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The world is glazed over
It blurs as it blows
‘‘The man’’ is so rigid
Wash him away in the flow
Reason burns benignly
Just like paper cranes
Thinking’s sinking slowly
Mouths are moths to the flame
Feeling the empty
You must fill the space
It’s not there, believe me
Still you feel so misplaced
For you fly high above
And you run the streets
Looking for love
And seeking your sweets
Golden face.
Smarter than she knows.
Change my mood quicker, than the wind blows.
Smile could move mountains,
Eyes could change your mind,
Listens intently, with emotions blind.
Everyone thinks she’s top of the world,
with insecuries of a young girl.
Demands your attention,
Changes the looks of the crowd
Funny. Cute. Silly. Loud
Headstrong in her convictions,
Lazy as can be,
Attitude like no other,
Soul, deep as the sea.
Fresh deck cracked open,
Must be an ace,
A diamond amidst the gravel
Golden face.
Copyright Jess tallini, 2010.
Man made of glass
Transparent to the naked eye
Commonly walks the town
Smiles upon the sunrise
And beauty of the safe place he calls home
Safe because he keeps all evil at bay
Grabbing the bumper of young drivers' vehicles
Preventing a spin out that would ultimately result in fatality
Watching the restless children who run into dangerous ravines
His existence is the sole reason for this town’s livelihood
His heroics go unnoticed
But he does not save for gold & praise
Unselfish in his deeds
He only longs for one
Another soul be it metal, wooden, or even human
To share in his humble existence
Running through the parks at night
Searching for another to see him
To notice him
See who he truly is
To absorb his rays of bliss
A widespread fire in the western village
Torments the secure town
Like a tiger pounces on prey
Glass runs through the scene
Up the fiery staircase he hoists a young man
Repetitively storms into the swirling building
Not thinking of his own truth
Spectators relieved lives are spared
When one stares into his eyes
Into him
With a tear falling
She points to the roof
Overwhelmed with stimulation and thrill
he sprints once again through hell
Climbing the ladders
Darting all hurdles
the appendages begin to lose shape
Dripping like candle wax
The center of the sun is no match
A final pool of liquid
Is all the succeeds
This gallant spirit
Copyright Jess tallini, 2010.
A cookie before dinner
Is what you are to me
Chocolate on a diet
I fiend for what I see
From a distance
I enjoy the figure
A new Ken doll
But a little bigger
A young puppy
Already equipped with tricks
a fresh vaccine
anticipate its ******
Come a little closer
I won’t bite
Just a stranger really
A true woman’s delight
Copyright Jess tallini, 2010.
Stumble in. closely holding at the waist & neck
Lips on neck, under chin, down neck, visible masculine clavicle
Warm, moist. hot
Forcefully Swing  door
Fiercely Kick off shoes
Try to control inhaling so deeply
Rustling of clothes and hands. Buttons. Fingers so delicate. &rough;
Hands everywhere.
Touch. Feel.
Neck. Hips. Tongue. Back. Neck. open mouth. neck
Head back. Fingers stroke, down spine
Finger tips
Fingers trace
Up. and down. And down. and in
So smooth, yet so deep
Animals of passion
Thoughts. with emotion
Love?
Or another character
--**** in body, naked in spirit
Not alone now are you?
..are you?
Mirrored emotions..
Not for him
And you
Naked
Skin touching, yet miles away
Empty eyes; Empty heart
Alone inside oneself
Watching the movie of another’s life
Always beautiful. Often perfect
Grab what’s yours left on the floor
Satisfied?
Copyright Jess tallini, 2010.
There we stood falsly charged   of crimes  we had not commited
or at least  thought  no one had seen.

Jack Horner.
acussed of  lewd acts with a horse   well least he had a ride home afterwards
also acussed  ******  insanity   arson   petty theft   double dipping  
car jacking hey if the cars into it i see no harm in it.
truelley  he's a all around good guy.

Chris Smith.
For being a well okay  he's probaly the innocent one

Gary la Budha.
For selling to many books and drinking my last beer
and  for  ******* on thee toilet seat.

John Patrick Robbins AKA  Gonzo
For serving minors inciting a riot  farting in church  spiking the punch and creating a mess at the highschool prom.
200 drunken publics   3000 dui's    public ******   dam sports event's do it every time  ******* chess matches.

Breaking and entering **** i wondred why my house was locked
and some man was sleeping with my wife hell
here i find i have one and she's already cheating on me.
no woder thoose kids look nothing like me.

And for being such a good looking crazy *******  I added that one.


We were some fine upstanding  kinda ****** up guys.
The trial was a joke thr key witness Drew .D  glared at us
I felt violated as i knew mentally she undressed me  with her eye's

The video was the real kicker  ****** I told you Jack that
wasnt  Mr Es  barn we broke into  hippos dont wear  dresses .
Yes mate but there so dam **** he replied.

what do you have to say for yourselfs the man in his black Pajamas asked.
Once was kinda strange i had to get dressed up yet this senile old man thought we  were at a pajama party.

Order in the court yes your honor i'll have a martini.
We were found guilty but even a courts wall cant contain crazy.
  
With a spark of unplanned drunken brillance  like a **** between friends  we sprang into action Jack taking on the  officers  
Chris you take the judge   I'll handle the she devil  Drew.

In a battle fitting for saturday night pro wrestiling we
faught like  wild animals and drunk women chairs flew
ears  were bitten  body parts fonddled  
Drew screamed hey pervert get your hands off my ***.

No time for foreplay now satan  and i sure hope  you smuggled
a gun or salami in here thats just wrong.

Grabbing the curtian and  that hot court lady who insisted on typing through the whole dam trial  like a drunken pirate  who shops at walmart  a called to my brothers were blowing this popstand  slash pajama party.

Through the window we flew crashing through the roof of  a well placed mini van below  we could hear the pixie like screams above As Mr E
screamed goddamit thats my ******* van.

Into the sunset like mighty drunken legends we rode
hey you guys ever been to Atlantic City?
bound for trouble and and a few rest stops inbetween
hey were drinkers   and nobody likes to smell like ***.

Untill next time were the always guilty
Were the G team.
What can i say   except  well
Gonzo everyone
What if I am wrong about tomorrow and the day before
And everything I think is true, I find is not
Will my world just stop revolving, spinning all around
If I discover, that I am just a dot

A dot among the billions, existing in this day
Thinking that we all hold the truth
That everything we know inside is self-evident
And we don’t give a **** about the proof

What if I find that my beliefs are just a fairy tale
A mystical illusion, that all the other dots create
That no matter how I live my life and what’s inside my heart
I have already been dealt a hand by fate
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
There is a face in the mirror intently staring back at you
Attempting to recognize the one it views
You are spellbound for one quick moment, in such wonderment
As your eyes meet, and you both realize that it is you

Was it not just yesterday that you were young and naive
Without the wisdom you now hold in your eyes
Now a stranger is boldly looking back with an unflinching gaze
Brazenly daring you to try her on for size

You briefly pause in sheer amazement at these eyes you see
Beaming back at you with a strength unknown
You smile in appreciation and accept yourself as your own
Sit up proudly and put your makeup on
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/HerVigil
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