Sunday, March 30, 2008

I Close My Eyes To Kiss You

I close my eyes to kiss you and I can't tell night from day,
leather from suede, December from May, moon from earth
I close my mind to wish your kiss would never end
my lips climb inside your open mouth and melt away
I wave goodbye to what is left of my trouble-ridden self
I shut my eyes wide open to listen to your swollen chest
I'm not aware of where I am, where I will be or where I've been
all I know is I'm not here and I'm not there but somewhere else
my mind reveals the wicked thought of being swallowed whole
You close your eyes to kiss me and let your inhibitions go
I relinquish all remaining futile hopes for self control
Devouring your cotton candy kisses one by one and gulp by gulp
like Pac-Man feasts on helpless dots and evil blinking ghosts
my eyes are shut but I can see the shadows of our souls
embracing in a passionate disorder, lips on skin and push on shove
tears of sugar, sweats of honey, milk and cookies and so forth
our blood boiling, running rampant, speeding to a screeching halt
membranes grinding, veins imploding, two hearts pounding
torch lit bodies colliding, melding seamlessly into one
in a pool of loud desire and quiet tenderness
like two soldiers meeting in an even battlefield
in a slow-churning human blender
two tortured prisoners of love
in a war where both sides win
and both surrender

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Red Eye Flight

You've been crying ever since you came into this bitter world
a heap of fun that's not
Your coffee-colored eyes have purple clouds and crimson lines
I almost feel the pain they hide
You must have been a serial killer in your twenty previous lives
to justify the current one
Why do the Gods despise you so? what did you ever do or say
to inspire such a wrath?
Or do they even understand you're nothing but a helpless child?
have they gone blind?
Given the chance, I wouldn't for a second hesitate to lunge at them
and rip their souls apart
You're warm and true, you'd never hurt a fly, the fact still stands
you own the kindest heart
I love you more than life, I wish I could do more than what I can
at times I feel my hands are tied
I know the love I offer you is not enough, although I wish it was
it's such a crime
Without the slightest doubt, I'd give my life and everything I've got
to see your big brown eyes
forever smile.

I love you.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Rabbit Hole, Rabbit Hole

You say you want your cake and you want to eat it
I say I want my life back but I'm too chicken to admit it
well, this here sounds like an admission, ain't it
I guess I wasn't too much of a chicken to begin with

Save your drama and your good looks for someone else
one is fun for half a minute, for the latter, I couldn't care less
your acting talent is pretty apparent, why lay it all to waste?
when you could be starring in your own 'reality' train wreck

I drank too much and told you the truth for once today
the stories I come up with when I'm sober are insane
they might amuse you but to me, they're gettin' sort of stale
I'm bored to tears with years and years of pretty much the same ol' shit

It takes a 'real man' to turn about and change his stupid ways
but I don't see one in the mirror every time I shave
if I were you, I'd ran as fast and far as I could and stay away
I'll contradict myself and hurt you, you can take that to the grave
. . . I think.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Phil LeBlanc (Spring)

What's your name? . .
. . that is a nice one.
I'm Daniel . .
. . I've been called worse.

How old are you? . .
. . I'm bad at guessing . .
. . me too. Well, almost . .
. . I'll be 15 in July.

You look younger . .
. . but you're mature . .
. . for a girl your age . .
. . I like that in a woman . .
. . don't know why
I just do.

What's your sign? . .
. . you are a kind person . .
. . yeah, I think it shows . .
. . Your turn to guess . .
. . Yes, I am a Cancer,
I have my issues.
. . How did you know?

'You have a boyfriend? . .
. . sorry to hear that
I've never had one . .
. . a girlfriend, that is . .
. . no, I mean, I'm serious! . .
. . I'm much too shy.

Where do you live? . .
. . that's pretty far . .
. . the south side. .
. . no, no parents,
Just relatives . .
. . One would think that
but no, it's not good . .
. . it has its benefits.

where do you go to school? . .
. . I've heard of it,
I'm not impressed, though . .
Mercantile School, huh? . .
. . Naval Academy . .
. . not what you think it is . .
. . you're easily impressed!

Can I walk you home? . .
. . I understand . .
. . I'd like that . .
. . I have friends here . .
. . C-5 building,
the orange section . .
. . Yeah, tomorrow
. . OK, better be here! . .
. . trust me, I will! . .

. . Bye. .Uh, wait!
close your eyes,
give me your hand . .
. . just something I drew. .
. . I had the feeling you would . .
. . and I will think of you too . .
. . See you tomorrow.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I'm Watching My Tears Drop

And hit the floor
splash upwards
in a mushroom
dive down into
a lake of salt
which overflows
and streams along
the narrow hall
and seeps under
the ikea rug
which swells & bloats
into a globe
which rolls upon
the neighbor's wall
and bounces off
and out the door
onto the street
and past the mall
and runs amok
with gaping jaws
flattening all
it runs across
and eating those
with happy thoughts
who hide inside
the phony smiles
and 'thank you' notes.

Copyright © 2001/2008 Alberto Ruiz. All rights reserved

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Words & Numbers

Drove 5 days from New York to California
All I did was think of you while crunching numbers
longing minus time, times love, divided by the distance
imagining your eyes in mine and vice-versa

I stopped by the side of the road somewhere in Denver
and wrote these words to ease my aching yearning
the compulsion to be near you is just as brutal
as this winter, which is long and getting longer

They say 'Necessity is the mother of invention'
I guess I need to rub my face against your belly
or perhaps it's just a natural reaction
to the love potion I drank before you left me.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

I See London . . .

I just love watching you walk upstairs
it is my dirty little secret
your legs, your hips. your waist have got me hooked
I think I could be addicted

Anyway I see it, this seems wrong
but maybe that's the attraction
having lived with you for years I should be strong
what's with this guilty satisfaction?

I should behave like any decent married person
and not a peeping tom
I should be cured with any amount of reason
should have become immune but I am none

Wisdom claims love's nothing but a big wave
it comes and goes at will, you can't predict its pattern
if I'd concede they are one third correct, then
its crest should lift me all the way to Saturn

Copyright © 2001/2008 Alberto Ruiz. All rights reserved

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Elegía con Lágrima

Movie Of The Week

She was a poet
I was her pet
she was my riddle
I was her chair
she came in bunches
I hardly slept
I slapped her backside
she quenched my thirst

I crossed the ocean
to fight the war 
her heart was broken 
my soul was torn
she felt so lonely
a lover's spurned
I found another
'pon my return

My days grew weary
my soul grew blue
until that Sunday
when I met you
You're not a poet
I'm not your pet
you love me more
than I love myself

She saw us kissing
under a tree
the sight was gruesome
it made her sick
she took the blue pills
to help her sleep
she swallowed sixty
she's sleeping still

The End.

Copyright © 2001/2008 Alberto Ruiz. All rights reserved

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Tired & Happy

Show me 
how you do 
those crazy things you do
I want to learn
to please you
pretend I'm a small child
teach me
let me see
what hides behind your smile
lift up the corner 
of your bashful skirt
guide my hand
let me feel 
under your shirt
Show me
Drop your silky gown 
half way south
I'm curious now
I need to know
what hides behind your frown
Show me 
some of your charms
but not all 
I'm patient
I can wait
I want you in my life for life
until death
Show me
torture me
tease me 
I want to save the best of you
for a rainy day
Show me
baby me
smother me breathless with your breasts
feed me by the bed
I want to wake up
tired and happy
I want to drown
before dawn
between your legs.

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