Te Apareces y Desapareces.

Tu presencia me acabe.
Me atrae lo suave.
Como agua a las rocas tocan.
Como beso de flor a una mariposa.
como darle un beso a esa bella boca.
nuestros labios gosan.
enamorado de tu espanto loca.
silenciosa y peligrosa sonrisa nectar sombra.
Jamaz me dejas en paz porque me derumbas el mar.
La luna brilla sobre tu cintura por el mal que me das.
Deseos de quererte amar una vez mas.

Me gusta acariciar tu corazon de acero,
me toca el viento y te tengo miedo, pues por eso me acerco.
Cuando me alejo encuentro que pues por eso me acerco
porque le tengo miedo al viento cuando toco tu corazon de acero.

Mueve tu nariz y mirame en los ojos cuando te digo
que lo que quiras se te manifiesta.
uno entre miles de admiradores eres mas que la cuenta.
como que si no existiera otra,
este corazon es solamente para ti.
si me quieres a tu lado, no te olvides de mi.

poem by J.Q
2-1-2003 10:55pm

originally published in Clubhouse Newsletters,
Hollywood & Vine 2003.
also published in Evans Journal Academy Newsletter 2004,
Los Angeles.
all rights reserved.

El mas Chingon.

freestyle poem by J.Q
Marzo 17, 2003
1:27pm



Como tu voz-
Voz tu calor-
Color de hoy-
hoy valor-
como soy-
soy lo somos-
somos amor-
amor chingon-
chingon machin'
valor sin fin-
fin sin ti-
lo que doy valor-
sin sentir temor-
temor sin razon-
como tu voz-
voz tu calor-
calor de hoy-
hoy valor-


poem originally published in Clubhouse Newsletters,
Hollywood & Vine 2003.
all rights reserved.

A Declaration of Lust.

to: GenX-xx,
this is my official declaration of lust to you.

You are so beautiful.
Your eyes are very pretty.
lovely face if grace had one and a smile
ever so sweet.

You are so hot, sexy and
the ground you walk on is your runway.

I bet you are the kind of girl that
always has a boifriend because as you
walk across any room, you make hearts break!
even when you look upset, you are cute...
even the breeze in your hair compliments you.
smooth as your moves...
as you run in circles around a ring of trees
because you are that cool.

how I love to look at you and touch
your skin which if manufactured can put silk
out of business.

Did you know that the eyes are the windows to ones soul
and when I look into yours, I see an angel.

an angel that glows. glows for love forevermore.

move over Victoria's best kept secret for mine is discovered.
uncovered one day!
I would love to get to know her.
[[[[YOU]]]]
You're Gorgeous!!!!!

by: J.Q
poem first published in Evans Journal Academy Newsletter 2003
Los Angeles,
all rights reserved.

Iceberg Defect.

Sometimes I frown.
Sometimes I smile.
Sometimes I look up or down.
My neck gets tired.

Sometimes I think.
Is life all that there Is...
or is there access behind the scenes?
like a movie or a movie about a dream.



dream ship.

In this thirsty state I am in, I can only
think of one thing. Peace.
and the sweet company of a fair lady who I have seen.
falling, falling, falling.

my heart beat calling, calling, calling.

if masks are for the face then how can I mask
this happy one? are feelings meant to stay
like a guest that wont leave then who do we welcome?

The end.

lol

is it up to us?

if not then from what do we run away from?
within the passion of the moon and heat of the sun.
heading home on my own lonesome wandering, wondering
where you are. Sweet gin serenity my love.

by: J.Q
poem published in Evans Journal Academy Newsletter 2003
Los Angeles,
originally published in Clubhouse Newsletters,
Hollywood & Vine 2002.
all rights reserved.

For each Sparrow Two Sorrows.

Its a shame,
I did not dream with angels today.
They're missing, they surely must be busy.
Its September Eleven, on T.V in New York I see them.
Where they are? inside my heart.

Who ever you are, this day on you will not be forgotten.
Sisters, Brothers and for now Dear Strangers every time a rose blossoms.
You will be loved and remembered.

This outcry pours like rain to a city without a dry eye.
The heart of a promise echoes as we will with stand these times
with our heads up high. Healing comes with a hefty price.



Restless spirits brigade,
Spread your wings and give trails to where our ancestors once laid.
We cannot afford to be late and have the party begin with out our vengeful sway.
The tunes of bullets, missiles and mans mistake where Sparrows once sang
now march with the dead.

I do not want to miss a thing or two,
I wont blink unless I am thinking of you.
A one way ticket to your heart is where I want to be,
The trigger is pulled and to be with you one last time
is now a relic of a memory.

Do I need to climb the highest mountain to be seen?
with arms up surrendering to victory.
waiting for you so I can catch you in my arms as you fall.
my arms long to hold you once more in love not in war.

another casualty for what cause?

all excerpts from this poem are by J.Q
originally published in Clubhouse Newsletters,
Hollywood & Vine 2002.
also published in Evans Journal Academy Newsletter 2003,
Los Angeles.
all rights reserved.