"On The Line"
Driving down the highway
the top down
towards an unknown
away from the pain
and misery
1994 blares on the radio
as my mind wanders
to the that night
when I lost you
and the world
stopped making any sense
It was Sunday night
I had come in from a heavy downpour
clothes soaked to the bone
it dark inside
no light in the house
You were bent over
hands gripping the kitchen island
shirt ripped out, breasts exposed
skirt raised, legs apart
In the heat of the moment
a desperate moan escaped
your aching mouth
as your eyes
seemed to say
"I'm sorry"
I ran out
the sting of salty tears
streaming down my face
went upstairs
Found the knife
you hid in the nightstand drawer
dropped to my knees
clutching it
hands shaking, throat dry
The blade
slivery gleam
perfectly beautiful
it rushes to meet
my delicate insides
As I collapse
I hear you scream
as you stand over me
everything comes full circle
As life fades away
I smile
my hand touches yours
for the last time
With our mutual salvation
on the line.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Poem: "Blood In My Veins"
"Blood In My Veins"
If I sleep to dream
let me see your lovely face
hear your voice again
to feel you beside me
once more
In the morning after
after passion and need
have satisfied our lustful desires
the sun rises to greet us
with its illuminating light
You get up and walk towards the window
looking out towards the shore
as the tides come crashing violently
against the rocks
It has begun anew
I walk up behind you
and slide my hands
around your waist
As the moment lingers
my heart beats faster
you lean your back
against my chest
and sigh contentedly
Loving you is the one thing
that I was meant to do
lest we share the same air
to breathe
You have become
the very blood
in my veins.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
If I sleep to dream
let me see your lovely face
hear your voice again
to feel you beside me
once more
In the morning after
after passion and need
have satisfied our lustful desires
the sun rises to greet us
with its illuminating light
You get up and walk towards the window
looking out towards the shore
as the tides come crashing violently
against the rocks
It has begun anew
I walk up behind you
and slide my hands
around your waist
As the moment lingers
my heart beats faster
you lean your back
against my chest
and sigh contentedly
Loving you is the one thing
that I was meant to do
lest we share the same air
to breathe
You have become
the very blood
in my veins.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Flood"
"Flood"
I stand here
in front of this broken glass
because of you dear
The scars
such beautiful
little things
Tears come down
like raindrops
amid the fading dawn
My breath is cold
as you stare
gasping at my holes
exposed
You turn away
as the light fades
from your eyes
those desperate pools
of stormy blue-gray
Crawling on my hands and knees
on the blood soaked floor
you took away my innocence
and replaced it with dark
restless seething
Oh I want to hate you
my bastard love
I was taken before my time
you ripped me apart
with your promises and deceit
As you pulled me closer into you
a part of me died
my screams of help
fell on deaf ears
Oh my sweet predator
you shall always have the best part
of me
locked away with you
As you walk away
for the last time
love, always remember
That in the empty spaces
that grow within you
that I hope you get what's coming
to you
How I love you still
as this feeling lingers a moment longer
save me somehow
from giving in
and doing the right thing
for the wrong reason.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
I stand here
in front of this broken glass
because of you dear
The scars
such beautiful
little things
Tears come down
like raindrops
amid the fading dawn
My breath is cold
as you stare
gasping at my holes
exposed
You turn away
as the light fades
from your eyes
those desperate pools
of stormy blue-gray
Crawling on my hands and knees
on the blood soaked floor
you took away my innocence
and replaced it with dark
restless seething
Oh I want to hate you
my bastard love
I was taken before my time
you ripped me apart
with your promises and deceit
As you pulled me closer into you
a part of me died
my screams of help
fell on deaf ears
Oh my sweet predator
you shall always have the best part
of me
locked away with you
As you walk away
for the last time
love, always remember
That in the empty spaces
that grow within you
that I hope you get what's coming
to you
How I love you still
as this feeling lingers a moment longer
save me somehow
from giving in
and doing the right thing
for the wrong reason.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Poem: "Notes From The 13th Ceiling Aftermath"
"Notes From The 13th Ceiling Aftermath"
The heat index today was 105
inside this cramped room
the bed unkempt, pillows askew
your scent lingers on the sheets
You left a note for me
taped to the fridge
scrawled in your handwriting
the words seem to jump off
the page
Last night was a wash
I left the bar as you came in
you had that little black number on
the one you swore you'd never
wear for me
Walking home alone
the cold November air
against my face
as a smile invades
the corners of my mouth
Words fly off the typewriter
at breakneck speed
you are at the bar now
nursing a Rum and Coke
Soon you'll be in the arms
of another handsome stranger
doing the things we used we
used to
long ago
You know I still do
turning your back
the shadows threaten
to swallow us whole
Close your eyes
the tides are coming
for you, my darling
beware the beacon
as the sirens blare
The waiting shore
opens her warm arms
as we watch
Whispering all the while
"let her bleed"
kicking up sand
It's over now
as tears stream
down my burning cheeks
you get up and leave
Inside, something breaks
my mind's spinning
I want you
but we can't ever go back
I love you
goodbye
Let me slowly fade to black
and allow the darkness
to slip through it.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The heat index today was 105
inside this cramped room
the bed unkempt, pillows askew
your scent lingers on the sheets
You left a note for me
taped to the fridge
scrawled in your handwriting
the words seem to jump off
the page
Last night was a wash
I left the bar as you came in
you had that little black number on
the one you swore you'd never
wear for me
Walking home alone
the cold November air
against my face
as a smile invades
the corners of my mouth
Words fly off the typewriter
at breakneck speed
you are at the bar now
nursing a Rum and Coke
Soon you'll be in the arms
of another handsome stranger
doing the things we used we
used to
long ago
You know I still do
turning your back
the shadows threaten
to swallow us whole
Close your eyes
the tides are coming
for you, my darling
beware the beacon
as the sirens blare
The waiting shore
opens her warm arms
as we watch
Whispering all the while
"let her bleed"
kicking up sand
It's over now
as tears stream
down my burning cheeks
you get up and leave
Inside, something breaks
my mind's spinning
I want you
but we can't ever go back
I love you
goodbye
Let me slowly fade to black
and allow the darkness
to slip through it.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Monday, June 22, 2009
Poem: "The Wish"
"The Wish"
The night waits
in silent splendor
as countless faces
in the sea of humanity
oblivious to their own whims
She lies in shadow
clutching the pillow
imagining him
beside her
The feel of his skin
against her luminous beauty
the aching warmth
of their mutual entanglement
her lips, his arms, her thighs
The tension between them palpable
pulling her into him, they kiss deeply
the room spins
in what seems like am an eternity
as the moment lingers
He looks into her eyes
into those beautiful eyes
and knows that this
was never meant to be
The light from the candle
flickers as the unspoken wish
fades desperately
against the glow of dying stars.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The night waits
in silent splendor
as countless faces
in the sea of humanity
oblivious to their own whims
She lies in shadow
clutching the pillow
imagining him
beside her
The feel of his skin
against her luminous beauty
the aching warmth
of their mutual entanglement
her lips, his arms, her thighs
The tension between them palpable
pulling her into him, they kiss deeply
the room spins
in what seems like am an eternity
as the moment lingers
He looks into her eyes
into those beautiful eyes
and knows that this
was never meant to be
The light from the candle
flickers as the unspoken wish
fades desperately
against the glow of dying stars.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Poem: "The Gift"
"The Gift"
Lying in bed
in the sweltering heat
of a mid summer's night
can't sleep
Thoughts of you
invade my mind
as the horses
stop spinning
Your lips brush against mine
your touch, electricity between us
hands grip the bed tightly
as passion and sensual commerce
threaten to overtake us
In the aftermath
where mutual longing and desire
collide
what we share burns brighter
than a thousand stars
that like heaven's perfect face.
You cling to me
we are alone together
you gaze with those eyes
those beautiful eyes
And your smile
captures my heart
more than
a million "I love you's"
ever could
My beloved friend
and darling lover
keep me from losing myself
so that we can share a moment
that lingers
long after the afterglow.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Poem: "Beauty's Whisper"
"Beauty's Whisper"
Waking up next to you
the morning sun hits my face
with its welcoming warmth
the clock reads 9 a.m.
The night has faded
in its exquisite glory
with its secret promises
and perfect indiscretion
You gaze at me so sweet
it makes my heart soar
feels like heaven beside you
my dear beloved
Kiss me once
with that aching mouth
those perfect lips
make this moment
linger just awhile longer
When our bodies meet
at the sensual intersection
of affection and longing
I'm on fire
as you lean closer
into me
deeper we go down
In the morning you lay in bed
your head on my bare chest
I feel the joy in you breath
I feel you up against me
whispering gently in my ear
"I love you"
Then something within me
dies and is reborn in an instant
the world is wide and wonderful
once more
On the windowsill, a dove waits
shimmering in the afterglow
of beauty's return.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Waking up next to you
the morning sun hits my face
with its welcoming warmth
the clock reads 9 a.m.
The night has faded
in its exquisite glory
with its secret promises
and perfect indiscretion
You gaze at me so sweet
it makes my heart soar
feels like heaven beside you
my dear beloved
Kiss me once
with that aching mouth
those perfect lips
make this moment
linger just awhile longer
When our bodies meet
at the sensual intersection
of affection and longing
I'm on fire
as you lean closer
into me
deeper we go down
In the morning you lay in bed
your head on my bare chest
I feel the joy in you breath
I feel you up against me
whispering gently in my ear
"I love you"
Then something within me
dies and is reborn in an instant
the world is wide and wonderful
once more
On the windowsill, a dove waits
shimmering in the afterglow
of beauty's return.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Falling Into You"
"Falling Into You"
The night calls out
to the sweltering
glittering neon signs
The skyline is beautiful
with the stars streaking
across the face of heaven
The room is bare
walls are unadorned
signs of the past
everywhere
As the old typewriter
it sits idly
waiting for the words
to come
But we both know
it won't work out exactly
the way we may want it to
despite the desperation
lingering against
your window
Look to the sky
touch my face
hold my hand
and let the wonder
of us take you away
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The night calls out
to the sweltering
glittering neon signs
The skyline is beautiful
with the stars streaking
across the face of heaven
The room is bare
walls are unadorned
signs of the past
everywhere
As the old typewriter
it sits idly
waiting for the words
to come
But we both know
it won't work out exactly
the way we may want it to
despite the desperation
lingering against
your window
Look to the sky
touch my face
hold my hand
and let the wonder
of us take you away
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Poem: "The Fragile"
"The Fragile"
Watching the skeletons
as they crawl out
of the closet
as broken bones
seethe in quiet disgust
Silence pervades
the subtle spaces
between you and I
begin to fade
as the distance grows
I will wait for you
my dearest one
amid the larks
that fly overhead
Walking alone
to the pond
I cast a pebble
and watch it skip along
the clear water
As I close my eyes
I wish for you
and, in that fleeting moment,
our embrace lingers
as you kiss
my aching mouth.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Watching the skeletons
as they crawl out
of the closet
as broken bones
seethe in quiet disgust
Silence pervades
the subtle spaces
between you and I
begin to fade
as the distance grows
I will wait for you
my dearest one
amid the larks
that fly overhead
Walking alone
to the pond
I cast a pebble
and watch it skip along
the clear water
As I close my eyes
I wish for you
and, in that fleeting moment,
our embrace lingers
as you kiss
my aching mouth.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Friday, June 12, 2009
Poem: "Shattered Glass"
"Shattered Glass"
Sitting alone at my desk
staring numbly at the blinking screen
your face etched in my memory
your fragrance, your breath
lingers awhile
longer than it should
Insomnia has taken hold
though sleep eludes me
like a phantom
in the early hours
The bed is cold now
you've gone away
twilight has descended
upon my heart
like vultures to a carcass
I have spent hours
days, weeks, months
wishing you'd come back
hoping that you would
somehow see how
this whole beautiful mess
came to be
You've went away
met another
I hear you're married now
he must be a wonderful man
I've been through this a million times
and would probably go through it
a million more
just to have the answers
that would somehow
make me whole again
Crawling on my knees
toward the door
hands reach up
struggling to escape
There is no hope
inside, my heart
seethes
shards of
shattered glass.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Sitting alone at my desk
staring numbly at the blinking screen
your face etched in my memory
your fragrance, your breath
lingers awhile
longer than it should
Insomnia has taken hold
though sleep eludes me
like a phantom
in the early hours
The bed is cold now
you've gone away
twilight has descended
upon my heart
like vultures to a carcass
I have spent hours
days, weeks, months
wishing you'd come back
hoping that you would
somehow see how
this whole beautiful mess
came to be
You've went away
met another
I hear you're married now
he must be a wonderful man
I've been through this a million times
and would probably go through it
a million more
just to have the answers
that would somehow
make me whole again
Crawling on my knees
toward the door
hands reach up
struggling to escape
There is no hope
inside, my heart
seethes
shards of
shattered glass.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Poem: "Remains" *
"Remains" *
Standing in the spot
it is dark now
nightfall has descended
upon the subtle remains
of my broken heart
There was a man
who frequented
the local nightclub
who knew the
daughter of a woman
who was owed money
He walks inside
sits at the bar
eyes me suspiciously
for a moment
I sit idly
as the minutes pass
as the words come
from a familiar place
The bed is cold
and I'm tired
this place has
no warmth left
Head in my hands
pictures of you
all scattered
on the bed
Blood on my shirt
staggering to the sink
turn the faucet on
the water running
I collapse to the floor
welcoming unnatural sleep
as the void seeks fervent embrace
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* poem inspired by "Still Remains" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo).
Standing in the spot
it is dark now
nightfall has descended
upon the subtle remains
of my broken heart
There was a man
who frequented
the local nightclub
who knew the
daughter of a woman
who was owed money
He walks inside
sits at the bar
eyes me suspiciously
for a moment
I sit idly
as the minutes pass
as the words come
from a familiar place
The bed is cold
and I'm tired
this place has
no warmth left
Head in my hands
pictures of you
all scattered
on the bed
Blood on my shirt
staggering to the sink
turn the faucet on
the water running
I collapse to the floor
welcoming unnatural sleep
as the void seeks fervent embrace
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* poem inspired by "Still Remains" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo).
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Poem: "My Sunday Girl" *
"My Sunday Girl" *
The neon glows like a beacon
inviting the lovers of the night
to come out of the woodwork
the moon is out
in its quiet brilliance
She is among them tonight
searching for the something
or someone that will stop
her vulnerable heart
Desire hides within
the shadows
as the wind howls
we run hand in hand
to the old church
It is beautiful inside, he whispers
as Sunday's girl leans into him
and their bodies intertwine
the wetness from her thighs
blesses the union
A holy no
as the two souls
are joined
in consecrated bliss.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - this poem was inspired by "Down" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
The neon glows like a beacon
inviting the lovers of the night
to come out of the woodwork
the moon is out
in its quiet brilliance
She is among them tonight
searching for the something
or someone that will stop
her vulnerable heart
Desire hides within
the shadows
as the wind howls
we run hand in hand
to the old church
It is beautiful inside, he whispers
as Sunday's girl leans into him
and their bodies intertwine
the wetness from her thighs
blesses the union
A holy no
as the two souls
are joined
in consecrated bliss.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - this poem was inspired by "Down" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
Poem: "Interstate" *
"Interstate" *
Driving on the highway
away from here
away from the ghosts
that have haunted
my days
The open road ahead
so many miles to go
the sun shines down
upon your beautiful face
The former glory we shared
is now hanging by a thread
the wind in our hair
not a single cloud in the sky
You move closer
leaning in for a kiss
our lips meet
and, in that moment,
the flame burns once more
The lies spoken between us
the fragrant desperation
that your demands had
on my mind and my heart
was undeniably palpable
You squeeze my hand
I put my foot on the gas pedal
and, as the speedometer, rises
I close my eyes
And imagine you above me
with nothing but a smile
your sticky warmth over me
As it curdles my blood
along this stretch
of lonely interstate.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - poem was inspired by "Interstate Love Song" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
Driving on the highway
away from here
away from the ghosts
that have haunted
my days
The open road ahead
so many miles to go
the sun shines down
upon your beautiful face
The former glory we shared
is now hanging by a thread
the wind in our hair
not a single cloud in the sky
You move closer
leaning in for a kiss
our lips meet
and, in that moment,
the flame burns once more
The lies spoken between us
the fragrant desperation
that your demands had
on my mind and my heart
was undeniably palpable
You squeeze my hand
I put my foot on the gas pedal
and, as the speedometer, rises
I close my eyes
And imagine you above me
with nothing but a smile
your sticky warmth over me
As it curdles my blood
along this stretch
of lonely interstate.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
* - poem was inspired by "Interstate Love Song" (Scott Weiland/Robert De Leo)
Poem: "Mess"
"Mess"
The streets are lined
with freaks, addicts, and fuckers
the night has come once again
illuminating storm and stillness
with its perfect light
He lays on the bed
contemplating
the what if's
the could have been's
Still in the tiny cramped space
surrounded by scraps of paper
half-eaten cartons of bad Chinese takeout
and empty bottles of Smirnoff and Jack Daniel's
She left in a haze
taking in her suitcase
all their hopes, dreams, desires
and dirty laundry
He finds a picture of her
in happier times
and softly traces her face
with his fingers
The skeletons of his closet
have come back
from the long buried past
for their much deserved
revenge
Smiling to himself
he drops to his knees
mutters a silent plea
calmly awaiting
the deluge to
commence.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The streets are lined
with freaks, addicts, and fuckers
the night has come once again
illuminating storm and stillness
with its perfect light
He lays on the bed
contemplating
the what if's
the could have been's
Still in the tiny cramped space
surrounded by scraps of paper
half-eaten cartons of bad Chinese takeout
and empty bottles of Smirnoff and Jack Daniel's
She left in a haze
taking in her suitcase
all their hopes, dreams, desires
and dirty laundry
He finds a picture of her
in happier times
and softly traces her face
with his fingers
The skeletons of his closet
have come back
from the long buried past
for their much deserved
revenge
Smiling to himself
he drops to his knees
mutters a silent plea
calmly awaiting
the deluge to
commence.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Addict"
"The Addict"
The man stares back
at the mirror
and can't stand the sight
of himself
of what he has lost
and what he has become
He stares at the walls
they are bare
and unbelievably brutal
in their silence
The words fly onto the page
as he sits at the old desk
the electric typewriter a-buzzing
his mind feverishly at the controls
A bottle of vodka sits idly by
he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette
and lights it, taking a long drag
he leans back in the chair
and smiles to himself
She left long ago
the warm and beauty
that filled his life
is now no more
He gets up
grabs the vodka bottle
and steps outside for a moment
into the waiting rain
Taking a drink
he longs for sweet surrender
that never comes
He falls to his knees
praying for respite
As his demons coldly laugh
churning, twisting, writhing
the pain contorts his face
into a state of wickedly contented
bliss
Lest the world fades away
the final breath exhales.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The man stares back
at the mirror
and can't stand the sight
of himself
of what he has lost
and what he has become
He stares at the walls
they are bare
and unbelievably brutal
in their silence
The words fly onto the page
as he sits at the old desk
the electric typewriter a-buzzing
his mind feverishly at the controls
A bottle of vodka sits idly by
he fishes in his pocket for a cigarette
and lights it, taking a long drag
he leans back in the chair
and smiles to himself
She left long ago
the warm and beauty
that filled his life
is now no more
He gets up
grabs the vodka bottle
and steps outside for a moment
into the waiting rain
Taking a drink
he longs for sweet surrender
that never comes
He falls to his knees
praying for respite
As his demons coldly laugh
churning, twisting, writhing
the pain contorts his face
into a state of wickedly contented
bliss
Lest the world fades away
the final breath exhales.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "The Veil"
"The Veil"
She stands at the altar
her fiance apparently decided
to run off with that hot brunette
40-ish cougar
in the leopard print
and high heels
The bride
smiles to herself
amid a rush of tears
"It was so easy back then,"
she says with a sigh
He promised to take her
away from all the sadness
from all the pain that tortured
her aching heart
That first night
she found out
that he loved her
She decided to repay him
in kind
with lingerie and red wine
it was a sordid, lovely night
Time passed and the two
became joined at the hip
he took a steady 9-5
while she stayed home with the kids
The night of their undoing
he was caught in the backseat
getting to know the neighbor's wife
with his pants down around his ankles
The bastard smiled afterward
and, upon his return, the bride
punched him square in the face
and stormed out of the house
The lonely veil left on the killing floor.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
She stands at the altar
her fiance apparently decided
to run off with that hot brunette
40-ish cougar
in the leopard print
and high heels
The bride
smiles to herself
amid a rush of tears
"It was so easy back then,"
she says with a sigh
He promised to take her
away from all the sadness
from all the pain that tortured
her aching heart
That first night
she found out
that he loved her
She decided to repay him
in kind
with lingerie and red wine
it was a sordid, lovely night
Time passed and the two
became joined at the hip
he took a steady 9-5
while she stayed home with the kids
The night of their undoing
he was caught in the backseat
getting to know the neighbor's wife
with his pants down around his ankles
The bastard smiled afterward
and, upon his return, the bride
punched him square in the face
and stormed out of the house
The lonely veil left on the killing floor.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Chaos and Midday"
"Chaos and Midday"
When the line
crosses into the night's fateful
sublime knowing
and the seams
are about to burst
And the broken mess
lies in the floor
what is left
is not much else
Other than this empty room
and the same old typewriter
in the same chair
the walls are bare now
My hands ache
with resignation
of the coming
of the eventual
undoing
The sun is shining
inside, my bones are cold
the blood that runs
through my body
is rendered useless
Strangers walk past
on the street
with their filthy handshakes
and fake gestures
You are gone now
nothing is the same
I'm missing you
as the world grows smaller
I die a little more inside
who's gonna reach out
to rescue me
from the fall?
Head in my hands
Tthe clock blares
it is now 1:30 p.m.
as a breath manages
a heroic escape
The debacle is now
in full swing.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
When the line
crosses into the night's fateful
sublime knowing
and the seams
are about to burst
And the broken mess
lies in the floor
what is left
is not much else
Other than this empty room
and the same old typewriter
in the same chair
the walls are bare now
My hands ache
with resignation
of the coming
of the eventual
undoing
The sun is shining
inside, my bones are cold
the blood that runs
through my body
is rendered useless
Strangers walk past
on the street
with their filthy handshakes
and fake gestures
You are gone now
nothing is the same
I'm missing you
as the world grows smaller
I die a little more inside
who's gonna reach out
to rescue me
from the fall?
Head in my hands
Tthe clock blares
it is now 1:30 p.m.
as a breath manages
a heroic escape
The debacle is now
in full swing.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Monday, June 8, 2009
Poem: "Taken"
"Taken"
This feels like a dream
the sun rises
its glorious light
signals the beginning
you're standing by the window
silently watching the restless waves
as they crash against the waiting shore
I get up and go to the window
you smile as I take your hand
and you put your arm around me
moments pass
as your heart
throbs
nearly skipping
a beat
you gaze at me
longingly
as we kiss
your lips taste
sweet
lest our fervent embrace
leads us down
unknown paths
let my devotion
be our guide
to light the way
hold me close
tell me that you desire
what it is
I so desperately offer.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
This feels like a dream
the sun rises
its glorious light
signals the beginning
you're standing by the window
silently watching the restless waves
as they crash against the waiting shore
I get up and go to the window
you smile as I take your hand
and you put your arm around me
moments pass
as your heart
throbs
nearly skipping
a beat
you gaze at me
longingly
as we kiss
your lips taste
sweet
lest our fervent embrace
leads us down
unknown paths
let my devotion
be our guide
to light the way
hold me close
tell me that you desire
what it is
I so desperately offer.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Poem: "Deep"
"Deep"
The moonlight illuminates
your face, your lovely face
as you sleep, shadows flicker
and dance amid your subtle shape
You called last night
at the bar
had a few drinks
and danced
with a handsome stranger
"I hate it when
those random cocks
think it's okay to just
come up behind me
and grab my ass."
It was 2:30
in the morning
when you knocked
on my door
Your eyes were bloodshot
your mascara all over
saying nothing
you ran over
and caught me up
in your embrace
We talked for hours
over coffee
and bad Chinese takeout
Feeling needy
you motioned to the bed
and, as you laid there
you shuddered
spreading your legs
ever so slightly
Your mouth parted
as we kissed
the heat between us
undeniable
As our bodies
intertwined
faster, harder, more
and so went the flow
Until you collapsed
into my waiting arms
bathed in sweat
sticky and satisfied
you winked as
you licked your lips
Wanting another go
knowing all along
you were in deep
from the start.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The moonlight illuminates
your face, your lovely face
as you sleep, shadows flicker
and dance amid your subtle shape
You called last night
at the bar
had a few drinks
and danced
with a handsome stranger
"I hate it when
those random cocks
think it's okay to just
come up behind me
and grab my ass."
It was 2:30
in the morning
when you knocked
on my door
Your eyes were bloodshot
your mascara all over
saying nothing
you ran over
and caught me up
in your embrace
We talked for hours
over coffee
and bad Chinese takeout
Feeling needy
you motioned to the bed
and, as you laid there
you shuddered
spreading your legs
ever so slightly
Your mouth parted
as we kissed
the heat between us
undeniable
As our bodies
intertwined
faster, harder, more
and so went the flow
Until you collapsed
into my waiting arms
bathed in sweat
sticky and satisfied
you winked as
you licked your lips
Wanting another go
knowing all along
you were in deep
from the start.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Poem: "Amid The Ruins"
"Amid The Ruins"
The moonlight shimmers
across the restless tides
another day is gone away
as watchful eyes ponder
unforeseen motives
the same routine
at the old typewriter
writing the same lines
watching the wheels spin
she lies on the bed
with her diary open
pouring her heart out
her thoughts
are a million miles away
a note left on the door:
"dearest,
it has been ages since we
last saw one another
I did not want
our last moments together
to be full of anger and pain
I just wanted to let you know
that that you will always be
the most special part of me
even though we're apart
please know that the sun
will rise again
and I won't ever let you go"
she gets up and goes to the kitchen
and picks up the phone
dialing the number slowly
she exhales
desperately wishing
her beloved's embrace
to carry her home
amid the ruins.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The moonlight shimmers
across the restless tides
another day is gone away
as watchful eyes ponder
unforeseen motives
the same routine
at the old typewriter
writing the same lines
watching the wheels spin
she lies on the bed
with her diary open
pouring her heart out
her thoughts
are a million miles away
a note left on the door:
"dearest,
it has been ages since we
last saw one another
I did not want
our last moments together
to be full of anger and pain
I just wanted to let you know
that that you will always be
the most special part of me
even though we're apart
please know that the sun
will rise again
and I won't ever let you go"
she gets up and goes to the kitchen
and picks up the phone
dialing the number slowly
she exhales
desperately wishing
her beloved's embrace
to carry her home
amid the ruins.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Sober"
"Sober"
The bright sun has burned away
the last vestiges of self-control
as the bottle sits silently on the desk
in front of me
the bed where I lay is empty
and cold
your subtle warmth
gone away
the phone rings
I let the answering machine
pick up
just so I can your voice again
the walls
are bare now
it's too late
to save me
from the fall
sometimes
I close my eyes
and hear you
whisper softly
your fragrant beauty
lingers awhile
clinging to me
haunting my soul
stirring my bones
amid perfect strokes
of shadow and release
the aching intersection
of unbridled sensuality.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The bright sun has burned away
the last vestiges of self-control
as the bottle sits silently on the desk
in front of me
the bed where I lay is empty
and cold
your subtle warmth
gone away
the phone rings
I let the answering machine
pick up
just so I can your voice again
the walls
are bare now
it's too late
to save me
from the fall
sometimes
I close my eyes
and hear you
whisper softly
your fragrant beauty
lingers awhile
clinging to me
haunting my soul
stirring my bones
amid perfect strokes
of shadow and release
the aching intersection
of unbridled sensuality.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Imprint"
"Imprint"
The alarm clock
blares loudly
it is 3 a.m.
as the light
goes out
In the dark
of the early morning
hours
while the world sleeps
desperation seethes
I sit here at my desk
in the same old chair
writing the words
The alarm clock
blares loudly
it is 3 a.m.
as the light
goes out
In the dark
of the early morning
hours
while the world sleeps
desperation seethes
I sit here at my desk
in the same old chair
writing the words
that I hope will reach you
the night light
starts to flicker
as thoughts
of you rush
into my mind
I am a cup
waiting desperately
to be filled.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Friday, June 5, 2009
Poem: "Possession"
"Possession"
The light fades slowly
patches of sun still peek through
the open window
she looks out
up at the sky
as the clouds approach
and gentle night settles in
she longs for him
his face forever imprinted
in her mind
she reaches for his picture
on the nightstand
clutching it
close to her heart
the bed is cold and empty
without his warmth
and easy laugh
she turns away
as the loneliness creeps in
and threatens to overtake
her precious heart
somewhere
he walks in silently
into the same space
he's occupied for years
with the single bed
and cramped desk
with electric typewriter
he wishes that she knew
the desires of his heart
and what lies deep
within his soul
the phone rings
she is on the other line
he smiles to himself
and so the dance begins anew.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The light fades slowly
patches of sun still peek through
the open window
she looks out
up at the sky
as the clouds approach
and gentle night settles in
she longs for him
his face forever imprinted
in her mind
she reaches for his picture
on the nightstand
clutching it
close to her heart
the bed is cold and empty
without his warmth
and easy laugh
she turns away
as the loneliness creeps in
and threatens to overtake
her precious heart
somewhere
he walks in silently
into the same space
he's occupied for years
with the single bed
and cramped desk
with electric typewriter
he wishes that she knew
the desires of his heart
and what lies deep
within his soul
the phone rings
she is on the other line
he smiles to himself
and so the dance begins anew.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Nearly Gone"
"Nearly Gone"
I think I'm falling for you, he said
it has been hours since they have talked
or seen one another, but the poor boy's heart
is so full
that he's about to burst at the seams
he walks to the desk and sits down
feverishly writing down his thoughts
on the paper
barely stopping for a breath
the words flow like running water
onto the thirsty page
she waits in silence
her heart locked away
the beauty in her eyes
masked by the pain
that haunts her still
the moment fate intervenes
and the two desperate souls
are joined together
the woman smiles
and embraces the boy
and the joy that consumes her
nearly makes his heart ache
overflowing with need and gratitude
they lie together now
underneath the stars
he holds her close
as she lays her head
on his bare chest
they look deeply
into one another's eyes
and with that first kiss
the world that they once knew apart
is now nearly gone.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
I think I'm falling for you, he said
it has been hours since they have talked
or seen one another, but the poor boy's heart
is so full
that he's about to burst at the seams
he walks to the desk and sits down
feverishly writing down his thoughts
on the paper
barely stopping for a breath
the words flow like running water
onto the thirsty page
she waits in silence
her heart locked away
the beauty in her eyes
masked by the pain
that haunts her still
the moment fate intervenes
and the two desperate souls
are joined together
the woman smiles
and embraces the boy
and the joy that consumes her
nearly makes his heart ache
overflowing with need and gratitude
they lie together now
underneath the stars
he holds her close
as she lays her head
on his bare chest
they look deeply
into one another's eyes
and with that first kiss
the world that they once knew apart
is now nearly gone.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Skin"
Poem: "Skin"
You are out there
waiting in silence
moments pass
as the glitter of
neon fades
You don't know me
although we've passed
each other in public
several times
If the coward in me
would die
then you would
surely know
what I already do
Though distance keeps us apart
every time I close my eyes
we are together
you and I
in the same space
I don't have the words
in this moment with you
to feel your warmth
against my skin
Lest the demons drag me
into the mouth of hell
as heaven stares down
with divine reluctance
I'm locked away in the same room
with all these words - precious words
scattered on countless pieces of paper
across the cold wooden floor
It is night now
you slip on a short black dress
and ruby red lipstick
with your hair down
you look dangerous tonight
The anticipation is almost
ready to devour my insides
and break my fragile bones
one by one
Will you wait for me
in the fragrant shadows
longing to be noticed
aching to be touched
starving for affection
As I lie naked on the bed
moonlight illuminates my bare chest
lost in the rapture, desire beckons
the door opens slowly as you walk in
"here and now, my love
our sensual undoing,"
was the last thing you whispered
amid the tumultuous roar
of our bodies intertwined
in sweat and ecstasy
Reaching out for beautiful release.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
You are out there
waiting in silence
moments pass
as the glitter of
neon fades
You don't know me
although we've passed
each other in public
several times
If the coward in me
would die
then you would
surely know
what I already do
Though distance keeps us apart
every time I close my eyes
we are together
you and I
in the same space
I don't have the words
in this moment with you
to feel your warmth
against my skin
Lest the demons drag me
into the mouth of hell
as heaven stares down
with divine reluctance
I'm locked away in the same room
with all these words - precious words
scattered on countless pieces of paper
across the cold wooden floor
It is night now
you slip on a short black dress
and ruby red lipstick
with your hair down
you look dangerous tonight
The anticipation is almost
ready to devour my insides
and break my fragile bones
one by one
Will you wait for me
in the fragrant shadows
longing to be noticed
aching to be touched
starving for affection
As I lie naked on the bed
moonlight illuminates my bare chest
lost in the rapture, desire beckons
the door opens slowly as you walk in
"here and now, my love
our sensual undoing,"
was the last thing you whispered
amid the tumultuous roar
of our bodies intertwined
in sweat and ecstasy
Reaching out for beautiful release.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Poem: "Closet Fuckers"
"Closet Fuckers"
Part I: SHE
I was 16
when I lost it
it hurt and it was dark
we had decided to wait
until Mom left for the night
I was a popular girl in school
every day after gym class
the boys would wait near my locker
like moths to a flame
His name was Brad
and he was big
6'3" and muscular
and he loved to show off
It happened on a Friday
under the bleachers
during football practice
He liked the my short skirt
the way it accentuated my hips
and always watched my walk
he was determined, that one was
It hurt at first with him
on top of me
raising me up
into him
I stifled a scream
I felt something gush
inside me and
my heart sank.
Part II: He
Victoria was a prude
she didn't think so
but everyone knew it
by the way she was
The way she could gaze
into the eyes of an unsuspecting guy
and turn his knees to jelly
Or whenever she walked
The way her hips swayed
back and forth
made all the guys squirm
with anticipation
She seduced a freshman
in the boy's locker room
by bending over and showing her ass
and exposing her cleavage
She backed up into him
as they went
in and out
painting the loop
Wet, sweaty
achingly lustful
screaming
The last moments, euphoric.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Part I: SHE
I was 16
when I lost it
it hurt and it was dark
we had decided to wait
until Mom left for the night
I was a popular girl in school
every day after gym class
the boys would wait near my locker
like moths to a flame
His name was Brad
and he was big
6'3" and muscular
and he loved to show off
It happened on a Friday
under the bleachers
during football practice
He liked the my short skirt
the way it accentuated my hips
and always watched my walk
he was determined, that one was
It hurt at first with him
on top of me
raising me up
into him
I stifled a scream
I felt something gush
inside me and
my heart sank.
Part II: He
Victoria was a prude
she didn't think so
but everyone knew it
by the way she was
The way she could gaze
into the eyes of an unsuspecting guy
and turn his knees to jelly
Or whenever she walked
The way her hips swayed
back and forth
made all the guys squirm
with anticipation
She seduced a freshman
in the boy's locker room
by bending over and showing her ass
and exposing her cleavage
She backed up into him
as they went
in and out
painting the loop
Wet, sweaty
achingly lustful
screaming
The last moments, euphoric.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Chasing In The Dark"
Poem: "Chasing In The Dark"
Part 1: Her
Her black hair glistens
as she steps out of the shower
dries herself off
and stands naked
in front of a full-length mirror
Admiring her lovely shape
subtle contours
ample breasts
pouty lips
She puts on a short black dress
that rises above the knees
that barely covers her ass
when she walks
She smiles and laughs
no one hears her
the excitement
is almost too much
as she stumbles
out the door.
Part II: She (The Lover)
Putting on her lipstick
she feels her heart pounding
like a siren into the waiting night
she pours herself a glass of wine
and sits on the couch
She lays back and closes her eyes
imagining her lover
touching her, whispering to her
"you know you want this"
The anticipation is intoxicating
as she loses herself in the moment
feeling warm
she reaches for her favorite cock
and has one last go
as she succumbs to beautiful release
the wetness all over
her aching thighs
As the doorbell starts to ring.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Part 1: Her
Her black hair glistens
as she steps out of the shower
dries herself off
and stands naked
in front of a full-length mirror
Admiring her lovely shape
subtle contours
ample breasts
pouty lips
She puts on a short black dress
that rises above the knees
that barely covers her ass
when she walks
She smiles and laughs
no one hears her
the excitement
is almost too much
as she stumbles
out the door.
Part II: She (The Lover)
Putting on her lipstick
she feels her heart pounding
like a siren into the waiting night
she pours herself a glass of wine
and sits on the couch
She lays back and closes her eyes
imagining her lover
touching her, whispering to her
"you know you want this"
The anticipation is intoxicating
as she loses herself in the moment
feeling warm
she reaches for her favorite cock
and has one last go
as she succumbs to beautiful release
the wetness all over
her aching thighs
As the doorbell starts to ring.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Beauty's Escape"
"Beauty's Escape"
I don't know what's wrong with me, love
the hollow beating of my heart
makes me desperately long
for a quiet place
to escape
Darling, the demons
threaten to overtake
my tortured soul
there's no turning back now
If only I could see your face
to rest my head on your bare chest
to feel your breath against my neck
to kiss you until I am forever intoxicated
I fallen so far
in so deep
that I have forgotten
where I end
and you begin
The thought of you
warms my cold heart
and stirs a hunger
that I believed to be long gone
Sit with me now
my beautiful one
and allow the fires
of passion and need
guide us
So I can get lost
in the rapture and affection
that is you
Will you save me
long enough to set me free?
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
I don't know what's wrong with me, love
the hollow beating of my heart
makes me desperately long
for a quiet place
to escape
Darling, the demons
threaten to overtake
my tortured soul
there's no turning back now
If only I could see your face
to rest my head on your bare chest
to feel your breath against my neck
to kiss you until I am forever intoxicated
I fallen so far
in so deep
that I have forgotten
where I end
and you begin
The thought of you
warms my cold heart
and stirs a hunger
that I believed to be long gone
Sit with me now
my beautiful one
and allow the fires
of passion and need
guide us
So I can get lost
in the rapture and affection
that is you
Will you save me
long enough to set me free?
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Monday, June 1, 2009
Poem: "Spinning The Wheels"
"Spinning The Wheels"
The room seems a bit uneven
a little off kilter
am I still here
the mauve walls
mock my contemplation
You left a week ago
I'd be lying if I told you
that I'm doing fine
the bottles of liquor
attest to my moral apathy
The guy you are with
is rich, successful
lives in the Hamptons
and quotes Picasso
I'm stuck in this
cramped shit hole
of a place
writing away aimlessly
on the same old typewriter
I'm waiting for you
again
like old times
thinking of you again
Dear love
with your sweet face
your soft curves
round hips
firm breasts
and aching temptation
How I hate you now
the sickening laughter
of the silent walls
The damned eye o'clock
signaling my impending doom
as the phone sits in the corner
untouched
I pick up the receiver
dial your number
just to hear you
fuck me over
again
My sweet darling
make me forget
please let me
slip through the cracks.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
The room seems a bit uneven
a little off kilter
am I still here
the mauve walls
mock my contemplation
You left a week ago
I'd be lying if I told you
that I'm doing fine
the bottles of liquor
attest to my moral apathy
The guy you are with
is rich, successful
lives in the Hamptons
and quotes Picasso
I'm stuck in this
cramped shit hole
of a place
writing away aimlessly
on the same old typewriter
I'm waiting for you
again
like old times
thinking of you again
Dear love
with your sweet face
your soft curves
round hips
firm breasts
and aching temptation
How I hate you now
the sickening laughter
of the silent walls
The damned eye o'clock
signaling my impending doom
as the phone sits in the corner
untouched
I pick up the receiver
dial your number
just to hear you
fuck me over
again
My sweet darling
make me forget
please let me
slip through the cracks.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Night and Shade"
"Night and Shade"
Her black hair
falling down
slightly past
her shoulders
her pale skin
illuminated
by the perfect light
of silvery moon
the vampire princess
her soft face
and subtle beauty
masks what lies
his broken soul
she stands before him
and, as they kiss
the taste lingers
as the moment fades
into eternity
the love they hold
for one another
is the shimmering light
breaking through
the wounded sky
after the storm
this moment
they are alone
together
such a beautiful interlude
as she whispers,
I love you
he responds in kind
under the glimmering stars
she smiles as he says
I will never let you go.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Her black hair
falling down
slightly past
her shoulders
her pale skin
illuminated
by the perfect light
of silvery moon
the vampire princess
her soft face
and subtle beauty
masks what lies
beneath in shadow
the heart that beats within
is wide open and searching
for that kindred soul
to soothe for pain
and warm the coldness
that seethes inside
her beloved waits from afar
his heart full of longing
his arms open wishing
for the embrace that
will calm the raging fires
that have tormentedthe heart that beats within
is wide open and searching
for that kindred soul
to soothe for pain
and warm the coldness
that seethes inside
her beloved waits from afar
his heart full of longing
his arms open wishing
for the embrace that
will calm the raging fires
his broken soul
she stands before him
and, as they kiss
the taste lingers
as the moment fades
into eternity
the love they hold
for one another
is the shimmering light
breaking through
the wounded sky
after the storm
this moment
they are alone
together
such a beautiful interlude
as she whispers,
I love you
he responds in kind
under the glimmering stars
she smiles as he says
I will never let you go.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Into The Black"
"Into The Black"
Lost in fervent dreams
comes darkest night
when the wind howls
as she lies in bed
the huntress seethes
sleep evades her
elusive, it laughs
denying her
peace
she gets up
and goes to the window
and gazes at the coming storm
as the thunder rumbles
and the heavens
unleash their fury
she smiles
the princess of the darkness
and ventures into
the unknown jungle
of which there
is much pain and pleasure
to be had
her long black hair
drapes her beautiful face
her pale skin
illuminated by the moonlight
her heart
seeks the warmth
of her lover
now gone away
she has witnessed the wrath
of hell's damned
the mere thought of him
the object of her affection
and untamed desire
her beloved
lying uncovered on the bed
warms her cold heart
as she turns and heads for home
she whispers
I am the beautiful face
of night's demise
as she goes in search
for her beloved
something inside her stirs
as she smiles
the corners
of her aching mouth
dripping with her lover's blood.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Lost in fervent dreams
comes darkest night
when the wind howls
as she lies in bed
the huntress seethes
sleep evades her
elusive, it laughs
denying her
peace
she gets up
and goes to the window
and gazes at the coming storm
as the thunder rumbles
and the heavens
unleash their fury
she smiles
the princess of the darkness
and ventures into
the unknown jungle
of which there
is much pain and pleasure
to be had
her long black hair
drapes her beautiful face
her pale skin
illuminated by the moonlight
her heart
seeks the warmth
of her lover
now gone away
she has witnessed the wrath
of hell's damned
the mere thought of him
the object of her affection
and untamed desire
her beloved
lying uncovered on the bed
warms her cold heart
as she turns and heads for home
she whispers
I am the beautiful face
of night's demise
as she goes in search
for her beloved
something inside her stirs
as she smiles
the corners
of her aching mouth
dripping with her lover's blood.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
Poem: "Need"
"Need"
In comes the night
such an unruly mistress
the day has passed away
its splendid fire
gone
outside, the sky
patches of blue
peek out
amid the gloom
I wake up
the slow pitter-patter
of the rain as it falls
to the parched earth
you lay next to me
your arms on my bare chest
you look up at me
and smile knowingly
we kiss
your lips taste
ever so sweet, darling
your hands touch
all over my body
I hold you close
the silence lingers
amid the whispers
of temptation
our bodies intertwine
in long moments
dripping, aching
sensual longing
in the aftermath
of the deluge
where passion and lust
collide desperately
love lies at the feet
of beautiful need.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
In comes the night
such an unruly mistress
the day has passed away
its splendid fire
gone
outside, the sky
patches of blue
peek out
amid the gloom
I wake up
the slow pitter-patter
of the rain as it falls
to the parched earth
you lay next to me
your arms on my bare chest
you look up at me
and smile knowingly
we kiss
your lips taste
ever so sweet, darling
your hands touch
all over my body
I hold you close
the silence lingers
amid the whispers
of temptation
our bodies intertwine
in long moments
dripping, aching
sensual longing
in the aftermath
of the deluge
where passion and lust
collide desperately
love lies at the feet
of beautiful need.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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