Austin Tx    1961 -    
A movement, in time.
:D

My facade not a shell, but a real side show show
Where people come, and where people, they go
Believing the lies, and in love with display
not knowing true me, not seen here, today

Crying the symptom
but sight is to blame
love is the victim
bearing no shame

The trophies she keeps, beat to this day
hearts and souls, in this game that she plays
Burning the homes, in relish and glee
searching for someone, to set her heart free

The borealis screams with light
dancing amongst the bones
knowing with flame alight
it's never done, alone

I can understand the needs and wants
pouring out the words and prose
slipping through the mind and brain
and dancing, as it goes

Across the sands of time
burning like everclear
ponderings of wondering minds
of lust that has no peer

Feeding at the well of souls
feeding to fill the empty holes
gorging on emotion's tide
as hunger and love, collide
A movement, in time.
:D

My facade not a shell, but a real side show show
Where people come, and where people, they go
Believing the lies, and in love with display
not knowing true me, not seen here, today

Crying the symptom
but sight is to blame
love is the victim
bearing no shame

The trophies she keeps, beat to this day
hearts and souls, in this game that she plays
Burning the homes, in relish and glee
searching for someone, to set her heart free

The borealis screams with light
dancing amongst the bones
knowing with flame alight
it's never done, alone

I can understand the needs and wants
pouring out the words and prose
slipping through the mind and brain
and dancing, as it goes

Across the sands of time
burning like everclear
ponderings of wondering minds
of lust that has no peer

Feeding at the well of souls
feeding to fill the empty holes
gorging on emotion's tide
as hunger and love, collide
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
4 hours ago

My languid lethargy, lifeless of love and energy
bored and sluggish of mind, careless in musings, unrefined
dragging no vestiges of hope, an un-angry type of grasp, or grope

Depression like a mime or clown, driving to drink, drink and drown
the cost of the power required, way to much, and to damn tired
apathetic and inanimate, surfing the peaks and waves, inattentive and listless
and eased, into the grave

This kinda fell outta my mind one day, my fool self, went and picked it up. Dark as all hell...
:|
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
5 hours ago

Her sultry eyes and crimson mouth
silken hips, points north, and south

Neck and breath a heady perfume
parting her folds, scent fills the room

Her moans and quivering extremities
no early release or liquid brevity

Prying, twisting, twirling, drifting in and out
no easy escape, showing her, what it's all about

Orgasmic releases, more than we can count
honey from her pearl, in copious amounts

Discovery a mystery, not all that she seems
devil in the bedroom, an angel, in your dreams

This is an oldy :D
But, what the heck!
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#sin   #sexy   #adult   #sultry  
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
5 hours ago

Conjoined at birth, were Lisa and Fred
When Lisa had sex, Fred wished he was dead
Fred seeing her boyfriend's genital parts
Hearing the queefs and inglorious farts
Fred trapped in fit's and starts, as not much later, Lisa was wed

I can only imagine, not.
:D
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
5 hours ago

Tripping at the line, faltering at the goal
missing the last time, blocked, by the pole

Triumph but a un-missed fate, a faltering of faith
loss of proffered bate, an interfering wraith

The agony and ecstasy, we know from start to end
winning so god damn heavenly, and to the victors, lend

Spin me a song, my minstrel
Make it sweet, and smart

Remind me that the winning
is not, the greatest part

We participated in the belief, in the day, that all children are winners. The soccer league didn't keep score or give trophies, but ya know what, the kids did, and at the end of the game/season, they knew.
Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
6 hours ago

Flipping the switch
not remembering
where all the landmines are

Kinda like wandering around faded memories.
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Temporal Fugue
Temporal Fugue
16 hours ago

I told the little darlings, as we went upon the lawn
"There are some things to know, if we are, to get along

Don't play in the woodpile, don't climb over the fence
Don't say you don't understand, or pretend that you are dense

Say, thank you, when given luncheon biscuits and tea
Keep your manners about you, just take a que from me

Oh, most importantly, I'll not say it twice
Touch not the cat, children, he's really not that nice."

They didn't listen.....
To a Tiger, children, are like....mice

Re-spewed re-tooled re-sent from the previous mind.
:D

A slip of tongue.......on deaf ears
Moments passing.......as would years
A lighthouse..........standing unmanned
Skyscrapers...........of straw and sand
A battle of words......with idiots
Fields of blood.........by patriots
A fight on graft........per foolish twits
Unarmed men.......sans all wits
A demon's wants.....destroying dreams
Politic bodies.........advancing schemes
A war on drugs........by cartels
On a slow train........bound for hell

I have no idea, and what's worse, I don't think our leaders do either...
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#hell   #lost   #trip   #destination   #twits  
 
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