PASSIVE TO YOUR AGGRESIVE

"Slipping behind subtlety, we speak without confrontation,

it's so sweet...

that smell of passiveness
and
Hypocrisy.

Eyes moving into the distance,

past resistance

That's what I long for.

Cause I know that's what you were born for.

Something just a little less aggressive,

just as long as I am apprehensive.

In what I'm looking for,
a conditional door.

Locked tight, but open for more.

Yeah slipping behind subtlety is sweet...

depending upon what your looking for.

Conditional of course,

on the...
future ....
your .....
looking towards."

I LOVE YOU DADDY

Shattered, and snow littered fields of determination.
Covered in arrogance, convoluted by clouds;
but you give us all sunshine,
and wind to clear the storms.
A constant reminder that..
Inconsistency falls short on a family table,
When the sun radiates.
The seeds grow,
and the yield,
finds itself greater...
Than the crop from years before.
N.Pablito

I have known love, and it sits deep within my heart.
I have Known friendship, and it lays softly on my soul.
But I have never known the world to give me both.
Which is an  experience,
so divine.
Without proof I would not believe existed.
Yet the hope for it's invitation
still
keeps
me whole.

N.S Davis/N.Pablito
(Idid the N.Pablito for you Sager!!!)

"INTIMATE EXCHANGE"

I gently touch the curl of your lip.

with nothing

but my fingertip.

And my lips,

they slide beneath your chin.

While my toes linger

behind your knees,

traveling on the softness

of your skin.

N. Pablito

I READ A LOVE POEM

I read a love poem,

and it spoke of pain.

Against fates odds

it did explain.

Of hate and love,

just the same.

It spoke...

It rhymed...

Of love defined

A perilous journey

................................tart

....................................to

...............................sweet

Like cheese

Like wine

Yes,

I read a love poem.

It turned my hips and mind.

Tales of trips

....................Sentiments

lies by pictures,

........................neglected

Hidden by shame

...........................by time.

I read this love poem.

It spoke,

and it said;

She was not forever

Even tides evaporate

giving way...

to salty wastelands,

wide.

Whilst fresh summer green succombs,

to a faded blue autumns day.

I fell in love with the love poem.

Indeed,

Indeed I did.

Because I didn't listen,

to the simplicity...

the simple sanity,

of what it said.

That love poem slathered acrylic

reds

greens

yellows

on my aching head

painting love bird's perched atop

some electric fence

Then dabbled in some

feather's

falling from the flesh.

There should have never been a doubt

in tow, to lead me to deceive

that should I perch atop that fence,

this the end,

would be.

Oh I read that love poem

and that poem was ablaze,

cauterizing human hearts,

with smells of Sunday's best.

for love has fallen from it's

perch, smoldering

upon winter's gray

...............................a firey

neurotic

mess

And I kept on reading that love poem

but it did me no good at all.

It was a one sided romance...

A dying leaf swimming freely

in a brownish foggy pond

Requests for second chances, all

appeals have been denied.

Just another begger

in a

bank

that has no cash to bare

Yes I read a love poem

And to my astonishment...

as if printed words

could screech,

a somber beckoning call,

from

that crinkled page

That silly little poem said

You...

.......knew not

......................Love

At all...

N.Pablito

I READ A LOVE POEM

I read a love poem,

and it spoke of pain.

Against fates odds

it did explain

POUR SENTIR MECONNU

These are my words,

soft and sheltered in solitude.

These are my words,

spiraling.

amidst the the fires,

Centrifugal and ragged.

Can you hear my words

through your shroud.

See my lips stiffen, a repose,

just a star's flicker from endless

discussion.

Are these nothing but word's,

Baritone sentiment's dancing

on windows, raining down

on peeved passersby.

Whether they find passage

into your disposition,

or met with defiance.

I will not abdicate

that which is deservedly mine

As with your wishes,

Ever vacillating,

I do bow.

Should you kneel

wheat to wind

That these are my words,

perpetually here,

utterances

without end.

N.Pablito