Like a conch blown with fervor,
Your name summons me;
GIRL, my Beloved
GIRL‘S_SURNAME, Stout flame of my heart
Your delicate lips stir me with boyish wonder,
Perking my members
With mellow memorable moments;
The tender lock of our lips
The feral gaze of your striking eyes
The scent of the skin I savour, mmh..
A daze lingers; I’m sorely enchanted
And so I let go, my love
And drown myself in the blaze of your bliss
O, how you consume all reason,
When our souls entwine with a fiery grace
Seize space my beloved
Make my chambers your own
Take me to beautiful places
Where sweet waters overwhelm your shores
Where your toes curl when I growl
And my bones are blown hot
In the roaring furnace of your besotting love
My love,
Let my heart be the seat of your regal throne,
Trailed by the endless crimson thread
Of my heartfelt devotion
Consolidate your place my love,
As one sublime among wanting maidens;
Bind me with fetters of love untold,
Carry me in your heart
Undo me with desire
Season me with laughter
And comfort me with your enthralling presence
And so then my beloved,
May I remain put in this place;
Where my eyes miss you
My hands remember you
My heart loves you
Now and forever.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:14 AM UTC
Shy cup of Latte 🍵
Shy cup of Latte, savor of mine
Sat with ease as unto a regal saucer--
Upon my heart's amber throne
Hearth to a grandeur sublime
That trembles the first bright gleamer,
Of the early morning sun.
Portions enchanting proceed--
From your pearl purple scepter
Bade on high,
Onto lofty summits of lovesome regard,
To reign my walls for ages untold,
As Empress to a citadel ever yours
Violet petals doth my path carpet
Gracing my careful fervor stroll--
Onwards,
Upward
To the edge of your sweet repose,
By the smooth rims, encircling
Your gently steaming streams of splendid love
In a bid to peck a sip so healing--
Kiss your froth in heartly devotion
As unto a ring queenly royal,
Of she whom upon my love delights,
Let mine soul be merry in this stead,
With its essence to joy in this blessing
Ringing spurts of gratitude--
and whispers of promise
I sound in chime to myself
"I, then --
Be an endless song
To which I ever call for her hand in dance."
She, then --
Be my heaven-vested cistern
My shy cup of latte
A fountain cup so sweet
It never ceases to pour.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
Son,
Dark looks black
But black ain't dark
Dark is violent,
To mindless hate firmly strewn.
Fizzing wildly
Steering a mind sinister
To skim off the dews of love
From the lush hoards of your saintly spirit
But Son,
Black mirrors me
A generation soulful and strong
Black mirrors your mama,
A Calla lily blooming beneath the stunting shadows
& Son,
Black shall mirror you
A future so near
A people forever free.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Daisy flower scented for days
I'll pick you this day
& adore you for days
Your countenance poises celestial
Plaining contours from troubled faces
Regard it in awe
O ye searching men
Feel its serene impression
Piercing trails through each grain
That lies glaze over every staring eye
Fondling pupils taut
In caresses overwhelming
Mellowing all rugged souls tame
Biting every heart's lip
In kissy scenes elating
Daisy flower hear me today
Your company I've longed for everyday,
Won't you be mine all my days? 🙃
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
From off the pores of pitch-black skin,
Floyd's soul saps aways,
Little by Little,
One last time
One last effort
One last fruitless plea
In tinny scraps of air
Pushed up from greying lumens
Sourly yields a quashed neck coldening ,
The sore man sighs the last of life,
The man with the loathed shade met his end
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Frustrations of the Sad Sack.
From the blows of a feisty distress I ache ,
An insane spin of pain,
Inflated of a pungent vapour
my lungs turn a mouldy grey
In the repugnant heats of my anger and regrets.
Burning agony
In the most tender patches,
Though my voice makes no sound,
My noisy countenance tells it all in a disturbing loudness,
I call up the innermost parts from their ease ,
Call to the deepness of subconscious ponder,
If there be any superliminal faculty to see out my salvation
From this piling debris of dead ends.
I sleep and wake
To lend late night gazes on the mirror only to ask,
Should I have done it in the blinding blackness of the breezy shadows?
Or better in the perching heat of the brightness of a million suns?
O Whatever! , would it have mattered anyway?
Who cares?
For every motive of mine is ripped in cold blood.
The struggle with self is ******
My flesh faints, my muscles slacken
I can't stand more of this losing debate.
I'm running out of steam
I've lost control,
My ego comes tumbling in an ugly splatter.
My fumbling reasoning has become ill-fated,
I think in wrong directions,
Mileages that clip me off into pits of no return.
I regret that I always have had to regret it all,
Perhaps someday not so far,
Heavens will care for my ever fresh tears,
To curse and toss my frustration to the basements of hell,
For mischief calls me by name,
But in that day I will cease from his memory
To be called by a new name ,
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
The Pause of Time.
Tick Tock,
Hear the sound of clicks
It's time ticking, seasons flaking away
With each new tick, never find ease
Lean closely my dear
& hear more cleanly,
This low pitched mellow voice,
Urging on, the rushing of mighty winds
In even bits of every unit
In each stutter of time
Clickity clat , are the batteries dying?
All is slow
I hope the hands of the mother clock are jammed,
Perhaps the sun is falling,
With its orbits never again to reign,
To press the laws of time
Or perhaps the light on time has shone
In rigid rays enforced a home on the inside
Kin to heart, petted to a snooze
To find me relief from the ladens of regret,
From a racing heart and a boiling mind
To have me reflecting on the little things
Amassed round and about my soul
To have me enjoy the procession of life,
Than suffer the knocks of a losing squabble
Against the hands of time
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC