"Soft Drinks/Drunken Hearts"

"Soft Drinks/Drunken Hearts"

Prompt orders delivered
To my soft drink sipper.
Meticulous mixer
Offering elaborate elixirs
To palates preferring more.
More craft.
More quality.
More dedication.
The sensation derived
From an avid aficionado
who honestly could care less
about kudos and bravo.

I'm your favorite bartender.
Short story lender.
Smooth savant of spirits
That monitors your limits.
Fond hugs get frothy mugs.
Wipe your chin, baby.
Tie back your hair
So I can admire a pair.
I promise not to stare.
No early advances.
Just a few short glances
As you aim to take chances.

Six shots before seven.
You kiss the rim of each glass.
You tie the cherry stems
But the lemons get a pass.
I tend to other guests;
But you call me back over
In your cute little attempts
To feign still being sober.
Your coat falls from your shoulder.
Not like it covered up much.
You say your skin is colder.
It needs warm hands to touch.

Yeah, baby. You've had enough.
Your words sound real gruff.
You're trying to hang tough.
No more of this stuff.
Give me that back
Take two of these
And please:
Sip this slowly.
You treat me like you know me.
Such a strong rapport.
You just smile and nod
Until I close the store.

I guess this goes on your tab.
You've no money for a cab
And you're all alone.
I don't mind taking you home.
I didn't, at least.
Drunken hands feel and fondle.
I accidentally hit the throttle.
At the next red light,
You reveal a hidden bottle.
Oh yeah? Pass that.
Snatched that. Dumped that.
Flung it out the window.

Autumn wind blows
And you really start to shiver.
Bourbon on the breath,
But your lips still quiver.
The staircase was a challenge;
But we avoid the damage.
In some way, you've managed
To slip into your shower.
I should leave now;
But you might hurt yourself.
Conscience far too strong
To act like I'm not involved.

I remember when the schnapps
Used to be peach soda.
I remember when root beer floats
Were all you needed to get over.
Nowadays, three scoops of vanilla
Or a glass of Dr. Pepper
Are tall glasses filled
With what is triple distilled.
Those were better days;
But anyways,
You exit the shower
To greet my towel.

After drying off,
You eye your lotion bottle.
I wanted to be nice, right?
Alright; but I'm not spending the night.
Slick hair and optional underwear.
Still flaunting that nice pair.
Testing my sinew with your curves.
You often get on my nerves.
Please don't press my mettle.
You were never one to settle.
That's why my finger bears no metal.

That drink received no chaser.
Still a hard sip to swallow.
That's why I refuse to follow.
That shot glass will remain hollow.
Lights out in two blinks.
My love for you a mixed drink.
I offer a forehead kiss
Before considering myself dismissed.
But hey; it's all cool.
Dust off the bar stools,
Place this towel over my shoulder
And wait for you to come over.

I know it sounds like madness;
But I avoid the sadness
By allowing you to return.
Lessons repeatedly learned;
But I still look for the day
When you'll sit there and wink
And before I grab the spirits,
You'll request a soft drink. †EVL

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Four Hundred Year Notice"

"Four Hundred Year Notice"

Might just leave early.
Might just leave yearly.
I think I'll quit today.
Time to get away.
There's something to say
about the extent of my legacy.
Dove into black seas
and made it easier to see.
Brought hypocrites to their knees
so that the critical would see
that mantles aren't hung from trees.
Innocence will not be seized.

I am not example
or the mantle where it rests.
I am not the answer.
I do not see tests.
No rope binds my ankles.
No opposite angles.
I crush weeds that tangle.
I will not be dangled.
I am art in fact.
Not an artifact;
so I can walk away.
I'm not on display.

I'm not here to stay.
I'm just here to say
that this is my last day.
Don't call me "Runaway."
I devour labels.
I will not enable
the flaws found in your fables.
Your books are on the table;
but the message I convey
will never fade way.
Your words aren't worth the pay.
Please enjoy your day.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Maraschino Stems"

"Maraschino Stems"

She hangs on to every word
Like sounds she never heard.
Her focused stare calms my nerves
And quells the stage fright.
Consecutive Friday nights
And she sits right there.
Her preferred chair.
Optimal angle where her skirt dangles
As if inviting me to peek;
But she's a woman of chaste.
Thighs meet my eyes fast
But crossed legs ensue laughs.
Forgot my mic was open…………
………………Hey y'all. So sorry.
Love, positivity, prosperity and peace.
Now back to this piece.

She wasn't very wary.
She didn't find me scary.
Enticing eyes engaged me directly.
Her name was Cherry.
Every thread fit her right.
Hands receptive to my grip.
Her skin glows in dim light.
Convenient distraction from moist lips.
She was years beyond sight.
Her soft steps cleared pathways.
I envy the lips she bites.
I wonder about her past days:
Was she always so charismatic?
Are there underlying habits?
Are any of her secrets tragic?
Should I look for black magic?

Man listen:
I'll take her voodoo
With a side of her gumbo
And hardly care if I stumble.
Not muffled.
No mumbles.
I'm usually modest and humble;
But I must document the struggle.

She was fancy.
I often daydream and fancy
Where my hands would be
If she would have me.
She was candy.
My glass of vanilla milk
Mixed with French silk.
Ice cold role so refreshing.
My sense of smell
Lobbied for reasons to inhale
Until my lungs swell;
Bursting with her scent.
Fresh mint in her stare.
Stimulation and percolation.
Invigoration in her dictation.
Her words carry satiation;
But she prefers my prose.
She deserves what she chose;
So in my plain clothes,
I offer literary treasure trove.

Ms. Cherry.
My favorite berry.
Picked fresh and juicy
Amid the bitter, unripe groupies
That clamor for my grammar
With no internal sense of glamor.
They fade into the shade;
But she shines in candor.

Ms. Cherry.
If frank I may be,
Then I might be maybe
Bold enough to tell this lady
That she is so very……
So heavy…………………
Beautiful bevy…………
Routine in her richness.
Delicious in her thickness.
Smooth in her shake
As I hide mine, still stirring.
Her sexy is unnerving.

Ms. Cherry.
Hanging on my words
As they freely spill and splatter.
Cheeks rosy from her laughter.
Anxious mood;
But I'm a chill dude.
Among all that may be,
She came to see me;
Sitting in that chair over there
Long hair and a nice pair.
I would stop and stare…………

Wait……………………………………

What was I talking about?
A world full of doubt?
A society afraid of change?
How typecasts are tied to first names?
That's what I wrote, right?
Right; but the words I don't write
Find forever in this open mic
And these very dim lights…………

Lost my head in her dark red.
Thoughts loose;
Drenched in cherry juice.
Well fed.
Full of fervor after feeding.
I don't think I'll be proceeding.
I apologize for daydreaming.
I guess I'll be leaving…… ♥

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Self Exclusion"

"Self Exclusion"

Young blood flows
Through the baby veins
Of this old soul
That still recalls milk stains.
Childhood easy to trace.
Makeup of a slow roller
Moving steady in life's race.
Mind set on a faster pace.
No time left for saving face.
I've a few lines to chase.
Thoughts scratched and stained.
Residual remnants to my brain
And I've never felt higher.
My supplier is a constant provider
Of uncut cranial candy.
My dealer understands me.
My friends examine me.
They say I lack sanity.
Uncanny how words are maintained
and I still offer even exchange.

I was taught to serve purpose
With a side of confidence.
If one offers their opinion,
It should be laced with consciousness.
Garnish is forever relevant.
Spinkle some significance
Before you call it evidence
Lest you aspire to be derelict.
If that is the case,
Then call yourself a dichotomy.
Be the unknown enigma
And the divine prophesy.
Be the seldom informed hypocrite
With more than pebbles to kick
That couldn't tell substantial slump
From splinters in tree stumps.
What of me? Well I'm the maven
That resides in this haven
Beneath wondrous erogenous storms
That would turn down your money
To enjoy cold milk
With a few shards of honey.
The house protects me.
The rain is sexy.
I don't fear the dark halls.
The world looks like four walls
To those who love the court.
I'd rather keep two balls.
To those who pack much,
Sack lunch will be served.
I pack light for my flights.
Muses minister to my nerves.

Sharp wit and blunt phrase.
Misfit on most days.
Blend in at will.
Warm heart and true chill.
More concerned with the thrill
Than just a display of skills.
If sub par fits your bill,
Then aren't you yet fulfilled?
While you focus on that,
I'll relax and sit back.
Examine facts before assembling
Or words will never bear resembling.
Ignore the trill and stand still.
Onlookers key in on trembling.
So abrasive is the shrill.
Pensive is favored over defensive.
Promote a concept that is fond
Instead of just pros and cons.
Sense is only common when dispersed.
Knowledge spitefully withheld is a curse.
Some minds are soup kitchens
That dare to ask for charity.
Some are privy to clear vision
But refuse to seek clarity.

I represent the society:
Bright minds inclined to crown heights.
Royal lines of higher learning.
Lit wicks and pots churning.
Fair shares and boastful earnings.
Pockets emptied out. Gave up riches
To gain much more than the wealthy.
I sit among the healthy.
Nothing stealthy.
Too proud to hide.
Too present to parlay.
More willing to display
For the love of words
Than a crowded coffeehouse
Where a handful know your name
But still won't shout you out.
This is for we;
But we do it for you
To forge new avenues
And sharpen your point of view.
We're not paying dues,
More approachable than shrewd,
Probably won't make the news
And didn't ask to be queued.

We are old groomed
To become the new age
Of colorful hues
That walk across a stage
Of blacktop and concrete.
New feats flawless;
Performed amid awkward pauses
And those that deem us lawless.
Larger than the concepts.
Brilliance personified.
Rhythm standing in place.
More than movements occupied.
Sharp stones meet flat screens.
Nothing televised.
A world inclined to it's limits
Does not deserve to witness.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Requiem: Idle Hearts"

"Requiem: Idle Hearts"

Left petals strewn
across water like the letters
that we used to write.
Thoughts take flight;
crossing paths with emotion.
Messengers to us.

I fancy the time
when your messenger would retire;
gorging my ire thoughtlessly;
replaced by your presence.
Words only fall new from you.

Utopia was never as tangible
as the days we sat here.
This porch.
These nights.
Street lights.
Just life.
Not much outside of abundance.

Not far fetched at all.
Garments snatched and balled
will always trump phone calls;
kisses moist;
born of wishes
voiced in eager choice…

But this?
Just retention.
A longing extension
of what I surely believe
you also reach out for.
Open pores soak
under the sun for just one.

None greater than the latter.
Not even the later
lush with ambitious favors.
Those who like me
will soon slight me;
but you still love me.

Your love read upon lips
like remaining red upon hips
I once sought out for stability;
the ability to see
short phrases without calligraphy…

"Yes" between breaths.
Cries between sighs…
Witnessed limbs stretch
as if longitude lies…
and today,
I don't want to ask why.

It hurts.

It always gets a little harder;
watching these petals
dance in the water.
Profound reminder, I suppose
of doors we never closed…




………………until we had to. <3 br="br" evl="evl">
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"P. O. W."

"P. O. W."

And she won't run.
And I will capture.
And it's light fun;
But there's no laughter.

High noon
Following the sunrise
that crept in after the moon.
She makes the platoon swoon.
Delicate and fine;
But she requests front line.
Top tier volunteer.
My cheerful concubine.
She's my favorite soldier;
Especially when heat smolders.
Soft, sweaty skin glistens.
I command. She listens.
I demand. She supplies
With lowered eyes, full hands,
Bent knees, full mouth
And an ambition void of doubt.

And we don't race.
But I chase after.
And I keep pace.
And I will snatch her.

Headboard and four pegs.
I love the way it feels.
Camouflage across her legs.
Soft, leather laced heels
That never grace the minefield.
Drove through her delicate domain
With little ease for pain.
I patrol her plains.
Shell shocked from the stains.
Soft, sticky shards.
Withdrew my fleet. Caught off guard.
More seductive shrapnel
Than one private can tackle.
Invasion at her post.
Crashed against the coast
With artillery to boast.

And she's out there.
And the air is muggy.
And she always dies;
But it's not bloody.

She throws silent shade.
Stealthy sonar grenades.
Soaked but heat seeking
Lodged in throats demeaning.
She trades belligerent blade
With the butterscotch brigade.
My jar head remains pretty
While scoping in on the prissy.
My sergeant hits her shimmy
Without moving her feet.
Under her quilted tent of sheets
is a meal ready to eat.
Treading trenches few have seen
Taking sips from her canteen.
She accepts every directive
And fulfills her prime objective.

And I touch down.
And she will report.
And she makes rounds.
And there's no retort.

Right to left boot.
One precedes the other.
I don't want the troops.
I don't need another.
Purporting stalwart diligence
Even if it claims her innocence.
At the top of every list.
As if nothing else exists.
Pledging her allegiance
To the utmost appeasement.
That's an order.
Stood still through squalls
Like she doesn't feel water.
Sun scorches like mortar.
Before taking it further,
She begs for me to hurt her.
How sick is this cadet?
Ringing wet with vigor.
She wont shake or shiver
Until I stand and deliver.
Lips quiver,
But no frown.
She won't break down.
She loves it.
Seething with anger.
Dashing through danger.
G.I. with geisha hair
Running this gauntlet affair.
She climbs endless stairs.
An audience of endless stares
As she bores through bare
And she really doesn't care.
Left. Right.
Warm days.
Not nights.
She says it feels right.
Devotion of emotions
So extreme, they're deemed obscenity.
Confinement is her liberty.
She lusts after captivity.

And it still rains.
There are still flames.
And there's no shame.
Just some war games.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Extra Value"

"Extra Value"

Funneled though tunnels
With open eyes.
I love how it stings.
Dredged from dripping things.
Tossed high. Tumbled,
But never dry.
Drenched.
Dampness.
Hapless.
Happily lost in the mix.
Spiked like punch bowls.
Soul stirred like hot coals.
Sea foam spirit quells the pain
But respects the heat.
Temperature revered.
Only it's absence feared.
Joy found in misty eyes
Celebrating burning thighs.
Celestial coronation.
Heavenly sensation.
Liberty found confined
By the many "me"
That have no idea
What it's like to be free.
Clogged arteries healed
From finding extra value
In your happy meal.
Save the toy for later.
My inner fat kid
Grants you favor
After sampling your flavor.
Diligent masturbator
In light of what's savored.
Nasty nectar nuisance
with some special sauce
For your two cents.
Sweet and sour.
Processed power to please
Packed with fresh lettuce.
Don't forget to add cheese.
You're the plum pear parfait
That I enjoy near the parkway
Pedestrian style.
Gotta watch my weight
The way I view your waist.
I swear it's a waste
To let age nibble away
Without giving me a taste.
Blush makes up your face
Without cosmetic means.
I enjoy your glow and grace
As well as your tight jeans.
Simple afternoon scene.
Dressed clean,
Frame mean,
Hair holds a light sheen.
How playfully sunlight beams;
Drawing us near the shade
Of this modern day delicatessen.
Not fond of flash frying.
Dying of thirst in the worst.
Panting heavy over the bevy
Of topics worth conversing.
Let's share a single serving.
Had a slight hunch
That you would deem this light lunch
A little more than unnerving.
Ignore my hypothesis.
Found years of peace
Amid this twenty piece.
Moments special and savored
Like your favorite flavor.
It's would appear that
I've lost my dipping sauce.
One would soon figure
That it would coat an action figure.
That little boy with his toys.
Our little girl in her own world.
Fraternal ambience and fawn.
Play Place on the front lawn.
No talk of life plans.
No scenarios of high demand.
Just toddlers in the sand
And proud parents holding hands.

I love you, too. ♥

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Weave Through Raindrops"

"Weave Through Raindrops"

Soaked for years.
Faced my fears
With trembling legs.
Hobbling around misunderstanding
As if on pegs.
Blistering cold.
This moment is growing old
Yet I never felt so bold.

It's wet out here.
Open up the sky
And squint your eyes.
The inexperienced.

The unsettled.
Those lacking the precision
to make tough decisions
Must undergo profound transition.
They shy away from cold
As if they'll always be warm.
They talk brash and bold
As if it were perceived as charm.
They speak the harm
But never braved the swarm.
The throwaway are washed away.
They will not survive the storm.

Wind dodges my face
As debris dances with grace.
Fragments twist and curl.
Remnants of the world.

A storm is coming.

Forecast called for clear skies.
They said nothing of dry eyes.
Clouds gather in midday
And we have nothing to say.
Hardly noticed.
Never talked about
Until the foolish unsuspecting
Inadvertently find out.

A storm is on the way.

Did it have to be today?
Why not?
There wasn't much to say
If it were any other day.
Now they look to hideaway.
Everyone won't get away.
Those looking to dodge the fray
Soon find ruin and decay.

The storm approaches.

As the gust encroaches,
The fearful surely scatter.
They hide behind the roaches.
Their plight won't go unnoticed.

The sky is dark.

Embrace the pain.
Gather scars and gashes.
Nothing left to gain.
Time to rinse the stains.

Time to part the sky.

We only blink our eyes
To rinse away past moments;
But when wondering why,
One can't release the torment.
That's why we have torrents.
Hearts that remain hardened
Can't fathom begging pardon.
They drown in their rage.
Swollen and surly.
Scorn and selfish.
Sworn to suffocating
From needless exacerbating.

The storm is what I crave.

Solitary soul. Singular slave
Yet I flow free.
Nothing marred in deceit.
No reason to remain discreet.
Standing in the street.
Dead center.
Willing sender
Of well wishes in the winter.
How I love her storm.
Been there through the harm,
Nights when it wasn't warm
And always kept her charm.

The storm understands me.

I walk against the gale
Instead of turning around.
The world is whipped and tossed.
My feet never leave the ground.
I confide in her current.
Compromise does not exist.
We represent the resurgent.
Beings this world could not enlist.
She won't impart neglect.
I won't withhold respect.
I know what to expect.
She used to graze my neck;
But now, I just pass by.
I've embraced my pain.
I don't run from rain.
Her teardrops rinsed my stains.

The storm will never die.

She will always cry
For those who stain their eyes;
But I'm just passing by.
Sit there and wonder why.
If you remain discreet
And stand behind those lies,
You will walk the streets
And never come back dry.

You see, I've soaked for years
And faced all of my fears
So when the storm draws near,
I stand next to her tears. †EVL

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"In Confidence"

"In Confidence"

You say you don't know;
But I'm convinced you know better.
Your frequent freestyles
Flow fresh like love letters.
Was taught to see and believe;
But the display case deceives.
If I roll back your sleeves,
Your pulse provides premise.
Short abbreviations bred of more.
Novels galore.
Others will call it a bore.
I want to live in the store.
I want to hold hands
While we converse about past plans.
Your last man is of little importance.
Just divulge your dreams for reassurance.
It doesn't cleave to cry.
Free those eyes.
No sign of forfeit.
Loving tears trace a radiant portrait.
More or less,
I request the opportunity
to go toe to toe.
Let me challenge your stress.
No advantage is best.
No weakness is doom.
The playing field is level;
But two will leave this room.
Only darkness will remain.
You see, misery is vain.
She breaks the light switch
Because she can't clean the stains.
She won't break the chains.
She fancies shackles for bracelets,
Chokes herself with her necklace
And swears that it makes sense.
She wants your company.
You don't need to know why.
She'd prefer you didn't wonder.
Just lay down and cry;
But sunlight peeks bright
Beneath all of the shade.
Snatch off the sunglasses.
Toss them to the masses.
Exes might catch the shade
Like money shot magic.
The response will be subliminal.
It's not critical. Just tragic.
Not even worth your time.
Fine wine and expensive taste.
You're more than spare change;
So my receipt was misplaced.

You say you forgot about it;
But recall it all the same.
Barely chill. Hardly tame.
Lost the will to fight your flames.
Best believe I peep game
Without using the cheat codes.
I call it clairvoyance.
The kids call it beast mode.
Some women sharpen tone
In response to such things.
Others use warp zones
Searching for gold rings.
You crave me?
You want me
To enslave thee?
Pace it, baby.
Time is of the essence
And I know we're growing old
And I know that momma said
Eat up before it gets cold;
But let's savor the vittles.
Slow simmer before we sizzle.
Dial it down a little.
I just love to nibble:
Napkin rests upon your lap
As we exchange table scraps:
Misshapen morsels of mishap,
Fragments of flavored fancy,
Sherry and brandy spilled
Over a table stained with thrills.
Smitten with your glamour.
Warm from sips between banter.
You fit the crease of higher seams:
Closely knit within your dreams
Double stitched with aspiration.
How you peak my fascination.
Reluctant glances at my wrist.
I guess it's time to resign.
Would've fancied a kiss;
But a hug is just fine.
Peace signs exchanged.
We go separate ways.
A week passed by.
Spirits still high.
Bitters still bottled.
Room still glows.
Recent moments are never hollow.
My battery stays low.
Fell asleep atop my sheets.
Pillows strewn everywhere.
Subtle hints of your fragrance
And a hand full of hair.

So fervent.
So fair.
So beautiful.
You confide in me.
You request atonement;
But I'll never condone it.
No need to displace.
Nothing to erase.
Quit hiding your face.
Shame no longer stains it.
Display that loving grace.
Don't you dare contain it.
I stare at your smile
And get lost for awhile.
It resembles a vintage view:
Memories retraced and renewed.
Times of tranquility dashed
By such a dark past.
Lovely longing eyes.
Somber sighs.
Left hand cups your face.
Can't turn away from grace.
Soft skin grazes the fingertips
That gently trace your lips.
Illuminated scene.
Air crisp and serene.
Floor cluttered with worries
Cast among the jeans.
Remember when?
Me neither.
No need to recall
Anything past these halls.
We lay within these walls
With no salvaged regret.
Rest well, love. Never fret.
Live to forgive. Learn to forget.

It's been so long
Since I've heard your love song.
Guitar strings of neglect,
Piano keys worn and wet
From liquor spilled and slung.
Fell from a thousand rungs
Just to climb another ladder.
Thank me in the latter.
It's the morning after.
Just enjoy the laughter.
You feared love like the rapture;
But light shines from the rafters.

When the past is tragic,
We cultivate destructive habits;
But as long as you are willing,
I'll show you that life is valid.

I promise. †EVL

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Scrape The Sky"

"Scrape The Sky"


After hours in the grass
and I form fingertips;
pretending to capture images.
So used to this kind of intimate;
but not so much with you.
I wish to uncover you;
tiring of laying beneath
what keeps you so discreet.
I earnestly reach up high;
gently parting the clouds
as lovers would their eyes
in hopes of a better view.


I can't recall your countenance
or key in on what you resemble
but what happens in confidence
let's me know my hands are nimble.
I graze your fine skyline
like thread and thimble.
Your shape so fairly feline
but your skin smooth and simple.
Complex mental means and mixed dreams.
No solid semblance or scene.
Just faint reminders of slates unclean
sitting where the grass is green.


How poorly my memory serves me.
Truly unnerving.
Lord have mercy.
Forgive me.
I live lean;
leaving room for your saturation.
For the sake of fawn and fascination,
I ignore those who question maturation.
Some say you're a fabrication.
They claim that you aren't real;
but you transcend imagination.
I won't deny what I feel.


I let my hand linger
in the air like Gospel singers
or scorpions with sharp stingers
before I lick you off my fingers.
Such an amazing feat
I would proudly repeat
because your warmth greets my palm
with what tastes like expensive treats.
A milky way larger than Mars
better than milk chocolate marzipan
laced with maraschino marshmallows
dipped in Merlot and Moscato.


Dredged in syrup too sweet
for pancakes or waffles.
Dripping wild and free for me.
Deliciously coating fruit trees.
Magnificent decadence.
Such edible elegance
brings me to my knees
with an appetite Heaven sent;
So I've never had enough.
There's so much love to savor.
Extended hands are hardly labor
when reaching for your flavor.


I'll gladly be your skyscraper.
Keep me in your favor.
Time will never die.
With moist or dry eyes,
I will raise hands without shame.
I've no proof to claim.
You might not have a name;
but I love you all the same.
Thoughts of you shine bright
like street lights before the sun.
Even amid it's rays, I draw closer.
Make me your beholder.


Desire rests upon my shoulders.
I swear this air is colder.
The loneliness of weather
makes me wish I had feathers;
but I can only hope for wings.
This cold rain soaks and stings.
I'd relinquish worldly things
just to hear God's angels sing;
yet you just dangle on an angle.
At least that's how it appears.
I've stood on sheetrock and shingles
and I still can't see clear.


When I look up high,
can I scrape the sky
past the clouds that float
and the birds that fly?


When I look up high,
can I scrape the sky?
Collaborate with constellations
for a path drawing nigh?


When I look up high,
will you glance down low?
Will the planets align?
Will the galaxy glow?
Would God grant permission?
Would he allow you to go
to witness heartfelt renditions
of what I'll always show?
Can I show you forever?
With shoulders covered in feathers,
would you navigater weather
so we could be together?
If you have to leave,
will you ever come back?
I've rolled back my sleeves;
ready and willing to catch.


A gentle hiss flows
as the wind blows.
The softest of any kiss
never perched upon lips.
Dreaming of your hips.
Imagining your thighs.
From grassy plains, I take trips.
Mind slips and heart flies.


Onlookers will forever wonder why;
and until the day I die,
I'll chase that loving sigh.
Manipulate,
Navigate,
Excavate
till my life itself evaporates.
In search of you, I'll scrape the sky.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"(Synopsis): {Side}[Peace]"

"(Synopsis): {Side}[Peace]"

When will the lies end?
Likely after life ends.
Almost every heavy commitment
Comes with a few light friends:
"Oh. Okay. Alright. " friends
Who keep till the night ends.
Get home before morning
And hope they're still snoring.

Dumb ambition.
Retarded with the drive.
Treating Cupid like he's stupid
Just so they can "Feel Alive."
Their others are so significant
That they strategically show it;
Orchestrating sincerity and innocence
So that they always feel important.

It's the rush.
Mad, malevolent mush
In a frantic dash
Just to clash with the hush.
They become quiet.
They remain silent;
Treading backstreet environments
Amid thoughts proven violent.

Aggressive in pursuit.
Chasing thrills in the dark
Like the lost ark.
Infidelity is stark.
Therapeutic like new art.
Heightened precision under conditions
That involve conscious decision.
Playing poker with perdition.

Laughter in the swagger
Of SMS soaked seduction.
Met with messages directly,
But no credit for production.
Kept a clean slate.
Early morning phone calls.
Cleared call logs before late.
Loathsome labor. Lustful mind state.

He'll hide out
Before she finds out.
Took some time out
But always out and about.
She wishes he would.
He wishes he could
Be straight with her.
Up and down without frowns.

Somber thoughts so profound
That occasionally resound
When he wakes up across town.
Forbidden fruit in a night gown.
Gentle kisses not necessarily preferred
Because they aren't as soft as hers;
But he swears by this body
That the wicked wiles are godly.

It's the need.
Maybe greed:
Firmly planted in the gluttony.
Silently strewn secretive seeds.
Loquacious lobbying for feed.
Words of worry fancy weeds
That choke bold bearings with regret;
But no one knows; so why fret?

Why deny?
Why hide?
If he takes pride,
Will he lose the noble side?
Trick question.
Rhetorical inquiry.
One can want times infinity
But one can't ration serenity.

It's like affinity is illustrious:
Love life laid to waste
Yet so exquisite in taste.
Rich flavor.
Sought after and savored.
Well seasoned suspicious behavior
Requiring intensive labor
In hopes of avoiding neighbors.

He's the wily veteran:
Sour stomachs and weak knees
Become tasks performed with ease.
Some say it's a disease;
But if the emotional affliction
Is bred of involuntary conditions,
How much is the prescription?
All he had was gumption.

Forgone is the assumption
That double lives are like consumption
Of three day old grease:
Forcing and uneasy release
From every opening and crease.
Every illness will not cease.
Lost to me are explanations
On how this brings about peace;

But judgement was never claimed
By biased, spiteful owners.
At least not in legal manner.
I can take part in the banter,
Pull every card,
Observe the bashers,
But until I've swallowed pride,
I reserve to stand aside.

Never took that ride.
Haven't made those plans.
Haven't had to hide.
Never held those hands.
Can't look into eyes
Where years of tears have dwelled.
Never reached for Heaven
Whilst holding on to hell.

Never did condone the way
Or try to keep two hearts at bay.
Lifestyles change each passing day;
Just like words we used to say…………

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Mixed Drinks"

"Mixed Drinks"

Fell asleep in my recliner.
Woke up in deep water
Taking pride between thigh muscles.
Under Friday night lights,
We fight and tussle.
Maximum hustle.
Beautiful struggle.
Prettier than the face
At the center of my makeshift monocle.
Angular shots flash
From my photographic shot glass
Forty-five degrees for a playful pass.

Hands down.
Eyes lower.
Observe grandeur and lore.
Captain Morgan leads me to shore.
Softer than sand in the wind.
Ceiling fans above warm skin.
Circular rotations.
Uprising.
Ascension of fragrance.
Hormonal displacement.
Perspire with minimal patience.
Walk the line. Follow cadence.

Hug the bar top, pretty girl.
Hair covers your countenance.
Is there a lapse in confidence?
This was just round two.
That's fine.
Stick to the wine.
More Anejo for me.
You can sit through round three.
Who? Me?
Always a gentleman.
Gentle when I sip.
A handkerchief for your lips.

You say I'm a horn dog.
I like to think I'm a Land Shark
Swimming through Boston lager
Under your Blue Moon.
Can we leave soon?
They say aggressive drunks
Become Mad Dogs trapped in rooms
Where 20/20 vision can't resume.
Busy getting dizzy.
This one is fizzy.
You're feeling giddy.
Hours past tipsy.

Hugging this corner table
Like rungs on a ladder.
Exchanging farce filled fables
Amid short sips and laughter.
We spill, smile, hum
And chug spiced rum.
This receipt is a distorted feat.
Can barely compute the sum.
Chuckled way too hard.
Be nice to your bladder.
I'll wait right here.
We can head home after.

Your frothy mug is the truth.
We drank up the loot
So I bypass mandibles.
Member migrates past tooth.
Empty my champagne flute.
Stem twister ties the locks
But liberates hours of tension.
Don't forget the rocks.
My spirits carry more flavor
Than any lush could hope to savor.
You tip over the cask
And extract from the barrel:

Rub my Tom Collins
on your Shirley Temple
until I pop fast
like the contents of a shot glass
all over your pearly dimples.
Placement plain and simple.
Lather for your beautiful brown skin.
Lips display a cheerful grin.

Straws deliver cold servings
Of plum pineapple pear
Laced with pomegranate peach
Triple distilled 80 proof speech.
I remove your cold filter
To expose hints of warmth
Emanating from this service well.
Intoxicating taste. Inebriating smell.
I treat it well.
Generously dig in
Between shots of gin
Lips on sideways sway
From Amsterdam to Bombay.
Spread the bald eagle.
I'm reaching the Pinnacle;
Eating the cake and the icing.

On a limited edition mission
To alleviate your nerves.
Very special emissions
Say that you were reserved.
Hints of cherry and lemon-lime soda
But you're nowhere near sober.
No trace of innocence, surely.
Did you say your name was Shirley?
My name? Well, um…………
You can call me Evan.
I'm a brother from Bourbon.
My best friend is Jack Daniels.
He married Remy Martin
In Old New Orleans
But she left him for Jose' Cuervo
When he met Bacardi in Puerto Rico.

But anyways,
What more of you?
I enjoyed your long neck
And the glow in your hue.
Told you I'm a gentleman.
This isn't just a shake up
In hopes of smearing your makeup…………
……………………………………
……………then I wake up.

Was a glass sitting there?
Ringing wet hair
As I sit up in this lawn chair.
My flask is empty
And my bottle is bare.
Can't find my wallet anywhere.
It all felt like a dream.
No evidence of this affair.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Phoenix Risen: Groundless"

"Phoenix Risen: Groundless"

Been off so long
that I quit asking why.
I just fly.
I just place arms,
wrists and fingertips
above closed lips
and shrugged shoulders.

As I've grown older,
I've learned to observe my beholder.
I was a young boaster
that knew toaster and holster
but lacked tact as bolster.

I've seen how those
who elect to move slower
are assumed bolder
as if we're colder:
calling us soldier
but not inclined to fall in line.

I had to carry loads
like concrete folders
before I could become a floater.
Beholder told me
that only floaters can behold her.

I wanted so badly to hold her;
but moist eyes and butterflies
meant nothing to the incomplete
concrete that anchored my thighs.

Thighs so lovely
that lie before my eyes.
How dare I cry
when her sultry silhouette
imparts a warmth
that gently hugs me? .
Can thugs see?

These cement folders grew colder;
so I asked my beholder
to alleviate my shoulders
so that I could claim my prize.
He was not surprised.

He told me
"You can view all things
but still have yet to open your eyes."
After I heard him speak,
I looked down at my feet.

Ankles bound to shackles
linked to lead shoes.
Shoes that used to bruise
those who faithfully
peruse truth like world news.

Self inflicted ruse.
Acceptance of my lies
yet I gnaw away at chains
as if they were twist ties.
She closes her eyes.
She just turns away.

I usually hear "Goodbye,"
but she had nothing to say.
Can't recall the day.
Who knew I'd forget?
What else is there now?
Maybe I should quit.

That's when everything seemed to fit.
Young he wanted to forfeit.
Older me wasn't having it.
Replaced charm and wit
with wisdom and grit.

Ankles shattered shackles.
Found the strength to handle
what was placed upon my mantle:
shoulder strength in exponential lengths.

Acceptance and the will to appreciate
eventually led my beholder to alleviate
a weight as great as
these folders void of sense.

I began to see that
what I saw was loose contingency
based on what I wished to see:
Things I'd never be
born of a mind too blind to see.

Increments in age have imparted levity.
Never felt so free.
I've no wish to be.
My desire is a glowing fire
that burns for deeper yearns.

Things I used to spurn
that I've finally earned,
manifest concerns
have been altered, overturned
and churned into something richer.

Light would only flicker.
Couldn't see the bigger picture
until I left the ground
with no intent to look down.
Cement minds will drown.

A conscious plagued
by concrete crowns
and pavement parody
is the harshest form of hilarity
and undeserving of charity.
This is my clarity.

I am groundless.
Boundless.
Bound less to this ground
that offers at best
flimsy money schemes
and unsavory teams.
The sky offers dreams.

Dreams as real as blinding rays
when the sun gleams.
You see,
these old feet no longer cover streets
in hopes of feeling complete.

No longer placed under the impression
of bland blacktop brands and imperfections.
Replaced inflection with jovial expression.
New sessions.

No questions about protection.
No fearful inquiry dwells in this he:
the me that looks up earnestly
to he who created me.
Salvage sympathy.

I am boundless.
Groundless.
Ground less to what I wanted to believe.
One who perceives ways to deceive
will always underachieve.

In all honesty,
I honestly don't need hope.
Hope floats but faith flies.
Faith lasts but hope dies.
One is complete.
The other obsolete.

Never again will this world embrace my feet.
Air so fair,
sights so sweet
that every deep breath
imparts graceful retreat.

Feathers blow like sheets .
as I navigate the sky.
I meditate and levitate.
My magistrate sits up high.
Hearts sing in honor of blazing wings.

World wonders so very scenic
pale in comparison to Phoenix.
Day and night lend
wondrous ambience to my flight.
This is my chosen sight:

Wrapped within the skies
high above my earthly ties;
twisting embers in the winter
warm all under the beholder's eyes.
Don't ask why.

In time, you will understand.
Make light the load in your hands.
You deserve to be complete.
Break the shackles at your feet.

Lost in youth yet always blessed.
Complacent minds coaxed and caressed
will grow to recognize their stress.
The obsessed will soon profess:

Confess to being bound at best.
All lost among the found,
torn away from peace and rest
will remove folders from their vests…

And the beholder that observed me:
the he tired of being self obsessed
and transgressed will see
all of thee in unity.

You will be counted among the groundless.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Wrath Of Phoenix: Firestorm"

"Wrath Of Phoenix: Firestorm"

One step and I'm wet.
No regrets.
Just a few showers.
Feels like new power.
Exponential omnipotence
Increasing with each passing hour.
Bred of nightmares.
Bad dreams.
Cold air.
Long screams.
It's hard to stay within means
When you're soaked to your jeans
And you're afraid to flee the scene;
Feeling dirty when you're clean.
Familiarity is shame
When someone mentions their name.
The grief is hard to tame
When you take part in the games.
When you feed yourself the lies;
Holding on to what will die,
Stomach filled with tears you cry;
But you say they're butterflies.
Dry eyes are once again stained;
But I no longer feel the pain.
Rage is all that will remain.
I've found vengeance in this rain.
Beaten. Bludgeoned. Bloody. Bare.
Her drops gently rinse my hair.
Scornful soul of silent stares.
I have found someone who cares.
Streaks of light scratch through the skies.
I no longer wonder why.
I look high upon her grace.
She washes my face and eyes.
Can't recall when I last cried.
I've grown fond of flying high.
Moist air sings from silken wings.
Icy frost that used to sting.
Was once such a feeble thing.
Thought to be weak and frail.
Loosely bound in string and rings,
I found freedom in her hail.
Frightened faces flushed and pale.
Pleasant plains rough shod and ravaged.
Whether saved or bound for hell,
None are exempt from the savage:
Trials of torrents wreaking havoc.
Embers shimmer bright and warm.
Hearts will cower. Flaming showers.
Every soul exposed is harmed.
Every life is proven valid.
All will suffer through the swarm.
She will dictate who is salvaged.
What remains burns in our storm. †EVL P†F

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Introduction To E.V.L.(Every Valid Life)"

"Intro To E.V.L.(Every Valid Life)"

My tongue is EVL.
sharp daggers to your conscious,
I love less. Speaking truth,
hurting roots and making you re boot.....
Scared?
When I write, I ignite,
rewrite and comprise,
my demise lies on those sheets of paper.
Love ; my raper.
My heart is occupied.
Love with nowhere to go.
Stop sign on expression.
But when I'm on stage,
that's my heaven.
Erogenous Pain.
Erogenous Storm,
forever on the rise.
True beauty in my eyes.
Full off lies and starved in reciprocation.
My mission is to heal, NEVER conceal.
My body is my instrument.
Play me and see what happens.


Loves Medusa, Grand Ruler.


We'll bring you to your knees.
Impart with crushed hearts
Of scornful swarming bees.
Make it hard to see.
Share stories of minds shattered.
Disdain and pain scattered
Across the wall. Let it splatter
Like bits of brain matter.
Told us the shame matters;
But love was deemed insignificant.
Cower before the omnipotence
Of vessels void of innocence.
This is the cruelest climate.
Light hides as the Storm swells.
Phoenix flames untamed burn violent.
This is pure hell. E.V.L.


Crash course

Full force

Loves bullet

I light it, you pull it

In love with my hands

Take care of my demands

Every Valid Life counts

Pain is strength with continuous growing amounts

It's easy to hate you

And the lies still seep through

Triumphant in my care

No longer there

Loves rare


I never knew a heart so lonely as to where they neglected a broken one


Whose holding the gun


Of sacrifice


...This is our life


So bold.
Too cold.
I will scold
Before we grow old.
Told you tomorrow
And repeated it yesterday:
YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY.
Not today.
No longer asking why.
I just gouge your crooked eye
Until you kneel to 5'9" high.
My slaughterhouse sigh.
Made me cry.
Pupils and retinas leak.
Made me feel so weak,
So you're bound to these sheets.
Fangs replace teeth.
Flesh tastes sweet
After the punch, slap,
Bang, skeet feat of defeat.
You wish it was discreet.
Let the block see
What you mean to me.
I love you, baby.
Sweet lady in her splendor:
Mangled and dismembered.
Product of my new temper
And I'm the proud presenter.


OF E.V.L.

Written By: Erogenous Storm and Phoenix Force(Evelyn Rivera and Devin Joseph Metz)

"Number Won"

"Number Won"

I'm on one, too.
Three strikes.
Four scores.
Five stars
and six degrees
on the seventh day
of figure eights
around nine lives.
Perfect ten.

I'm all eleven wonders in one.
The ace after the even number
with the convenient clarity
of a multitude or singularity.
Blackjack barometer.

Your makeshift thermometer
Accuses me of fondling numbers.
Well when I'm six feet under,
Will I replace the ninth wonder?
I'm searching for answers
With this eight ball in my hands.
Does it say I'm twice as lucky
Or I don't stand half of a chance?

Stood still from four points
Just to view the Sabbath
With no statistical chance
To engage in bad habits.
Three sixty five days
And I only got it twice;
So on day three sixty six,
I better get my fix.

On an arithmetic mission
That requires lowered eyes,
A rock solid coefficient
And two separated thighs.
Submission to long division.
Variable extraction.
Addition by subtraction
Always simplifies the fraction.

You think that's incredibly sexy.
Likely why you call and text me.
I know you wouldn't test me;
But something tends to vex me:
This is your seventh visit
To my domicile to date.
If the clock creeps past eleven,
Would you consider that too late?

It's ten thirty nine,
your fourth glass of wine,
And the last forecast
Said the weather wont be fine.
Found about three blankets
And an extra two pillows.
Air is sixty three degrees.
You're on true chill, though.

Damn. Was I too uncouth?
Was that vermouth eighty proof?
Maybe platonic is the truth.
So much for my sweet tooth.
Thought I was deep in the game.
Thought we were one in the same.
Riled me up and left me tame.
I just lay here feeling lame.

It was twelve fifty four
Before I slept through your snores.
Now it's one twenty nine.
You reach in from behind.
Two or three blinks
And I can feel you wink.
Lust level at eleven.
Hands squeeze as they sink.

Had too much to drink?
I mean I've learned my lessons:
Know when not to think
And avoid twenty one questions.
Forget that last minute.
Make the most of each hour.
Actually, no time limit.
Just a session and a shower.

Ten fingers.
Yeah. Two hands
And a pair of lips
Surround one shaft
Like one bad mother.
Damn right.
Lost track of time
But we both won tonight.

Never knew where or when
I would get back in those guts
As you scaled numerous limbs
In hope of more than two nuts.
Enjoyed eight little deaths.
Was going for all nine lives,
But we've lost enough sweat.
It's five fifty five.

You sure you have to go?
Stay a little after six.
I've so much more in store.
Learned a handful of tricks.
You say "On day three sixty six,
I might check up on you.
But hey, we did have fun."
Damn. She was on one, too.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Conscious Coitus"

"Conscious Coitus"

Knead what you need
on knees for seeds
like bath beads
from the membrane
that scatters splattered batter
across mainframes before laughter.

My thoughts are spilling.

Duck and cover.

Let me leak, then…

Let me leak then.
Find my peak with
no words to speak.
Barely mumbled.
Never humble.
Toss, topple and tumble
til snores follow grumbles.

Brains listen with ample ear lobes
to one who takes them
halfway around the globe
with the least of clothes.
Traveling free for me to see…

Far from a god but
across the sheets from deity;
immaculate injections
melt into skin
clawed so raw till pain
resembles the stars they saw.

Body parts pinned down;
so dead to rights
that you'll whisper
"Fuck Life."
Repeated deaths craved
and revisited like relapse
as you gasp.

Can't fall back on top.
Won't fall over bent over.
Survey follicles
and rove with mandibles
across the tangible.
Concrete meat meets sheets.

Blatant when discreet;
so if this isn't the preferred feat,
say "Stop" and I might go.
Think "Stop" and I'll say "No."
Mind and mouth fed.

Head full from what
emerges from the cranium.
Cranium on E like
happy candy and epilepsy
with side effects like
dry mouth and damp panties.

Envied by those
who befriend me
before they see
their fair ladies
fawn over daydreams
of their flagrant foul fantasy
involving "He" or me;

But I'm selective with my friendly.
I see your shimmy
and thickness desired.
Desired by the skinny.
Thigh plans and ass interpretations.

Never thirsty but
I appreciate the great lake:
Moisture assured from words
you may have read or heard
too absurd to hide
quivers and shakes.

Not ready to recall.
Still enjoying the free fall:
Waist follows.
Face first.
Doing my very best worst
to make more than the voice burst.

We shine in the center of a shrine:
Hapless artwork
bred of short skirts
and torn shirts.
Followed a flirt.
Forgot mourning.
Good Morning.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Hot Nights(Asylum)"

"Hot Nights(Asylum)"

This is just…………

Late night.
Dim lit.
Smart scenery selection
For acting like dimwits.
Get stupid.
Get lit.
Go dumb.
Can't quit.
Held you tightly.
Hands so numb.
Biting your lips.
Give me those crumbs.
Here we go.
Here they come.
The music is loud.
Blend in with the crowd.

This is so…………

You say I wont make it.
You think I can't take it.
You think I just fake it.
You act like I'm naked.
You like pushing buttons.
Quit talking. Move something.
Slow then fast.
We'll finish last.
Just instrumentals.
Pick up the tempo.
Pace is incremental.
Leave me a memento.
Hips to bottom lips.
They both graze the dental.
Time to dip and slip.
So much for the simple.

This is all…………

Corks explode from bottles.
You take me full throttle.
Eyes just look around.
Damn. It's going down.
The whale just sunk the boat;
So you begin to float.
You grind against my growth.
I grab you by the throat.
Clap it in my lap.
I just wanna tap.
It feels like I'm trapped.
Homie gave me daps.
Something must be wrong.
I start feeling weak.
You expose that thong.
Separated cheeks.

This right here…………

Damn.
That's your jam.
Here's your favorite spot.
Skin is wet and hot.

Jerk.
Bounce.
Wobble.

Dip.
Sip.
Swallow.

Whip.
Work.
Follow.

Twerk.
Toss.
Towel.

Profuse perspiration.
No interpretation.
Lost in the translation.
Such a warm sensation.

Dyslexia in facets.
Distorted and loud.
Ninety-six drink glasses.
Sixty-nine ways to clear the crowd.

Groups can't help but stare.
Sweat drips from your hair.
No one calls Security.
We don't even care.

I swear this is…………

Delightful dementia.
Our favorite dilemma.
Your soft lips caress me.
Twisted epilepsy.
Strobe lights shining bright
While we wrestle and fight.
Garments are displaced.
Scrambling for a taste.
Pull it out.
Put it in.
Wipe my chin.
Evil grin.
The crowd starts to cheer.
Moans fill every ear.
Time is drawing near.
The club begins to clear.

This was…………

Unheard of familiarity.
Unmatched similarity.
Murky, shrouded clarity.
Deranged means of charity.
Gave the crowd some levity
Instead of things to hide from.
Insanity is fantasy.
The floor is our asylum.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Dripping Lips"

"Dripping Lips"

I hold quaint conversing
With the mere thought of you.
Dreams manifested under the glow
Of a moon that only shows
What I reserve under secrecy
Until none are near me.
None are present to dash you.
No dominion near to steer me.

You exude slippery smooth tones.
Your words feel slick and greasy.
Could it really be this easy?
I fear that I may become queasy.
Don't just look to please me.
Don't stroke my ego with trust.
It's days past swollen from lust.
One sharp thrust and it may bust.

Messy hands you willingly examine.
Feast on my offering after the famine.
I love to watch you gorge
With a hunger most can't imagine.
Your image will fade away.
Such is outlined in life's script.
All that's left to greet the day
Are remnants of dripping lips.

Brush strokes slam against canvas
As you peel through the pastels,
Glide gracefully past watercolors
and greet me where the ink fell.
A Scotch soaked mind
Found focus through the tears
To use what colors he could find
Just to briefly bring you here.

I discuss life with your portrait.
Your silhouette is fresh and wet.
Five glasses made you wink;
A gesture I'd never forget.
You sound so very soft;
Liquid lover sent from high
To cater to my afternoon.
I don't want the paint to dry.

You blow the sweetest kisses.
You command those batting eyes.
Your lashes highlight those eyeglasses.
I lean back and graze the skies.
I believe it was glass seven
When I came back from my trip
To see my angel return to Heaven
And leave me with dripping lips.

Walked hand in hand with your desires;
Words that strike me to this day.
I hope that we find a way
To make sure they finally stay.
You're such a tease;
Telling me you hold me dear,
Swearing that you've held back tears
And I can hardly keep you near.

Regardless of how bad it seems,
This is not a sad love scene.
Thoughts we trade are perfect. Pristine.
We just stay within our means.
I sit with you.
You lay with me.
I feel you near.
We just…………can't be.

We swap out our well wishes
To trade decadent, explicit dishes:
Desire through the wire.
Advances by text message.
I download your attachments
And get lost below your hips.
Fond memory cluttered with tidbits
Of those swollen, dripping lips.

I want a sip.
I want to be soaked.
Run down my throat.
I want to choke.
I want to drown.
Cut off my air, baby.
Don't you dare save me.
Leak with frequency, fair lady.
The aftertaste is sweet.
I don't mind a little savory.
Put this face to work, love.
I don't mind at all. Labor me.
I don't care who finds out.
It matters not who sees.
Just grab each and every braid
And bring me to my knees.
Try not to lose your grip.
Just let my fingers slip.
My tongue will dance and flip.
You just dunk and dip.
He's still out of town.
She left on a trip.
Let it come crashing down.
Drench these dripping lips.

Let my hand go.
I'm not Picasso.
I speak as night air flows.
I drink and talk slow.
Your touch is brief at best;
Likely why my mind skips
Between soft kisses from Mrs.
And your dripping lips…………

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Intergalactic"

"Intergalactic"

I had to turn my head
On an angle just to see right.
Could've hid my face; but instead,
I let you blind me with your light.

You're out of this world.
Where did you come from?
Your existence is minimum.
Your rarity is premium.
Time space continuum?
Could I still be dreaming?
You say I fit your curriculum.
There's no need for screening.

Maybe I am a case study.
I'd gladly be your subject;
I'm so delightfully objectified;
So why would I object?

Can't fathom how this feels.
You sure you're here for me?
This is simply unreal.
It's still too bright to see.

I've wondered what would be
Should we ever come in contact:
Would I follow willingly
or find reasons to retract?
Not like I have a choice.
My decisions hardly matter
When such a lovely voice
Imparts endearing chatter.

Elements gather when you talk.
I swore this was a fallacy;
Because I don't even hitchhike
But I'm wrapped within your galaxy.

You've that supernatural rhetoric.
I take in everything you say.
I may never walk away.
Let's make forever our first day.

Listen.
Your glowing skin
And silky sway
Makes me crave you
In the worst way.
Drown me the milky way.
Smother me.
Make me want to stay.
Make separation a hardship.
Remove it from my logic.
Replace it with soft lips
Wrapped around identifiable objects.

You're special.
Not like endangered species;
But more like extraterrestrial.
How dare I be so skeptical?
How could one be so critical?
Why latch on to cynicism
When such a lovely individual
Dashes all of my criticism?

I've showered in the sun's rays
And swam freely through the moon;
But I never dreamt that one day,
The universe would make me swoon.

Under God's concentration,
The stars were formed and aligned
To create beautiful constellations
In honor of his design;
But if his endless power
Was never clearly defined,
I'd show you to the planets.
Your grace will be the underline.

It would be presumably tragic
To say you're merely magic.
Kiss me through the static.
I'm done with temporary.
Let's make love automatic.
Feed me til I'm manic.
For you I'm a fanatic.
Blood rushes like I'm frantic.
I need you like a cure.
I want you like an addict.
You're light years past pure.
Your love is intergalactic.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Pretty Pearl Necklace"

"Pretty Pearl Necklace"

She takes it on the chin
With a cute, playful grin;
Running fresh on her chest
As it rests on her skin.

I stand tall against the wall
And extend my long neck
For her long neck.
Cute face.
Big hips.
Nice lips.
Wet tongue.
Warm neck.

Her palms sweat
And her cheeks swell.
Eyes well with tears.
Mine from the ringing
That fills my ears
When she begins to hum.
Hers from me treating
Her voice box like a drum.

Percussion with precision.
Neighbors love to listen.
She just makes it glisten.
She doesn't ask for permission.
Nothing beats a tongue bath
From such a filthy mind.
She kept her plan in mind
While I took her from behind.

Nothing more to find.
No test of my physique.
Just a fist full of hair
And a slow grind technique.
She says it's no fun
Until her makeup runs
And when I find my target,
She'll help empty the gun.

She's nasty.
She's so damn classy.
Curls ringing wet with sweat
And her attitude is sassy.
She wants it badly.
She knows the directives.
She just adds her touch
To make sure she's effective .

Those tonsils are colossal
And when she closes her throat,
She takes it full throttle.
I see why she gloats.

She lets me take her
For
A
Ride

As I stare at her
Beautifully
Bare
Backside .

She just opens wide.
She wants me to glide.
Tongue moves side to side.
I just have to slide.

She wont close her eyes.
She won't miss a second.
Saying "I'll take this one first;
But I'll be back for seconds…"

A force to be reckoned.
She won't let me free.
She devours me in sections.
She can't wait to see…

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My soul just ran away.
All that I had lobbied
Is now on bright display
Across most of her body.
All she does is smile.
She enjoyed the show.
I just lost a pile.
She just lets it flow.
She loosens her grip.
I convulse and trip.
She licks her lips.
She let's it drip.

As she cleans the tip,
She says that she's impressed.
Amid a slow rub and caress,
It goes well with her dress.
I guess that makes me presidential.
She's my mistress and first lady;
Because she's so instrumental
In being the boss's baby.

The alpha male
Delivers all the mail
To the main lady.
She wears me like chain mail:
Good gravy.
Goo.
Batter.
It doesn't matter…………

…………when I see that chin
With that cute, playful grin,
That bright, glossy chest
And that wet, glistening skin……

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Mission Statement: Society Of Poets"

"Mission Statement: Society Of Poets"

Found love in a rhapsody.
Everything I would become
Laid its groundwork after me.
Might have been more than love.
It think it was life, actually.
It shaped how I approach things
And rearranged my faculties.
No one can take that from me.

Found love in a rhythm.
A rite of passage.
Not just a routine,
Ritual or rhyme scheme.
Every path will be different;
Even if we share the same dream.
I learned that one incurs limits
By just focusing on the theme;
So I look for substance instead
Because if status clouds your head,
You won't remember what you've said.
Your words are better off dead;
Stretched wide across ridiculous themes
Crucified by unnecessary limits
That have openly chocked your dreams.
A path of gimmicks is never different.
The same ritual and rhyme scheme
That fell victim to some routine.
Invoke your own rite of passage.
Love the rhythm in your means.

I'm good if few know me.
I'm so far from Phenom
And much closer to mystery;
So I'll be the enigma.
Can't trace my steps.
Can't recognize my signature.
I've observed how overexposure
Can be a damning expenditure.

I buffer light when I write.
It's on display all day
And it glows so bright at night.
I've yet to lose my way.
Words I've yet to write,
Things I've yet to say,
Soldier willing to fight
For those willing to pray
On behalf of the many
That some see as the few:
Those who ran out of paper
For the picture that they drew,
Grief stricken with labor
Desperately hoping for something new,
Bloodshot eyes that cry
When their thoughts cannot be processed,
I write love in lieu of them.
I'm dedicated. I might be obsessed.

You can't take this from me.
There's some levity in my faculties.
I've learned how to approach life.
I give it back actually.
This is my labor of love:
Groundwork that thrives after me.
You never know what you'll become
Until you find love in a rhapsody.

Whether salty tears are savored
Or you tend to smile and grin,
Never throw away your paper
And don't dare abuse your pen.

Protect and promote your craft.
Take pride in how you show it.
Denounce the crass for working class.
Create a Society Of Poets.

Written by: Devin Joseph Metz

"Dirty Photos And Dream Catchers"

"Dirty Photos And Dream Catchers"

Dreamt about you last night.
Yeah I know: Fancy that, right?
Went back some years
To our umbrella under moonlight,
Our favorite spot to eat late night
And long embraces met by sunlight.

I really miss that.
I guess I did act
Like it would surely leave me.
I know it's never that easy.

Not when thoughts of you
That were once among the few
That used to vex me daily
Are now all that soothes the ailing;
The sailing of a soul
Across an ocean of mediocrity;
Gentle winds yet choppy waters.
Diving in won't purge hypocrisy;
So I try to stay afloat
Until I reluctantly land
Into the cold lap of lovers;
Bound to slip through their hands.

Perception resembles chain links:
Joined at the arms without hands,
Pulled from both ends as it stands,
Intertwined in a much larger plan,
Forever bound by intricate means.
No deliberate charge of contact;
But our heartstrings coil in unison
So far away yet still intact.

That was my daydream.
I felt your touch;
But you were so far away.
It was such a rush
To say it was just mid day.
I could taste you
Yet I never faced you.
Lines I couldn't trace through.

Stuck there in my chair
With thoughts of you straddling me.
Two hands full of your hair
As we engage in battle playfully.
I willingly lose this tussle
As I succumb to thigh muscle.
This is too much to contain;
But you know I love the pain.

It was just a familiar strain.
Nothing real for me to gain.
Just a lonely closed office
And garments riddled with stains.

It's almost too dangerous to think.
I must sever these chain links;
But I'm on the fence instead.
To this day, you remain in my head.

Sent you a text a few hours ago.
Was headed to our spot.
Wondered if you wanted to go.
Hoped that you were in town.
Not like you'd come around.
We both had our convictions,
But my addiction tracks you down.
I need serious help.

Found those explicit photos.
They lay beneath some socks.
Small memorials to concealed lust.
I kept the keys to those locks.
Said I'd engulf them in flames,
But I remember pet names.
Said I'd cut them into pieces,
But this host still harbors leeches.

Told you I have a problem.
Try as I may,
I relive our past every night
And dash my future during the day;
But I've planned my getaway.
It's foolproof. It never fails.
Nocturnal musings that come my way
Will follow what hangs from this nail.

I'll sleep good tonight.
No cottonmouth or cold sweat.
No bed sheets left sticky and wet.
No lustful mind struggling with regret…

But thoughts are still in my head.
Daily tents are pitched in my bed.
I still haven't changed the locks.
I mailed you what was under the socks…

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

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I'm through wondering.
I'm done asking you why
It's so hard to avoid
Getting yourself into trouble.
When I get ready to leave,
That's when your efforts double.
If it looks like I just may go,
You say "No!" and hope I move slow.

That's how it used to be.
That's how I used to see;
But nothing hurts more
Than what you used to do to me.
See, I know how it feels
To lick emotional scars;
But your cuts will never heal
You're in the dirt. I'm behind bars.

Murder in the first degree.
That's what they heard from me.
This little girl mad at the world
Was on a killing spree.
See, the unholy truth, baby
Is that I'm a very angry lady.
Deep seated behind this smile
Is a child that was reviled.

Mother never really developed
To look quite like me;
So she would call me ugly
and say no one would like me.
She used to fight me.
I dodged the pots and pans.
Of course the judge would indict me
For having her cleaver in my hands.

That wasn't long ago.
There's so much more to show.
Aside from a jealous mother,
My big brother stole the show.
He never helped in my school fights.
He closed his door on most nights
When my stepfather hit the lights
Like it would hinder my sight.

My brother knew about it.
Mother did too;
So he can't take all of the blame.
He was a kid, too.
All that pounding and thrusting
From a man who was lusting
After a ten year old child.
Tell me, mom. Was it worthwhile?

Was it that vile?
Was it grotesque
For you to sit there staring
While your man gave me his best?
When you fell to your knees
With your blood spreading like disease,
He rose up and yelled out "please!"
"Just end this now! Leave all at ease!"

He was such a tease;
Even when he was older.
He lost most of his strength;
But he still has those broad shoulders.
He used to mount and pin me.
Now with the rage within me,
I straddled him, tied his wrists
And gutted him like a fish.

This is real to me.
None of it fictitious.
Nothing these days is more delicious
Than what's violent and vicious.
I used to loathe this anger.
Now it's become my best friend.
I suppose I'm no longer a stranger.
Hell, my legacy may never end.

Sent a letter to my brother's family
Offering condolences and sympathy.
Since I was there when he drowned,
I thought I would find some empathy.
I've always been alone.
Never vicarious in nature;
But if he were on this phone,
Would that suddenly change the flavor?

Does it really even matter
That a woman let the blood splatter?
Does it make you sadder?
What happened to the laughter?
No time for blues, right?
You wanted news, right?
I've paid my dues, right?
Here is your muse. Write.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz

"Phoenix † Force "

"Phoenix † Force "

Nexus of the galaxy.
Harbinger of Hellfire.
Seed of triumph and tragedy.
That which is feared and desired.
Higher than perception.
At home with misconception
Void of all discretion,
Yet revered in recollection.

She has many names
And has taken countless forms.
She will not be tamed
By mere gusts and thunderstorms.
She does not thirst for fame.
She only seeks to feed the flames;
Leaving dust among all plains.
Consumed whole. Little remains.

Wicked Wyvern of wrath
Wreaking havoc in her path.
Waging war against no faction.
All who dare oppose are snatched;
Enveloped and engulfed
By a wall of searing heat.
Her presence is not discreet;
But few live to recall defeat.

She has been dispersed
To the corners of the universe.
She's been torn into gashes
And left among the ashes;
But nothing can contain
That which anchors in existence.
Those who will not refrain
Will soon regret their persistence.

Dust begins to slowly to steam
The sand starts to cream.
The heavens rip at their seams
From one sky splitting scream.
How dare you face your nightmare
And wish that it was a dream?!?!
That grimace between blank stares
Pushes your fear to new extremes.

We treat destruction like seduction:
I acknowledge her desire
To invoke violent eruptions
In a lust to feed our fire.
None are exempt from judgement:
Be it those who plant the seeds
To fulfill their own needs
Or righteous souls void of greed.

Your eyes begin to widen.
You find a place to hide in.
Her blue surface burns white.
She devours remnants of light.
The stars are chased away.
Her wings eclipse the sun.
This will be your last day.
She and I are now one.

Black Angel.
Chaos Bringer.
Child born of the void
Between what dissipates and lingers.
Engine of extinction
That transcends royal distinction.
Conduit of conviction
Claiming universal affliction.

You may attempt to resist;
But your time is overdue.
We will erase all that exists.
It will start or end with you. P†F

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz