N'Zuri Za Austin

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to?

even in death, his last breath was poetryexisting in the wind and on the breeze of"it used to be likes" forever remembering,yet never relivinghis lifewill never be what it used to be like.

i often sit and wonderi often sit and dreami often sit and waitfor the one that__ just for me i search the many facesin the crowds of people i see exploring, seeking,looking for, the one that it could be.is it Mister Blue Collar? is it Mister Too Clean? is it Mister Holy Onewhich was made for me? then i stop and thinkof the biggest catastrophe -what if this man i__ waiting fordoesn__ even recognize me?-LostInACrowd

Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.

Paint me perfect poetry.

the caress_of each word_becoming _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _one__ with the pagetwisting__ _ _ _ _beneath the touch of the pen_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _forming_a trail of permanent kisses_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ until they reach_me

Nothing, is what it appears to be, when it's only with your eyes you see.

Once upon a time, is how stories begin...

Twas the night before Christmas And the moon was sitting high The kids were in bed, Kissed and snuggled in tight The gifts were all wrapped There was love in the air It only came once So it was handled with careThe curtains were drawn The cookies were bit It was time to blow out All those candles we__ litThe kids would soon wake With laughter in their hearts We had a big day ahead And early it would startLaughter__ and squeals Jumps on the bed Screaming, __et up_! __et up!_ as they fledWrappings and ribbons Thrown everywhere__h, I love you Mom and Dad!__either did spareFamily arrives, Carolers sing Stories were told Of childhood memories This was true loveTrue love was in the air And it only came once So it was handled with careNow the gifts have been opened And the food is all gone The songs were all sung And the guests have gone homeIt was time to get back To life__ normal things It was time to put away All that the holidays bringYou'll go to your office She'll go to her room He'll reach for his game I guess I'll grab the broom Christmas had come And Christmas had went It only comes once a year But it is time well spent

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me, your poetry.

I'd give you my heart, but you'd just give it back, so I'll give you my words instead.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ___

I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the birds to sing, a tweet, a tweet, times two. And when my busy day is done, I dream sweet dreams of you.

As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?