Nov 2017 ABeautifullMind

he said/begged,
make love to me just like a woman!
kiss me toe to head, and linger on my neck,
trace my waist, begin at my lips, pause at my hips,
quibbles intersperse, quips and licks on eyelids
nibble me, near me, closer unto glorious victorious
near death experience...

whisper me sweet everythings
before during after and over again,
when u must pause to exhale, blow their warmth
upon thy fingers and bring their warmth inside

Columbus me with tongue and eyes,
take me slow then again,
even slower
than execute summary judgement
accept my every appeal to god
for heavenly mercy
then adjudge me guilty yet again
and to the tower take me
to drown in mine own lamentations
before thy execute me twice
for a very good and long measure

she said,
and so I shall,
do what you beseech,
most excellently seek

but you may recall,
somewhat earlier, I
called out
so you must start my dear,
by following
all the driving instructions you stated,
and bring your GPS,
I'm waiting...

too wit and sod this!
he gruffingly huffingly, hurrumphingly, replied,
all hell and damnation,
treat me like a woman just once please!"

can't can't can't - she bewitchingly cackled!

and sang to me the lyrical words
of a Nobel Prize winner!

You fake just like a woman
Yes you do, you make love like a woman
Yes you do, and then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little boy

ABeautifullMind Nov 2017

As I light my cigarette,
I remember the cause
for my addiction for self sabotage


In the same way that I cannot kick this habit
When my lungs exhale and the smoke floats away

the memories of You always stay.

Sabotaging me in its own violent but beautiful way...

© John Paul Fraser

Lighting my cigarette just ignites the reason I started.
  Aug 2017 ABeautifullMind

Here's to the writers—

You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart

You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold

You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world

You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life

We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls

—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing

For all the writers out there ❤️
  Aug 2017 ABeautifullMind

I haven't felt at home since then
Since I've woken up
No dream can last
All nights must pass
And rise again

But my realization hasn't changed
The way things are or could've been

Look back and see the same old day
Not as it was, but as it is

No amount of time can change the fact
Or the truth therein

That we are searching, ever searched
Alive within for but a short time

Life is  a stage
Act it
It's a movie
Watch it
It's  a puzzle
Solve it
It's a game
Play  it
It's maze
Find it
It's a jewel
Treasure it
It's life
Live it
To the fullest

The sun has risen already, has hidden
Already behind the clouds that
Cover this town and all
Its dirty little secrets.
Bees surround me with sound
To blot out the profound thoughts
Swimming around in my mind
Without a hope to find
An answer to life.
What once was a tree is now
A path for the power lines,
We cut down what lies in the way
Of a "better day" where screens
Dictate what it means to be alive.
How can I see what's next when
There is no magical text to give
Me solace when my heart pounds
And the silence shakes the ground
Beneath my weary feet.
We're drones on our phones put
On a path lain out by the wrath
Of ages, progression or regression
Depends on your perspective.

ABeautifullMind Jun 2017

English revision;

"I will conquer.
I will prosper.

I will not quit.
I will never stop winning.
I will never stop succeeding."

You see,
I refuse even consider words that indicate doubt.

My vocabulary does not extend that far,

And it never will.
I will always win...

So again, I'm sorry for my limited vocabulary...

Actually, nope, I'm not.

What picture are you painting for your mind?
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