>: explosive :<

"the consumate angry poem"

sincerely me and you
that was my creed
when did it change?
who wrote the rules?

science this shit ain't
neither is it math
you can call it English
Shakespearean twist notwithstanding

choosing to accept the fallacy of this nightmare turned reality is feasible
cause...cause i always thought it was us against them
always thought we would find our way back to one another
but never at the expense of a misunderstanding

let the record reflect that i get it
that it isn't because you don't want it
fear consumes you and naturally our instinct is self-preservation
but trading that for depravation is not an option

when you get the gist of where i am coming from
and look at where you stand
just remember this was your choice
and i had no say in the matter at all...

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>: "Purge" :<

(backdrop song to this write is "the calm")

release a ton of stress
let go of the pressure in my chest
giving 100% but it still ain't my best
treadmilling in circles gets me no rest

reaching out my hand to the empty feeling of air
twisted negativity where postive living is rare
and dealing with my problems with not a hint of pomp, circumstance, or flair
breathing in and out accepting the truth of being right here

i deal better when i'm all alone
cut off the technology and go into my zone
picking the bad nutrients and severed flower stems from my bone
floating aimlessly through life is the life of a drone

never asked for this pain
if you holding an umbrella over me i can still feel the rain
the holes in my psyche keep me humble and in my lane
but to prevent inevitable discord i just hide my disdain

its sensible to regroup and find solid ground
but its hard when your body keeps feeling like kapow
an explosion through your system while you're tilling at the plow
my faith was once strong but now its nowhere to be found

and unless you've been in my shoes...you can't make me choose
my alarm clock is ticking and i can't keep hitting snooze
can't ignore the obvious and my vice of choice is booze
but if i keep down this rugged path i will end up on the news

so you see my smile maintained
and my perception of someone in my corner began to wane
i imagine life is harder for those who have accepted the fame
money and trappings of a star make it easier to ignore the shame...unless you're Kurt Cobain

this is all from my head
sharing my personal strife is a choice that i dread
dealing with these demons will make you chase prison and feds
but its also the very reason why i'm not yet...dead.

if you truly can relate
you already know my fate
being strong in the face of opposition
the best direction i can head in...i just wish someone would listen
placing my crown underneath water is not so i can glisten
but mostly to drown out the world and hope i'm not found by an old man fishing

you may think i've given up
look again...this is the beginning of my rise
if you look into my eyes...
you'll see a warrior spirit with her focals on the prize
concentrating on the future and not looking back at my demise

just know my head is in the right place
i try to avoid mental brawls
but every now and again i, too, can hit some walls
trying to pick myself up and get to moving on my on
but facing reality and realizing at this moment my life is on....pause.

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>: face it :<

"strike a match"

part of the heart of my art
leans toward peace and sustenance
picking your battles doesn't make one stronger
especially if you only fight when winning is a certainty

standing in the face of opposition is my strong suit
the measure of a hueman grows there most
choosing the path of least resistance makes your persistence seem...
futile.

when exercising the freedoms of speech
it is best to rely on cautionary wisdom
lest one stands on a soap spouting conspiracy theories
speeches and marches only reach those who already know about it

the pretext of your context is obvious
you seek to destroy the idea of dissension
but...outside the box is where fertile ideas are seeded
and i am just the right amount of sunshine the world needs...
try to stop me.

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>: inside you're ugly :<

"superficial inner beauty"

your mask is your solace
an escape from the trepidation of real time
so long as the facade of genuine concern is present
no one will see past the faux pas of your mishaps

see me...i'm an action verb
you are more like a set of cloudy adjectives
pretend the colorfulness in your personality is truth
spirit eyes can see beneath your surface

outside your body is a temple
you tell us that respect of your inner is a must
how can this rightfully exist when you allow violations?
for i am but a storyteller observing your story

they don't love you...you don't love you
and choosing to accept materialism for affection
is just another ill-fated choice in your book trilogy
change the book...turn the page...
accept it all...without the mask...
that is the beauty that lies beneath...

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>: erotica #20 :<

"public"

venture to the idea of being caught
using your imagination
picture warm theaters and projector scenes
think of me fingering you in quiet seclusion

innocent trips to Baskin Robbins
ending in ocean views & sands
melted ice and milk dripping across your breasts
wind grazing your inner thighs

you see the starry nights in our backyard
legs spread open wide on a lawn chair
pool water reflecting the twinkle in the sky
tea candles illuminate your wetness...we are clear for landing

press the top floor of a 50 story building
ride with me to floor 25...halfway there
Enter the stairwell and lean you face first into the wall
inside of you, the steps reverb with our pleasure

let's try this shirt with these pants...
see if something fits your curves to perfection
insert my fingers inside your queendom
whispering your favorite mantra..."this pussy is mine."

assume we are traveling across country
rest stops lined up for this purpose
can you see your face between my legs
when you and i go public?

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>: 50 poems..or close :<

"instant vintage"

history teaches that if you learn not from it, it cycles
the cyclical conclusion of our experience is under rated
too much power was given in a scenario not likely
nothing ever materialized but the desire to manifest...desire
unwritten promises inscribed on the veins connecting to the heart
hoping that hope doesn't leave me hopeless
waiting patiently for our forever but dealing with the right now
BEing here between pause and fast forward is comfortable...just don't stop
this is our story...some day i hope to finish writing it with you...

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