Living Memorial

He’s the dark side of poetry  
With heart  
Fed up  
He’ll tell you how fucked up  
Everything is  
But this friend of mine  
Has seen it time and time again  
How life  
Just  
Doesn’t  
Give  
A shit  
And I get it  
I do  
He’s also got one of the kindest hearts  
He doesn’t like suffering  
Of any kind  
It’s too relatable  
I see you, my friend, I do  
We all hide behind something  
And yeah, I may be outing you  
But so do you  
So, unleash the darkness  
Let the fury fly  
We can take it  
As long as you keep writing  
I’ll keep reading  
(I’m glad you’re here)

The Kissing Place
Is magical
But it’s the man behind the words
That makes it so
His romanticism guarantees a swoon
With words that flow effortlessly
Over your body
Like a warm bath
Soothing
Painting lingual masterpieces on fleshy canvas
Your heart will skip a beat
As he lifts you into the paradise of his words
Challenging societal norms
Taboo topics
Nothing is off limits
Respectful and romantic
His poems transport you to a world
Where it’s all about YOU
My friend
A poet trained by Eros
And nurtured by Venus in the ways of love
A true erotic idealist
Passionate, tender, adventurous and sentimental
Meet him at The Kissing Place
And find out for yourself


You won’t be disappointed
(wink)

Her light shines brighter than the sun
But she holds it close to her chest
Not wanting to outshine  
Even though she does
 
She stands on the fringe of shadows
No need for over exposure
 
“I'll just be over here in my little corner
spillin' what I'm feelin'
and doin' what I do”
 
See what I mean?
 
She pours her soul
Her heart
Her experiences onto her pages
And yours
With equal measure
 
Thoughtful, supportive, patient and kind
She’s one of a kind
 
Her footprints seen
Lifting me
When my journey
When life
Gets too heavy
 
Healing is meant to be shared
 
I’ll never have enough words
To express my gratitude
For her guidance
Our friendship
I thank the universe every day  
For allowing our paths to cross
 
It’s not lost on me
That this friendship was meant to be
 
She holds her shine close to her chest
Shining brighter than the sun

Her poetry  
A tender heart  
Wrapped in bad ass
Did you know this woman can sing?  
Her voice is powerful  
She eases herself into your soul  
Brings you home  
To the place you want to be  
Discovering  
You  
I can see her  
Laying in her hammock  
Penning her poetry, her songs  
Bringing us along  
Life and healing aren’t always easy  
But she makes it relatable
So you don’t feel so alone  
 
Thank you, k  
 

I see your innocent lies.
The inner struggle.
I understand the inner position.
The need for crafty lines.

Eloquent apologies
Dear Father.....
Dear friend....
Sneaky lyrics
Poems
Dm's

It's never enough
Yet you cannot stand it.
But you must hold it
Every scrap, every drop
Holds you up

Steal a smile
A kiss, an hour, a pic,
A drop, a nip.
It's needed, you need it.

To line the bottom of your cup.
To hold you up.

He probably doesn’t think he is
I can see him laughing
Even though I’ve never met him
The unofficial leader of the pack
His poems, poetic masterpieces
The rare times he writes erotica?
It’s like nobody’s business
Even I blush
A sensual and romantic journey
We’re witness to “the DUP romance”
I’m not alone when I say
Newbies with a thirst for greatness
Have looked to him for approval
While sweating for a visit
Like I said, he’s probably laughing
Blushing maybe?
I wonder if he knows this?
The man of steel
With the heart of a lion
Devoutly attached to his beautiful señorita
Stxyian walks the halls of DUP
Handing out comments
Advice
Encouragement
Kinda like the hall monitor at school
Only much nicer