Debilitation
Here, i lay in smoke
oblivious to the closure you presented me
those hugs swirled into the depths of my presumptions
but i continued to ignore, i continure to ignore.
carved a tear out of angels
melodramatic sunrise congested
perfectly drawn for you
Pointless reservoir drowned out of your scar
a dawning plague of malnutrition
standing atop of your Prada platfrom
forget the muse, forget the sound, forget the all, forget the all…
Debilitate, never hesitate.
Constrain the love.
Its falsified stabbing, unneccessary.
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Fading
Avoiding the truth makes it seems easier
at least for now
but eventually I know I must face reality
and the truth is we are
fading
disappointing after all the years
obstacles overcome
me and you against the world
good outweighs the bad
love conquers all…
at least it used to
what happened?
So many questions remain unanswered
I remain confused
you never really loved me
couldn’t have
you don’t hurt the one you love
I am tired of fighting alone
too much effort has been spent
you stay distant and unattached
hard to imagine
the happiness that once was
fading
how we used to laugh
talk about nothing for hours
chill and listen to music together
fall asleep in your arms
so good together
all of the love is gone
did we grow apart?
When did we change?
I wish there was something I could do
some way to stop it
but it is inevitable
there is no way to deny it
we are obviously
fading.
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What is going on with Strollers?
Are we taking kids off road? No.
Stop blocking the street with you ridiculous four wheel drive baby mover and let the rest of us get where we are going!
Hi
I write very poor poetry.
But I am annoyed by the world generally!
here is one.
This one’s quite tricky,
When it comes to a ditty,
Fucker is quite hard to rhyme,
You have sucker, and trucker,
And ‘BAD MOTHERFUCKER’,
But then I’ve used fucker three times!
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Years
Too much rhetoric
for me to know when to answer,
so like a dancer,
I try to always make the right moves,
so when the night moves,
I don’t feel like your Cancer,
and I can’t lose,
if we do what I became used to,
affect like we used to.
Now I’m steady paying dues to
the one I was bruised through.
You wonder who abused who?
Now there’s a speech in my mouth that’s unopened;
I have a loose tongue but I hold it.
I play submissive, submit, and roll over.
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Years
Too much rhetoric
for me to know when to answer,
so like a dancer,
I try to always make the right moves,
so when the night moves,
I don’t feel like your Cancer,
and I can’t lose,
if we do what I became used to,
affect like we used to.
Now I’m steady paying dues to
the one I was bruised through.
You wonder who abused who?
Now there’s a speech in my mouth that’s unopened;
I have a loose tongue but I hold it.
I play submissive, submit, and roll over.
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A Union Made.
Warm red curls tickle my chest with smooth slow motion kissing.
In heat barely felt sprigs of downy tremble-feel, explore my skin
with moist lip, succulence tasted, eyes closed and amplified senses.
The unseen connection tangles our honey embrace of liquid limbs
sculpting, holding bare skinned form until melting harmony sings,
uniting the tempo of exhilaration, affecting the arousal of the inner.
The literal exists, exciting in combination, a duet seen and unseen.
Sensuous fingers give and take as trickles of perspiration squeeze
from open fenestration, an ocean of pores in a lush garden watered.
And fertility inspires and grows. The body grows in its importance
relating to the other in a dialogue erotic, sexual populates, chatters,
uniting creatively, a cadenza unknown, untried in tickles and kisses.
Passive and active, conscious of thought and action surrounds easily
and vanishes completely. Our natural body dance is exchanged always,
glistening, leaving the body exhausted in laughter and a union is made.
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