A Rose Grew From Ice - 3/8/13

When your warm heart ignited mine,
A rose grew from ice.
My passion unearthed.
The beauty birthed.
Light created by the flame,
The flame lit by accident,
The accident planned by divine hands.
How it happened still leaves me quizzical,
But the unexpected yielded the unequivocal.
Passion never dies,
But dormant it can lie.
Covered by bruises,
And the scars gained when one loses,
It will slowly become inactive...we are often clueless.
A dim light still shines,
So we think all is fine, in our minds.
In our hearts though,
We know the truth.
It really doesn't take a sleuth.
We are aware of when our fires are weak,
And it's typically when we assume our outlooks are bleak,
Especially when it's love and affection that we seek.
Mine had decided that since it felt unrequited,
It would pipe down, slowly die down, and be quiet.
I was once gung-ho,
Always down to try it...
But as maybes became 'we haven't spoken lately,'
Doubt took hold, and there was no way to pry it.
Doubt is threaded with spiritual fears
And full of spiritual tears...
A wet rag that will smother one's flame.
It eventually has to be wrung out,
Contributing to one's shame by forcing someone to take part in their own blame.
But before that could happen,
I met someone pivotal.
The unexpected yielded the unequivocal;
How it happened still leaves me quizzical.
The accident planned by divine hands,
The flame lit by accident.
Light created by the flame,
The beauty birthed.
My passion unearthed.
A rose grew from ice,
When your warm heart ignited mine.

-A. Lewis

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