Poetry: To Feel, What is that?

To Feel, What is that?

Inside

Deep inside

Emotion and feeling

Lies

The rush of adrenaline

The glow of pride

The fire of

Love and passion

All parts of this whole ride

Definitions to

Reactions and experiences

In our time line

But when you no longer feel

When everything is

Cauterized

What do you do?

What do you attempt to respond to?

Are you dead or alive?

I think I remember

Faintly

What feelings use to be like

They use to mean something to me

Now

Permanently replaced with

Calculated responding

Efficiency has increased

But now I wonder

Why bother to feel

Anything?

From the chocolatezeus collection  8/14/16  ©

Quote for Life

Though I walk through the valley of death. I shall fear no evil. For I am by my motherfucking self!!!


-CZ-

Just Poetry: A Heart with No Fear

A Heart with No Fear

From the moment

I first told you

I love you

I am in love with you

I want you as my wife

The foundation was set

I knew from the beginning

What I wanted and sought

What made my heart

Beat and stop

Even as you used

Every comparison

Of exes and friends

And their strange tells

What I wanted from you

Never changed

Vulnerability

Let me say it again

I made myself completely vulnerable

To begin with

So you could sit back comfortably

Try to grasp the plot

Take it all in

The seriousness of

My plan

Chance given

A welcoming door open

Regardless

I am prepared either way

Good or bad

I made my stand

Only later to be

Placated

Challenged

A need for assimilation

Still

I stand

Amid all the

My way

I can’t believe your that way

Interpretive

Inability to accept and understand

This is

Love

Passion

Affection

And more

At the intense level

But her there is always

Burger king instead

Have your way

I will remain on my path

No guts, no glory

My heart speaks

As loud as my attacks

From the chocolatezeus collection  8/14/16  ©

Poetic Heartsrings: My Love is

My Love is

I have

Fell in

Been in

Loved

And in love

Given

Heart

Soul

Future

All vulnerability

Why is it so hard for you to

Accept

See

Feel

Oh

Through my potent

Direct sledge hammer

Love skills

Or

That it isn’t done to your

Checklist

Is that the reason why

You just don’t

And won’t feel

Words

Actions

Actions

Words

They have remained constant

To love’s dismay

Now love merely

A waxed coroner’s stain

It seems

When there is only the deafening

Essence of

The love I

Bring

From the chocolatezeus collection  8/14/16  ©

Poetic Expression Incarcerated Comfort

Incarcerated Comforts

Bloody entrails

Lead to the closed vault door

Staining the very fabric of existence

All emotional content

Crushed beneath and in

This vault door

That fire survives

Somehow burning white

Deprived and starved

Purposefully

That emotional edict came

Decreeing

Survival of the fittest

In this death match

Relation

Once such an

Integral and necessary part

Of me

Those drops and movies in time

Of comfort and need

Concluded with

Emotional

Serial killing

Genocide

And now it’s time

Where freedom rings

As the vault door closes

And the tumblers

Give that death lock sound

Stoic resound

Death howls

Invigorated with life

Unchained

Blood dripping from restraint

There are no more

Comfort strings on me

Carnage and chaos

Unfettered

Smiling

Remnants

Unchained

From the chocolatezeus collection 8/14/16  ©

Happy Birthday Chocolate Doll...But Damn!

Another year today. Love and miss my A.S.S.

From episodes at the cheesecake factory in dulles to steak, lobster and shrimp inspired cooking for you. We had some adventures. Hell, you actually got me to celebrate my own damn birthday. Who would have thunk it! lol

And yes you are and evil ole ass for all this shit that has gone on lately. I guess that haunting thing is in effect. Damn, you! lol But all this stuff is not necessary right now.  Especially the est. stuff.

Oh, I had some fourth street deli for you. I did keep my promise. Yeah, yeah, yeah it was a few years late but it got done.

And now that the tattoo has been figured out courtesy my fellow gruntanese, old school scary biker Charlie I will work on finding someone to do that as soon as possible.  You would like Charlie. He is like an older white man version of me. lmao

No, I still haven't had your dress preserved. Even though I know you wanted to trash it. Keepsakes are necessary, thank you very much.


That smile
no wonder why
they called you the
Black Vanna White

That smile that melts steel
and disarms the Evil One
just one of your
super powers


You are in a better place that is for sure. With all this crap going on now I am glad I don't have to worry about you.

Hugs, Kisses and all my Love

-Team Titan Forever-


ASuperWoman and Chocolatezeus for Infinity