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sometimes inspiration awakens
a moment of insecurity
basks innocently in ambiguity
decerning contextuality
defined by immortality
a whisper gleans your fantasy
derived from constant malicy
a departure from reality
an unbewildered falicy
in a time when brains gather to feast
through algorithms discreet
a clown’s obsessions deplete
after a pitter-patter of feet
caress the moment that we never meet
cold rain pounds upon feet
I don’t feel like I want to eat
incentives inspire replete
and anticipatorily greet
the reaming while also deceiving
the collaboration of feats
a curious heartfelt propulsion
to acquiesce palindrome Pete
has left me with absent devotion
and slithered right down to my feet
treating myself to retreat
an invitation states
take a seat
it’s only beginning to creep
upon the moss the soil and peat
the dramatic enigma of be(a)ets
as they soften and redden my meat
a drumbeat
sends my heart beat
to sleep
an adrodgynous
airation from cleats
a coagulat paste made from wheat
conjoins us in super wet heat
denys us of feeling defeat
knowing what’s asked is received
and as time continues to pleat
into whispering love songs
so sweet
a couple of dancers
with harpsong entreat
entangled in feeling complete
Every time that I have fallen you have told me it's all I need
Dreams of light sound expand in threads woven in paled limbs entangled
Players find their match and falter only to find the path of feeling free
Im feeling good why would we have dissidence
The sleepy stories climb up the spine and bud into wings
We all know we have already found it but there is so much more inspiration
A soft plantation sustains the restful heart
A good pounding sends us surfing
Waves inspirational in there exfoliation
The water meets the sky
And the beats that gifted a time in cellular reality
come with a price
Stop bitching
accept that it is met with sultry eyes
accept that it has been kept quiet
accept that a random text left me smiling
except that the physical can never be described for its purity
and well wishing will never end when it’s lustfully drenched in realness
I love you
Why not?
mixed tape
Less talk more write
Edited flirtations grace the stillness of aloneness
Love is passed casually through cellular channels
A dissemblence of touch leave thumbs contorted
Love is blind I guess
A soft sigh leaves us laughing
Planned fornication lends to throws of passion
Ashing this cigarette makes me feel young
And I need to remember sometimes that I am
Age is a state of mind I’ve been told
Pleasure seeks to activate memory
Delving deeply into the coil
Sharing love songs we dance til dripping
Flashing notes that travel distance
Sound capitulates the moment
Laughter escapes lips moist with liquor
Echoed whispers through fallen leaf song
Leave them all behind he bellows
It was then she knew it was all a dream
A story she read in the paper this morning
was it really interesting?
and we fell
not once or twice
but forever
then we got back up
and saw ourselves reflected
eyes don't lie
and neither does your face
we are honest
and i like that about us
and you told me
innocently asked for what you needed
perspired
desperate for something familiar
held me and never once expected
anything more than what i could offer
thank you
that was just what i needed
no pleading
and i gave to you
no fear or promises either
just moments
simple and with respectful eyes
heart spilling open
then opening thighs
the rain today was a sensory reminder
cold impends upon the season
it's beautiful
not once or twice
but forever
then we got back up
and saw ourselves reflected
eyes don't lie
and neither does your face
we are honest
and i like that about us
and you told me
innocently asked for what you needed
perspired
desperate for something familiar
held me and never once expected
anything more than what i could offer
thank you
that was just what i needed
no pleading
and i gave to you
no fear or promises either
just moments
simple and with respectful eyes
heart spilling open
then opening thighs
the rain today was a sensory reminder
cold impends upon the season
it's beautiful
rhyme for an old friend who's too cool for school
illusions of what has been drift amongst pages
turned in a box of vestibule phases
dreams dissipate the political concious
energy melts into meteorific conciousness
eyes speak to moments dripping with wonder
ears then awaken to unexpected thunder
a message can tilt towards a life now asunder
placidly drifting upon games where we plundered
and moonstrokes paint images soft upon sky
leaving confusion as we ponder why
and a hand that once caressed upon innocent thigh
leans towards buttons that later deny
turned in a box of vestibule phases
dreams dissipate the political concious
energy melts into meteorific conciousness
eyes speak to moments dripping with wonder
ears then awaken to unexpected thunder
a message can tilt towards a life now asunder
placidly drifting upon games where we plundered
and moonstrokes paint images soft upon sky
leaving confusion as we ponder why
and a hand that once caressed upon innocent thigh
leans towards buttons that later deny
Through the looking glass I saw my own reflection
There are moments in our lives
This is our life
Moments
I have moved through life
Intuiting myself
Then listening to the “rights and wrongs”, the ethical morality of my mind
I have let myself be washed over by my brain
Brainwashed
Exfoliating the dreams and soaping away self trust
To fall in line and “do the right thing”
Rising to the ebbs and flow in a salty jetsam
Meeting myself in the mirror and congratulating myself
That the expectations are met
Slowly contorting backward
In a dance of doing what I “should”
Expressing need and want
Pragmatizing my experience and choices to save face
Adjusting to the structure that has been presented to me
In a walking backbend
So that I can sodomize myself with my head
Like a dragon chasing its own tale
Until now
Living one day at a time has become living this moment
Being who I have been molded to be has become who I inspire in myself
Like a Barbie doll impressioned into being who later runs away with the circus
I am the face in the mirror and I’m sick of saving face
I drew these eyes I see and I will draw them again
The same and different based on the crossroad of each moment
The indoctrination of fear will always be
I can choose to be consumned by it or I can accept it for what it is worth
I am open
I am no longer a sex slave to my own self imposed domination
Rather a pleasure activist obligated to being
Creating a reality that exists only for the audience of the moon
Then re-molecularizing into myself moments from now
The puppet master playing the harmonizing melody of my heartstrings
I like
I love
I laugh
I can
I see
I feel
I dream
I am
This is our life
Moments
I have moved through life
Intuiting myself
Then listening to the “rights and wrongs”, the ethical morality of my mind
I have let myself be washed over by my brain
Brainwashed
Exfoliating the dreams and soaping away self trust
To fall in line and “do the right thing”
Rising to the ebbs and flow in a salty jetsam
Meeting myself in the mirror and congratulating myself
That the expectations are met
Slowly contorting backward
In a dance of doing what I “should”
Expressing need and want
Pragmatizing my experience and choices to save face
Adjusting to the structure that has been presented to me
In a walking backbend
So that I can sodomize myself with my head
Like a dragon chasing its own tale
Until now
Living one day at a time has become living this moment
Being who I have been molded to be has become who I inspire in myself
Like a Barbie doll impressioned into being who later runs away with the circus
I am the face in the mirror and I’m sick of saving face
I drew these eyes I see and I will draw them again
The same and different based on the crossroad of each moment
The indoctrination of fear will always be
I can choose to be consumned by it or I can accept it for what it is worth
I am open
I am no longer a sex slave to my own self imposed domination
Rather a pleasure activist obligated to being
Creating a reality that exists only for the audience of the moon
Then re-molecularizing into myself moments from now
The puppet master playing the harmonizing melody of my heartstrings
I like
I love
I laugh
I can
I see
I feel
I dream
I am
just like i read upon your wall : it's all crap until it isn't crap anymore
wisdom can come from the strangest of sources
without rhyme or reason we set treason upon others
and other times find support in the unlikeliest of places
faces can be foreign or comfortably timeless
debunking euphemisms propelled by the motion
and a notion occurs and from it great inspiration
projected in treetops with family memories
a rooftop of dancers ignore the reality
of intuitive voices drowned out by the music
a bare pussy feels like a freshly shaved man face
childlike visually to eyes jaded by porn scenes
obscene to the populus and honored by some
the hum drum is drowned out by scrotums and cum
and the knowledge gets lost in a succulent sauce
til morning awakes us to a newness begun
and from love a moment obscures to the beat
as tattered feet slowly take over the street
and the wise disappear to save grace without thinking
that this all might be equal to discarded past sentiment
without rhyme or reason we set treason upon others
and other times find support in the unlikeliest of places
faces can be foreign or comfortably timeless
debunking euphemisms propelled by the motion
and a notion occurs and from it great inspiration
projected in treetops with family memories
a rooftop of dancers ignore the reality
of intuitive voices drowned out by the music
a bare pussy feels like a freshly shaved man face
childlike visually to eyes jaded by porn scenes
obscene to the populus and honored by some
the hum drum is drowned out by scrotums and cum
and the knowledge gets lost in a succulent sauce
til morning awakes us to a newness begun
and from love a moment obscures to the beat
as tattered feet slowly take over the street
and the wise disappear to save grace without thinking
that this all might be equal to discarded past sentiment
Hindsight 20/20 or I didn't think I'd feel a thing and now I know I loved you more than I thought
So I cried and laughed and felt the world dissolving around me
Growing momentarily then again and again
Dissolving into a puddle of love me love me not
My thoughts drink me under the table of understanding
Too rapidly to ponder before my gut already know the answers
You made me feel loved in the simplest way
: you made me love myself :
It’s inspiration dripping over cum crusted lips
And fantasies sordidly welling wetness over a hardened clit
I gave you my love not to fill a void
Not to see what could have been
But as a free sample of my secret pleasure factory
I wish I could hold your hands in mine and look you in the eyes
When I tell you that you are my favorite flavor
But instead I’ll give up ice cream for the moment and sweat until I see you again
Growing momentarily then again and again
Dissolving into a puddle of love me love me not
My thoughts drink me under the table of understanding
Too rapidly to ponder before my gut already know the answers
You made me feel loved in the simplest way
: you made me love myself :
It’s inspiration dripping over cum crusted lips
And fantasies sordidly welling wetness over a hardened clit
I gave you my love not to fill a void
Not to see what could have been
But as a free sample of my secret pleasure factory
I wish I could hold your hands in mine and look you in the eyes
When I tell you that you are my favorite flavor
But instead I’ll give up ice cream for the moment and sweat until I see you again
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