The Empire State Building is a giant middle finger
Concrete is broken, NYPD, taxis racing, red light green light
I enter the hand of the city through it's capillaries breaking mad concrete
Warm gusts of **** grime, and transportation swallow me
The city feeds off dreams and hope which we personally, willingly give up
We all somehow learn to accept this fate
The passerby no longer human but broken mirror
The hand inundates my eyes from breezes of tomorrow
The spacy apartment, and the affluent career and the acquantanceship
Of the handful of New Yorkers that run the hand: all questionable plans today
It's as if the hand's grasp, although sharp and brick, would venerate your intellect, guaranteed
If that's the case, I see wizards of wisdom everyday snoozing on concrete and cardboard and plastic
Bearded, black with dirt and skin, threads ripped by a world inferrior than the one in thier minds
Empire "Middle Finger" State of intellect, scrapping billion dollar clouds
Sardine can subways, escalators, elevators, high on crack **** speed of sound
The cash nerve system meltsdown into golden chips to feed the pigeons
Glass and steel craft spaces for modernity to be sold like a Washington Heights *****
You can feel the growth of the hand at the end of your intestines
It's a warm, uncomfortable vibration revealed in your ********
Foreign tongues buzz through the air, through your hair for 19.95
New York needs a haircut, some profound discipline so we wake up from this bizzare life of welcomed pain
You once charmed me with hopes of culture, open minds, connections, real connections, love and laughter
Yet, Today I am hungry in Murray hill
I am cold in Chelsea
I am broken in Union Square
I ***** in SoHo
I have fallen in the East River
And I bleed on financial monoliths
Someone have mercy on my wills
It is an intention trying to be fulfilled
But failed when it became self-aware
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 11:44 PM UTC
Boy why you hiding, why you hiding under a shadow
Those eyes tell me a truth as full as your lips
Don’t you hide the secret to the treasure in San Juan
A Jewel of the hips that sway, curvaceous being of fire
The touch surrounding flames like the sand and the night and the beach
Boy o boy, can’t wait to tell you boy, the place I wanna reach
The home I wanna build, for us and ours, with this heart full of light
Boy why you fight, why you push me away
Day one you teased me with smooches
Your touch tickled my brain to the point of meltdown
But now my little angel-dust, must bust out a new foot to lean on and learn from
Cuz his mortal human has crept into the shadow of your eyes
And the secret of your lies? The ways that you say, please baby stay
Those grunts out my mouth, the groans in my pillow, musky aroma of love
Fascinating a swag so fresh and so familiar, surprises left and right of the one you already knew
Smooth flesh encasing a suave flava just waiting to burst out
O Boy why you cry, why you tearing on my shoulder
Enable our fable to end happily ever after
The dance that shows one to the other
We are bare in the flow of the rhythm!
Rhythm I never had but somehow learned following your eyes and the curves of your flames
But now it sizzles, your eyes unknown
Lips sewn and wasted, a body so stiff and pale
Boy where are you?
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 11:31 PM UTC
You Hackensack Station
You tiny ****** quiet *****
How dare you keep such a weak atmosphere on my youth
You don't deserve me
You need some blood of life, ****
**** of my dirtiest saddest static lucidities
You do indeed though, my Hackensack Station,
Have these clenchers
Clenching for every little bad moment of life
And inhabiting your innards
Sadly the other "respectable" ****
Just lock their tongues, eat their vision
Static and cold and minute ****
Hackensack station dares to breathe
The breath exits it's miserable doors
Oozing with everything but character
However only to sigh, and sigh on the inside
About a woman's wrinkly *** bills
We the breath, have migrated from the quiet hell
To the eerily similar bus life
Only there... we move, we motion, finish a journey previously doubted
With white noise, and white noise that at first was not white
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
Hi
I smile
I like it
Do you want to...touch
I want to touch, I smile when I touch
Sshhhhhhhhhh
Let me close my eyes, let me leave for a minute
I'm looking for that zap, I used to feel
That silent pleasure, that other kids didn't know about
Because back then it was easy and fantastic
To reach inside someone else and breathe
To feel the flashes of the animal within and not look back, but I did
To taste my sweat and your knowledge and the city
To crash my tongue to the point of your delirium and not stop
To offer something I didn't know I could sell, and realize it still had the tag
To grasp and be grasped, to the limit and the rhythm of love and watch each others eyes, brows, mouth, face
To sigh the wind flushed out by our dancing bodies, moan and breathe and grunt and slur and breathe
To **** and **** and **** and **** and **** and cry and **** ourselves as if there was something to be reached but never obtained
To beg for, with closed lips, a bite so right that will send me into a frenzy of weak knees, cold sweat, and wildly curling toes
To feel the whisper so close and so deep and so you, but never enough
To get ****** and desire it, as if it was that something I hadn't had in decades, cuz it felt so ******* good
To be wrapped in warm darkness and feel safe because I am alone
Hi
You smile
I like it, I have liked it
It's these complications I managed to maneuver
And accept the reality of my beauty
That will only take us away!
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:47 PM UTC
The forever-stench of hoboken
The most composed... undress
Loosened to a senseless smirk
Keep walking...
The prettiest eyes droop to a cool low
Posture is hard to keep with them shots!
Keep walking...
Messaging another senseful planet the boring absurdity of now
Watch your step!
Her fine italian dinner is inches away
Or is it fine thai...
It's vulgarity kills any sense of definition
Uh oh... now there are more puddles!
Keep away from those leaking lakes
Of sushi... sashimi... heineken... absolut!
Absolutely acceptable in this town!
Come on! We're almost out of it
Out of the town we were once so happy to visit just a couple of hours ago
When everyone was efficient, and not venturing *****
When communication wasn't fogged, but clear and easy
When men didn't dress like 14 year old boys trying to score at a house party
And women didn't give away their IQ so easily, heads slightly bent forward with a lack of direction
Maybe it was home, maybe it was danger, maybe it was fun
The zombie within arose with a wretched stench of alcohol
Yet this will never stop selling
People are sold this "treasure" of acceptance, rank, a strong sense of esotericism, all lies
Yet in reality, they are simple facades, regular people like you and me.
O Hoboken, you stink
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Friend, dear friend, I do this,
because you are my friend
What is the matter with your brain?
Does it not help you see?
Does it not help you learn?
O friend, I feel for you,
Do you feel for yourself?
Does it not help you love yourself?
Please friend, stand up, say no
Expel the pain from yourself
He doesn't need you
But most importantly, friend
You don't need him
Does it not help you hear?
Hear me friend, again
Look back into yourself
Deep into my friend
To see what's the matter
The matter with your brain
The brain matters, you matter, friend
When will the day come?
The day that you, my friend
Enjoy the thought of tomorrow
Laugh and smile, and embrace life
When, my friend?
I do this because you are my friend
But this is all I can do
It is... it's been your challenge
Challenge yourself, you are strong
O my friend, try yourself
Try smiling, try forgetting
Try trusting, try wanting
try caring for yourself
I feel I'm losing my friend
To something I've saved her from before
Don't let more pain in
Don't stop loving yourself
Don't waste yourself
Don't make me have to say this again
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
jobless, broke, and single
it's raining a shower of
weak but smelly frowns
inside is no less dreary
I step away, to find myself
in dim, arid, lonely space
where am I to go?
who am I to see?
what am I to do?
I light a light, unknowingly, I only found some seconds later
that entertains my eye
He burns slowly and casually
which is why I look, and others don't
my chest hairs rise and softly tickle my neck
my leg hairs flare through my jeans
my ***** uncrust
some subway breeze whispers in my wet ear
for this light wields great, secret power
"it will be our little secret" I tell him
and just as I told the light
He flashed a Beautiful Blue
just for me, just for Us
my feelings changed, but the world didn't
my liver and my thighs spoke to each other, and so did my pelvis
he speaks (the light)! what a surprise!
not words like these written
but melodic moans I heard from my inside
I want to touch you, my light!
I want to give u gifts, just as you have to me
I want your innards to change as well
but how does a human compare to a handsome light?
that at any moment can flash off
it's so easy to fall in love
but who cares, "live for the moment," right?
this ******* moment! ***** my life in the ****
then turns it around to **** slap my life in the face
however, the moment's veiny ******** is merciful
giving me time to catch my breathe as he face ***** me
he holds my head steady, spitting on my nose
my throat is being pounded
i'm gasping for air, the air released from the moans of that moment
he speeds, i grasp his ****
and feel him clench! and clench!
as he erupts down my esophagus
flashes of *** and sweat and tears and twitches
and my little light is gone
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC