Frequencies

The words within and mUsIc which bends

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tHIrSt/tHERSt

Inflicted again
My addiction never ends
Another vixen with a pen pen
Riddle me this
Sizzled to a crisp

Caught between

infatuation

&

inspiration

Divinity in her words
Serendipity in the stir
The bend in me begins to blur
Fact from fiction
As I interact with her diction

She is

bits & pieces

of my poetic telekinesis
Shhhhhh

Listen to her calm
& the
Nitroglycerin in her bomb
Exploding stillness into my Willing
Filling me with feeling
I am none
I am a million
I am one in a billion

I’m draped within
her naked skin
The kind of sin
known to break me in
Like my waves
against her shore
She sends me away
& I race in once more

Her heavenly body in transit thru the constellations

Full circle circa the #Zodiac
Across her pleasure
I scroll the map

Her absence
begins this a medley
A melody that I sing

Serenading the chasms
with magic unimagined

She is the light
Filling the voids
of my night
The harmonics
of white noise
inside my mind
The hardest line
I’ll never write

Instilled
in the still
She is my fill

Fellated
Sprung
Dissolving
on that salacious tongue
My God
She has me climbing her walls

Never leaving the bed
D
E
E
P in her breath
… to the edge
then
Pinned & Flipped
SensuoUS
in the lUSt that is fed

I taste her hopes
Until she explodes
out of
Risquè ropes

Walt, Pimp Tight

Twisted in
tormented 
resentment
towards the
relentless
kissing of
hideous lips
glistening
with amphibious
drippings

The endless
hit and miss
misprints
 as princes,
diminishes 
this
pretentious 
Princess's
persistence.

She slips a mint
then winces
and wishes,
But once again,
Not a Prince!!
Just another
FUCKING frog....
Will the hunt end?

Her
#SoulSoaked
by the
blown smoke
up her
Very
Swell
tail pipe
That Fairy Tale life
That Disney's been
pimpin
to children
and continue
building.
Tricking out Fiction,
as tradition
Then making
a killing
on selling tickets
for admission.

re cov er

The come
d
o
w
n
is hard
You become the sum
of the pa+rts=∅

Broken pi ec e s
Broken th es i s

A Frozen season
Froze
beyond
and beneath the
Hope & Reason

The road is hard to see when 
the wipers keep streaking
the freezing
precipitation.
Anticipating
judgement
from
your loved ones.
Bracing for when the flood comes
rushing in.
Barreling.
There’s no hero in heroin.

proXy proGrammED

She’s got 
Soul
Don’t give a fuck
about NOTHING
but her  own.

She's got that 
Rock & Roll
If you don't
get her that
Stone
She grows cold
Ice
Cream
That's Rocky Road
She gotta go...
Lock and Load.

Programmed
to 
feed on greed
Mistaken
wants
for
needs.

Symbols
of status
on the
Social
Media
Apparatus
The gears of
the 
Free Enterprise
big money machine
Grinding away
any trace
of the truest
essence
of Being

...beneath
the surface
Just a
nervous
lost
little
girl
Scribbles
and
Curls.

AnXious
and
Insecure
Under the lure 
&
Enchantment 
of the
Establishment's
syntax
&
semantics
Habits
branded
&
marketed 
for profit...

Oblivious
to how 
all the parts
do not fit

run it

you

Bounce

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton