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Ever After


After the romance and sweet sounds of linguistic tongue touching and laughter stops…

whats left

the return of investments I’ve been depositing for so long have the interest of caged bird song fall upon deaf ear and blind eye

I need a withdrawal slip

Something that tells me what its all worth

for years I have fed you with bits and inches of me day by day at a time

digging deeper and deeper with nouns and verbs committing grammatical sins giving myself meaning to reason dream and write rhyme

to prove hell and mountains will move before

I’m touched

with the momentum to change minds

building up character, showing courage, dining out with commitment

to free

well versed lines

I don’t mean to be selfish but this wasn’t for you

it was for I

I needed what I wanted

out of me so that I can get the best out of you

selfish

no selfless

I contend

the worst parts of you

brought out the best parts of me

I just want to know when the rainbow disappears

and the sky cries

and plea’s begin to thunder out echoes

of worse times and dead butterflies

quaking grounds will shake

royal rumbles will break true lies

bubbling lava seeps into loose ties

will my angel with clipped wings

still be able to fly

After the romance

sweet sounds of linguistic tongue

touching and laughter stops

whats left

whether you or I

hell and mountains will move before

I’m touched

with momentum to change time

rewind minds and forget about the moment

I made a choice

to deposit

sublime injections

of kaleidoscope erections versions

of me spilled over til the day that I die

remnants of my emotions still writing

from the scripted tight rope walk

intense deep exhale

because it was I who

was chosen to keep you high

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Peer Pressure


She walks by
creating images of orgasmic flight
flirting with my third eye’s hindsight
curious am I
intentions are built upon
boastful talks with the fellas
shoulda coulda woulda’s
but I wouldn’t
so I lie

You see they just want to fuck
rub on the nipples
drink the passion fruit and
pimp the situation in talks with friends
but me, I see
possibilities walking by with a shaded face
I barely knew
I wanted to though

But here I stand
with boastful ambitions
talking about everything I would do
should do…explicitly
do as if your name were “ho”
because one was to nervous

I was to nervous
to figure out if there was gold
behind that rainbow
so yet again we lose out
I lose out
on gold again.


Almost Poetic


Persecution seduces climactic vengeance
aftermaths blasphemous conception
a human embryo developed
by the gravitational pull of societies infatuation of
superiority’s orgasm


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