues,
Tissues featuring smudges blacker than the scars on your soul.
It's ironic that while you believe your heart is made of gold,
You portray it as nothing but glitter and complain when it's cheaply sold.
I guess self-fulfilling prophecies never get old.
You would rather be right about the wrong things...
Rather ignore something big to harp on the small things.
But you can't expect to reach big dreams with small wings.
There is so much greatness within you.
More than you know. ...even more than you show.
What you think lies between your thighs,
Is trumped by what lies behind your eyes.
Sexual proficiency...emotional deficiency...mental inefficiency.
You know how to lay down...
Your emotions? You play down...
Whenever you think you should leave? You stay down.
But things shouldn't be the same now.
You're capable of so much more.
I know.
I know because I've seen the sparkle in your eye.
I've seen how intense you are when you really try.
Love has yielded nothing more than hatred,
But you must recall you've dealt with sinners that didn't consider your temple sacred.
They saw what they wanted and decided to take it,
Not considering that love is, and can only be, what you make it.
If love was shown to them in the dictionary, they'd probably still mistake it.
And in search of something real, you found ways to fake it.
Considering all of your defenses, I don't think any of them ever really saw you naked.
And despite being inside of you, none of them ever really penetrated.
Relations were being demonstrated,
and relationships were being implicated,
But reservations were being instigated.
You wanted to commit, but you were too afraid.
They never planned on committing, but acted as stand-up guys to get laid.
In sad irony, you resorted to mind games, hoping not to get played.
I know.
I know that you want something different, something intimate.
However, you'll date the wrong guy to be right upfront,
Rather than take a chance and possibly end up wrong a few months into it.
Courting seems laborious...and even though you'd never want to be notorious,
You wish you didn't have to go through that "get-to-know" phase.
Smokescreens have left you in a haze; sex has left you in a daze.
It's as though you're in a trance, doing it all in the same ways.
Familiarity makes it all easier...safer.
But if you don't change now, the world will change later.
Your purpose is much greater than being a pleasure for men,
While to yourself being a traitor,
Exchanging self-love for lust as a misled trader.
I know.
I know because I've paid attention...
Whenever your true feelings are mentioned,
I'm the one that listens.
I enjoy our friendship.
I see your future glisten.
I see the good in you, the part you seem to keep missing.
My dear friend, you are a queen...assume your position.

-A. Lewis

Whatever Became Of You - 09/20/12

"I wonder whatever became of you...
Once my proudest sight,
You're now someone I'm ashamed to view.
I'm not ashamed of you,
Just of what happened.
We went from congratulations and people clapping
To an ideal state of romantic dates, something out of a dream while napping
To us being lost in love, struggling with mapping,
To arguments that could only be described as energy-sapping.
I wanted to get away, to leave it all and run...
But there's no such thing as a clean break when dirt has been done.
So we fell apart,
Cloud Nine disintegrating into thunderstorms,
Eden invaded by impurities,
Perfection being impugned by the mirror.
Without showers of affection,
My imagination became afflicted with drought...
Your love was difficult to go without.
Nightmares of separation had come to fruition,
While dreams of you faded without an intermission.
Intermittent regrets flashed in my mind as though beamed from a distant lighthouse,
A beacon in the emotional tempest you left in your wake.
Heading toward it was bound to be a mistake,
An error that would haunt me with the ghosts of second guesses.
So instead, I headed for the shore,
The surest sign of sanity,
The home of my humanity as I vanquished you to your oceans of vanity.
I looked only ahead as I loved and lost,
Leaning on my own strength to avoid looking back.
Eye contact would've been the weakness you needed to once again attack.
Presently, the present me is definitely greater than the one you left in shambles.
I often wonder how many others have gambled on loving you,
Knowing you can only love yourself...
I wonder how many others had to feel the whimsical whirlwind become a malicious maelstrom,
How many others had to watch intimacy fall to intense irony,
Had to have their sandcastles washed away from the inside out.
I thought you floated in on destiny, yet you drifted away on doubts.
After bouts with muddy thoughts, my picture and future both became very clear...
I healed; I am now in control of how I feel,
And I now love another with no residual fear.
But there are some times where I recall when you were here,
And how much I wanted you near.
While no part of me, not in spirit, heart, nor mentally, still holds you dear,
Whispers of the past still drift into my ears.
They remind me of current scars and previous tears...
And as I ponder if any effects that I had on you still show after all these years,
A shadow of who you were is cast yonder.
The light of my life quickly tears it asunder,
But, I can't help but wonder:
Whatever became of you?"

-A. Lewis

I Once Fell In Love With The Sun - 7/28/12

I once fell in love with the Sun.
Bright and beautiful, she was.
Never had my heart been so warmed,
Never had my heart been so charmed.
Light emanated from her smile,
Effervesced in her eyes,
And excited my mind.
There were flings and flames before her,
But none could compare.
Even on her worst days,
I was touched by the first waves of her heat.
No cloud could obfuscate the great, innate shine of her soul.
It was as if my skies had been brightened by a molten orb of the finest gold.
I once fell in love with the Sun.
But alas, I was on the ground, and she was magnificently perched in the sky.
My admiration fell on deaf rays; no voice could reach so high.
It would soon become a conundrum,
A quandary of sorts.
I felt loved when she blanketed me with her simmering sparkles, of course,
But my feelings felt unrequited since there was no proximity or discourse.
I couldn't express myself. I could never get close enough.
Prose would prove to be a most productive outlet,
But it typically felt like I never wrote enough.
She gave me a shadow.
It was devoid of features, a clear indication that she simply saw me for me.
I once fell in love with the Sun,
And as each day comes and goes, I wish that together we could be.
Most assume that I would burn like the wings of Icarus,
And fall victim to flames behind the light,
But I know that behind the fire, a gentle soul lies.
She simply wants to be appreciated for who she is, not what she provides,
How perfectly she curves at her sides, or how stunning she is to the eyes.
See, the Sun is a star too divine to simply twinkle.
She glows in golden rays.
I once fell in love with the Sun,
And I want the story told this way:
Despite making my skies brighter and setting my soul on fire,
The greatest thing she did for me,
Was inspiring me to reach new heights and set my goals even higher.
There is no conclusion,
Only a tale for the ages.
Two lovers in the same book,
But only on different pages.
I once fell in love with the Sun,
And continue to do so daily.

-A. Lewis