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
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
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
Saturday, February 9, 2013
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
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
Thursday, September 20, 2012
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
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
Saturday, July 28, 2012
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
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
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The Sweetest Thing (Guilty Pleasure) - 7/11/12
Fields of sugarcane in my mind...
Syrupy sentiments rain from cognitive clouds of cotton candy.
You are the sweetest thing I've ever known.
My mind was running in circles until it tripped over one of the gumdrops you left...
Now I'm swimming in feelings sweeter than Southern cane tea.
The Gingerbread man must be sprinkling sugar in my dreams,
Replacing the Sandman's plans to soothe me with sands.
Instead, I smile subconsciously at hugs under Kool-Aid waterfalls,
Kisses crafted by Hershey's,
And breezes laden with the aroma of cinnamon rolls.
'Tis a love as fresh as warm, soft chocolate chip cookies,
Accompanied by ice cream dreams and thoughts of delectable things.
Each conversation is like a Pixy Stick, filled with intense flavor,
The kind that lingers like semantic Now and Laters.
My favorite three-layer cake features sexy curves,
A beautiful mind,
And a warm center, a sweet heart of caramel.
You're a slice special enough for my birthday.
So even on your worst day,
I'll still want you like I never should've had you in the first place.
My dear guilty pleasure...
I'm guilty of enjoying your love with every measure.
-A. Lewis
Syrupy sentiments rain from cognitive clouds of cotton candy.
You are the sweetest thing I've ever known.
My mind was running in circles until it tripped over one of the gumdrops you left...
Now I'm swimming in feelings sweeter than Southern cane tea.
The Gingerbread man must be sprinkling sugar in my dreams,
Replacing the Sandman's plans to soothe me with sands.
Instead, I smile subconsciously at hugs under Kool-Aid waterfalls,
Kisses crafted by Hershey's,
And breezes laden with the aroma of cinnamon rolls.
'Tis a love as fresh as warm, soft chocolate chip cookies,
Accompanied by ice cream dreams and thoughts of delectable things.
Each conversation is like a Pixy Stick, filled with intense flavor,
The kind that lingers like semantic Now and Laters.
My favorite three-layer cake features sexy curves,
A beautiful mind,
And a warm center, a sweet heart of caramel.
You're a slice special enough for my birthday.
So even on your worst day,
I'll still want you like I never should've had you in the first place.
My dear guilty pleasure...
I'm guilty of enjoying your love with every measure.
-A. Lewis
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Constellations - 7/10/12
Our souls are galaxies;
Our minds are universes;
Our hearts are suns;
Our traits are stars.
Passion is our suns in proximity, creating conflagrations.
Love is connecting our dots, seeing the constellations.
I can be your Orion, your warrior.
You can be my Andromeda, my strong-minded wife.
And when our love burns brightly,
It shall be the North Star for those in love who are lost,
A point of reference, a point of reverence.
What we represent will be greater than who we are,
Much like how astronomy is greater than simply naming the stars.
It is understanding what they mean, what each constellation projects.
Constellations show relations between the divine placements of celestial objects.
That proves that our souls are galaxies;
Our minds are universes;
Our hearts are suns;
Our traits are stars.
Growth is allowing stars to die and shift, forming new combinations.
Love is connecting our dots, seeing the constellations.
-A. Lewis
Our minds are universes;
Our hearts are suns;
Our traits are stars.
Passion is our suns in proximity, creating conflagrations.
Love is connecting our dots, seeing the constellations.
I can be your Orion, your warrior.
You can be my Andromeda, my strong-minded wife.
And when our love burns brightly,
It shall be the North Star for those in love who are lost,
A point of reference, a point of reverence.
What we represent will be greater than who we are,
Much like how astronomy is greater than simply naming the stars.
It is understanding what they mean, what each constellation projects.
Constellations show relations between the divine placements of celestial objects.
That proves that our souls are galaxies;
Our minds are universes;
Our hearts are suns;
Our traits are stars.
Growth is allowing stars to die and shift, forming new combinations.
Love is connecting our dots, seeing the constellations.
-A. Lewis
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