Can you remember your first steps?

You break into independence, is like your “Here I Come World”

My son, knee high at 11 months

Bigger than most at his age

Stands up for the first time in front of my eyes

His a king in the middle of his castle

Surrounded my lights and noise making toys

He plays with the most basic of things but his smile

Is like he has the world in his palm

His brown eyes open wide to see humanity

Peach like cheeks and his front teeth show

Curls and baby food on his shirt

He makes a fist and his face of happiness turns to determination

I stay in awe; I can reach out and help him stand up

But I want to see what he does, trail by error

He falls the first time, looks at me and laughs

My instinct is to reach out my arms, he reaches back

So he tries again, more focus, he used what around him

To lift himself from the ground

He learns that sometimes we need help to overcome our downfall

And there, his eyes looking forward to his destination

He takes his first step with his right foot

“Here I Come World”

I am another product from a broken home

Another static of a Hispanic home

Hustler, Doctor, Basketball Player or even a Poet

I just want to be able to take my 2^nd step

Without tripping on my 1^st

Making a mark in this world on my own

So my name is remember long after I am gone

His left leg bends slightly enough to take another step

“Here I Come World”

I am a heartbreaker, Casanova by trait

But he most learn that woman are the most precious things

They give us birth and teach us how to become man

He will learn that without self love we can’t love others

Love God, your Mother, Family and Friends my son

And when you heart breaks know that there a reason for everything

God doesn’t give us more then we can handle

Our faith is tested every day by self doubt and hate

But how we react to things is what sets us apart

At so young he learns that love gives us the fuel

To taken on any obstacle

His right leg moves in front of him- His 3^rd step

“Here I Come World”

I will not be classify by my skin color, accent or background

I am more than a name, a face in a melting pot

I am Miami at its purest; I hold the DNA of 4 countries in my veins

My heart pumps to the beat of my Mother’s Bachata

And my Father’s inspirational words

Tostones and Pasta!

To know where you are going you need to know where you come from

The backbone of a single Mother

You are her heart!

The rib of a single Father

You are his lungs!

Not a mistake but instead a result of what once was love

So don’t ever question God’s will

His 4^th step is excitement

“Here I Come World”

I will not be held back

Left behind or forgotten

A name lost in tongues, as life will test your faith every day

And you will question your fate.

As every day prayer aren’t answers by miracles

But is answer by dawn breaking songs of canaries

As waking up in the morning is a miracle at its purest

The temptations of money leave egos behind pride

As rides of uncertain future hold your life plans hostage

Age knowing that you are more than a tool but a vessel

You are God’s love and thru you he will speak the truth

Now his once determine face

Turns to happiness as he yanks on my jeans

For me to pick him up, tire from his 1st steps

He got to his destination the arms of his Father

I lift him, and give him a kiss

He sees in me what I don’t see in my self

He doesn’t worry what I have done

Or how many tattoos I have, what the size of my bank account is?

He just wants my love

“Here I Come World”

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Close your eyes and extend your hand

Anticipate a gift

Free your mind and let the scent of what could be

Enter your soul and inspire your heart

Feel the earth on your palm

The sensation of happiness

As the pedals of these flowers

Are blind and they study your face with gentleness

Taken in the aroma of roses, sunflowers, orchids and tulips

Open your eyes and see beauty

Vibrant colors of hope break hesitation

As your pupils become windows to the human soul

And the bricks of your wall shatter

The sun appears in the horizon

Stars dance with each other

As the moon plays songs that take us back

To a time where commitment

Meant walking you to your next class

A kiss in the cheek was the highlight of the school day

These flowers are not meant to sweep you of your feet

They are meant to reminded you

When you open your eyes in the morning

That I am thinking about you.

Ezzio aka E-Poetry (c)

I stand in front of you with the red tulip you love

And the heresy kisses that like so much.

My heart is in my palm

A hole in my chest that reveals my soul

Yet u can’t see me

I have my arms extended for you to embrace my love

Yet you turn away

You swing your hair

Your backs turn to me and you say I DON’T LOVE YOU

Like my love is not good enough

I was just a pawn in your game of life

Never your king just some one that you thought it was a good fuck.

And all the little films in my head that we made where just fiction

You bended the truth and told lies and now we have all this friction

We can’t even have a conversation unless is thru text or Myspace

Which I’m not even in your top 8

(aint that some SHIT!)

I seen how others have treated you

You ask god for a good man

But yet when a good man is front of you

You don’t see that good man

You get blinded by the jewels in the mouth of the other man

His chong that he bought at the usa flea market

His metro that gets no reception.

He doesn’t even high school education

He has no goals and aspirations

Doesn’t understand you or appreciate you

Takes you for granted and think of himself before anyone else

We all go tru hard times

But there no valid excuse to be a lazy ass

When you got to ask your girl to pay your bills

There something wrong with that.

He has as many felonies and he has baby mamas

Rides the bus because his car been in the shop for the past 4 months

No job but finds away to buy a ounce of weed every week

And his Chevy is seating on 22

But his son has not food

He breaks you. Bi-liters you

He rapes you. And takes your check to go on a date with a another woman

You been cheated on more time then you can count

When you say something wrong you feel his back hand

And you take it all because you think he will change someday.

It don’t matter if his done one of this things or done them all

He will never change that just natural law.

But you wanted a good man.

A friend that became a lover

Knows the ins and outs of you

Someone you can call at 4am

Because you had just ones of those days

And needed to get something of your chest.

To help you thru the hardest times in your life

And wants to make u his wife

Share his goals and dreams with you

Value your opinion and take your advice

A man that takes you for who u are

Even with you’re in perfections and the little dorky thing you do sometimes

A man that will give his last breath in his lung so u have another day to live

A man that would swim the oceans just to get to another continent

Write you a letter and tell you I still love u if I was this far away.

A man that would walk to thru sharp glass

Fight the most fear beast to honor your name.

A man that would buy u flowers on a Wednesday

Just because he knew it would brighten your day

Write you something on the bathroom mirror

So when u wake up you where reminded of his love

Life is not about the material stuff that a man can buy

But it’s about the love he can give you.

Call you in the middle of the day and tell you I miss you.

That coach bag aint going kiss you back

Or cuddle with you at night

Make those dark days feel bright.

I was this man and beyond that.

A boy won’t admit his mistakes

It takes a real man to know when he is wrong.

So IM SORRY FOR ALL THOSE MOMENTS YOU THOUGHT U WERENT LOVE

I stand in front of you and confess to you.

I’m not a perfect man but I am a good man

Ezzio Lavarello ©

I want someday to be today and today will be tomorrow but tomorrow will become yesterday

(Singing)

Yesterday is long gone
And tomorrow doesn’t seem to bring any new hope
Because just like today you will not be here
And my heart is confused between the present time and the past
I wake up in the morning thinking that your laying next to me
but when I open my eyes u are gone
it was just a hunting dream
of the moments we share
a hunting dream of moment that are imprinted in my mind
of the time that you once loved me
I can write you poems with no end
tell you O love you..
si te amo con todo mi corazon
pero ayer se fue i hoy me siento
perdido en el pasado
but just like my broken promises
those words no longer affect you
I no longer bring a smile to your face
I no longer spark the light that made you shine
and you found comfort in other man
mended your heart with another man’s touch
and you say your love for me will never return
each conversation with you is just a hi and bye
and I’m trying to be a friend
but I can’t deny that my love for you never leaved my heart
I myself found comfort in other woman’s touch
trying to spark that torch inside me
but your my flame
cause without you I’m not hole.
My heart beats from the air my lungs
take in from within the atmosphere
but my soul can’t breath.
its drowning under water
I’m reaching for the light that reflect on the surface
but its seems to deem little by little
as I keep drowning on my own sorrow
god bless me with this gift of writing
but took away my tongue
because I was never able to open up to you
I held secretes thinking that you wouldn’t understand
I held mysteries thinking that I was protecting you
I was just protecting myself.
I was been selfish and blind
for I wasn’t ready for the love you had for me
and today is too late.
I never touch another woman when I was with you
but it was my ego that betrayed me
my pride that made me ride with the boys on a Saturday night
when my place was at home with you
I want someday to be today
but tomorrow is still yesterday
and just as the hands on the clock
go round and round they intersect
at some point just for 60 seconds.
But that minute seems to be years
that minute has a lifetime worth of happiness.
Because 60 seconds is all I need.
to hear you speak is like I’m back in peace
so I’m sorry my love I will never be a part of you again
as the tip of the pen touches the paper
and lines forms making words and they transform to art
is the same as when our lips touch.
The look in your eyes of that passion that still burns inside you
if I can build a time machine I will go back to that moment
I leaved you. I will slap myself and say you forgot your notebook on the table
because if I wasn’t able to have u back
you can just cut of my hands and my tongue
because I’m just a tool to a greater form
call Poetry.

Ezzio Lavarello ©

Poetry is not words

Poetry is not verbs or nouns

Letters a-line like stars

Transforming ordinary people

Into vessels of Poetry.

The Microphone has angel wings

And when get on stage

My eye close

And my heart speaks

I leak every piece of me

I tell you my pain

In hopes my words touches

The one person with in the crowd

That can relate to my story.

But aren’t able to say what they want to say.

So I speak for you

The deaf are not deaf just haven’t heard the right words

The blind aren’t blind they just haven’t seen the light

Let Poetry be like a preacher touching your forehead

And making you forget all the drama

For one minute all that stress leaved your body with an AMEN!

You’re able to breath and forget that gas is $4.15

Let the anger out that your boss won’t give you that raise

Just be thankful that your ass hasn’t been lay off yet

Bill collectors become alarm clocks

They are experts of knowing when you’re fucking sleeping.

And just keep in mind that bush’s time is coming to an end

And Barack will get us back in track

So there is hope

And the I want more attitude is for children

What have you giving to claim you deserve something?

Poetry opens the senses that the hard knocks of life has closed

So lets the pain in my voice. Travel thru your veins

My finger do the walking and my mouth those the talking

And I don’t know how to explain it

This thing, what ever it is.

Just comes to me like breathing

It’s my gift and my curse because I can’t stop thinking.

I don’t consider myself a Poet

I’m sure not a Prophet or a Philosopher

I don’t got more knowledge then you

I am just a Man with a lot to say

I don’t want the fame or the glamour

I don’t want the rewinds or the applause

I pay to get on stage

Cause 5 dollars gives me 3 minutes

To touch someone’s life

And I travel hundred of miles

So I can get on an open mic

Because this thing called poetry is my life.

So let the words sink in

Let the words take you were the take me

Cause poetry is more then

An imaginative awareness of experience

Expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language

So as to evoke an emotional response

Poetry is an ancient form

That has gone through numerous and drastic reinvention over time.

The very nature of poetry as an authentic

And individual mode of expression

Makes it nearly impossible to define.

But to me poetry is a

Single Mothers that have 2 jobs

Fathers that step up to raise Man and not cowards

Teachers that are more parents to children then there real parents

Soldiers that go across the world to fight in a war that was fabricated.

So we can have our freedom.

Poetry is a woman is no make up

Poetry is childes smile

Poetry is a 80 year old telling a story

Poetry is you, your just so scare see what I see

You became captive of your fears and past mistakes

I’m here to tell you I still love you. You are

Art, Beauty, Intelligence, Power, Hope, Faith, God

Poetry when from the Epic of Gilgamesh and the Odyssey

Writing in clay tables and papyrus

To “On my Way back Now”

And “Breath” writing down in laptops

Composition books, bills an napkin

Just about anything our pen touches.

From Sonnets to Jintishi

Sestina, Villanelle

And Pantoum, Tanka, Sijo or Ruba’i

Aristotle philosophy of epic, comedy and tragic poetry

To what we know now as Spoken Word.

The child of centuries of Poetry

A mixture of Narrative, Epic, Dramtatic, Saltirical,

Lyric, Verse, Prose.

To know where you going you got to know where you been.

And Poetry is just a 5 letter word

And it can’t be defined.

So what is poetry to you?

Ezzio Lavarello ©

When all the lights are turn off

And the stress of today leaved your body

You feel my hand around your shoulder

My lips kissing the back of your neck

And the little hairs in your arms stand up

I continue to kiss

I continue to kiss every inch of your body

I undress you slowly

And with every kiss you take a slow breath

You rest in my arms

As I embrace your love

And tonight we are going make love.

But not the cuddle sweeps you of your feet.

I’m talking about the I’m going to fuck you so hard

That you will call in sick the next day at work

So as my tongue licks off your worries of today

Your mind process languages that you dint even know you spoke.

Your tongue is trying to revel mysteries

And your brain is trying to keep up with your body

And all your able to say is “EZZIO”

Te carisio, te beso.

Mis labios en tus labios

And so I continue to undress you

As our hands intertwine with each other

Like a DNA helix our bodies twist and turn to become one

To become one as all I want

To feel the pain that your soul has

I want to take away all the hurt

Because all the man that came before me

Had no right to touch you if they dint know how to love you

So tonight.

For one night you will know why they say that scorpion men are the best lovers

Every fantasy you ever had will be full filled tonight.

Every thing you ever wanted to do but dint have the courage to say

We will do tonight.

For one night

You will be free and the chains that

Have been locking you down with be set lose.

So as you look into my hazel green eyes

And I whisper in your ear

“Permettetemi di essere tuo guida

fare l’amore a voi

come nessun altro uomo” has.

Your heart is beating faster and faster

Can you feel it!?

I throw you to the bed

And you lay there with anticipation

You lay there with a grind in your face

As you know we are about to re-write the Kama-Sutra book

And you see the look in my eye of hunger

As I bite my lip because you look delicious

And all I want to do is dig in

So I get on top of you

And I kiss your collar bone

One hand free to play with your G-spot

The other firmly pressing both your hands to the bed

I continue to explore your body with my lips

My tongue does circler motion around your breast

With soft nibbles bites

You head moves back and you close your eyes

As now my tongue reaches your pussy

Your juices quench my thirst

My hands move around your waist

And you hesitate because it been a while and your afraid it may hurt

But NENA don’t worry I’m a pro.

I tease you with my 9inch dick.

And I tease you in till you can’t take it no more

And you grab me and pull me in.

So I penetrate gently yet firm

And with every stroke you moan a little harder

And with every stroke I pull your hair a little more

And with every stroke your nails embedded in my back

And you bite down on the pillow

And with every stroke I make love your soul

And with every stroke I free your spirit

And I don’t stop in till you orgasm

I don’t stop in till every inch of your body is satisfy

I don’t stop in till your legs are shaking and you wondering

“Where the fuck I’m I at” and you ask you self “What the hell is my name”.

Baby girl am not done yet. We just getting stared

Tonight you will know why scorpion men are the best lovers.

So drink a red bull because tonight is going to be a long night.

Call your man and tell him you’re going to bed early

Because tonight is a night with ME.

Ezzio Lavarello ©

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Spectacular tu eres

Mi inspiracion para mi poema

Tu eres la dona de mi Corazon

La rason que escribo

Eres el aire que respiro

Alguna vez tu alma asido abrazado

O tu espiritu besado?

Si te mueres manana.

Tomaria mi propia vida

Para aser amor a tu fantasma.

Cuando siento tu carisia.

Tengo una rason para levantarme en la manana.

En mis suenos encuentras las fotos de tu sonrisa

Perdido en tus ojos I tu amor

Es como el momento que el sol toca la tierra

I por unos minutos tengo paz en mi vida.

Tu eres poesia.

That’s what you do to me

I can say I love you in 1000 different languages

And it still wouldn’t justify what you mean to me.

I want to go beyond been your soul mate

I want the matching rocking chairs in the heavens

And be able to see over our great grandchildren when they are playing.

I don’t want to just grow old with you

I want “someday” to be today

And our DNA’s to become one

And break time and survive in earth until the next ice age

I want to love you in till I am part of you

Like if you get in trouble with the police

And they take your finger prints

My name comes out in the computer

I’m willing give up my own happiness

Just so I never risk seeing you cry.

You can put chains on my wrist

Lock in the bedroom and I will never try to disappear.

I want to give you pleasure with asking none in return.

Because making you orgasm makes me climax.

See woman you make me try to be a better man.

And loving you is the only thing I know how to do.

You are my inspiration the un-catch able butterfly in my dream

You are love and honest truth.

You are my past, present and future.

You are poetry.

Ezzio Lavarello ©

A sad story a book of disappointment

With turns in every corner

That leaves you lost and confused

The sun raises every morning bringing hope.

But it also set and leaves you.

Not knowing where to go

Night sets and the darkness takes over.

You have your eyes to see.

But your heart won’t let you see the reality

You see the deception the lies.

The truth hurts too much

So you settle for what appears to make sense

In a world that all words are just words and

People say what you want to hear.

But then act the way you have a feeling there where going to act

But you’re a fool.

You thought that love will make the words be real.

But now the way you feel

Was the way life has treated you.

Hurt, pain, anger, hate, madness,

You’re desperate

To hear those words that meant the world.

When everything felt real.

But Life has been what is been.

A sad story a book of disappointment

Ezzio Lavarello ©

A sad story a book of disappointment

With turns in every corner

That leaves you lost and confused

The sun raises every morning bringing hope.

But it also set and leaves you.

Not knowing where to go

Night sets and the darkness takes over.

You have your eyes to see.

But your heart won’t let you see the reality

You see the deception the lies.

The truth hurts too much

So you settle for what appears to make sense

In a world that all words are just words and

People say what you want to hear.

But then act the way you have a feeling there where going to act

But you’re a fool.

You thought that love will make the words be real.

But now the way you feel

Was the way life has treated you.

Hurt, pain, anger, hate, madness,

You’re desperate

To hear those words that meant the world.

When everything felt real.

But Life has been what is been.

A sad story a book of disappointment

Ezzio Lavarello ©

And history is settle in the books of time

Our names will not be next to each other

When they ask you; who was your greatest lover

Will my image appear in your mind?

When the season change

And the winters erase the past mistakes

And summer comes with sunshine

Will my love still be there?

When you lay in bed and your mind takes you

Where your dreams keep you awake

Will they be our happy occasions that make you smile?

And takes you back in time.

Remembering each I love you.

Or how you can be in the other side of the room and I whisper to my self

“Olive juice”

So when your eyes looked at me. All you can see from my lips

Was what my heart speaks.

Sunday afternoon playing under the bed sheets.

Monday morning and we still playing under the bed sheets.

Rubber duckies in the bath tub.

And you sleeping next to me in the carpet after a long night.

Watching your favorite cooking shows.

And eating every meal your hands cook for me.

Sharing a bowl of cookie and cream and how you ate the cookie and I ate the cream.

My love for you was always there.

It’s my other senses that betray me.

My youth and immaturity.

Not understanding the scarifies you had already giving up

And always asking for more when I dint give nothing in return.

Miles and miles I crawl. Saying I’m sorry for my past mistakes

It took me losing you to see how precious you are.

How can I call myself your friend if I wish each of your romances ends

Cause I want you to see that it’s me that you belong with.

I hear your cries.

I hear your heart.

I hear your voice in my head

And all I got to do its close my eyes and there you are.

That smile, those eyes, you’re laughter and

And how we never seem to fight but only smile and hold each other.

Never a verbal assault. Always passion and warmth

Never a argument always understanding of each other feelings.

Never a quiet moment. Cause even when no words were spoken

Our minds spoke thru our eyes

I love you in blinking code.

And a bump on the shoulder meant

Well she knows and I know.

And you don’t need to know

And why am I on stage reading you a page

Of my book of life.

Because I can’t tell her what I feel.

Without my eyes tearing up

And even know my voice wants to crack

And her picture makes my hand shake

My heart beat faster with her kiss in the cheek.

Time is not our friend as I see us just growing more apart.

Time is not healing this pain like most people say it would.

I don’t know what your heart tells you.

And I wish I can read your mind.

Because I don’t know what holds you back.

But your heart has this wall that I build with my own 2 hands

You’re the greatest love I never had.

Ezzio Lavarello ©