i like **** of all sizes
no matter the shape we always make compromises
they're all generally hidden behind brassiere disguises
embellishing decorations that cover up glamorous prizes

i always got milk on hand
secreted from those voluptuous mammary glands
some may say they feel like water balloon brands
silicone addition seems like an unnecessary plan

honey nut oats with those titttiiiesss!

my brain is reprogramming
short circuit on the mother board
this technician has got it sorted out
he never pulls the cord

i feel free with clarity occupying my mind
nothing on it but the perception of my demolished confine
i am a free man, i step away from judgement
the thoughts of others occupying my will to be content

the content they scroll
holy scrolls gave me a toll
i seek purity
what i seek has been here all along

I love you and I hate you to oblivion
You're so beautiful but sometimes I want to see you cry and hurt
I don't ever want to see you cry
You the woman who never comes
Psychotic ***** we may both say, but i never want to put you down
I want to sniff every inch of you
Kiss every body part
Nourish every emotion
You have me in your malicious game of dice but I seem to keep rolling snake eyes
I'll eye you like a snake and constrict you with my scaly coil right before I unleash my venom to your slow painful death
And in those moments I will wish I never did that ....
But I will also look at you with fierce eyes and let you know, now you know how I feel
Hurt , abandoned , decieved
All because I loved her and she didn't love me
My life is dull these days
Some may say it's just a bit Jaded

you have harpooned me
launched your sphere deep beyond the surface of my flesh
you created your own tunnel in a cave unexplored
i have become lacerated
the harpoon pulls my skin upon removal like a cobweb slowly being peeled off of a neglected wall
red dye drips at my feet, dye rich with iron, dye displaying a pigment of vermillion
i think 'I needed my shoes coloured anyways..' as my vision fades in and out
images become blurry, losing their fine, defined borders
becoming obscure visions
resembling underdeveloped photos in the dark room
to let go and let my soul linger freely,
perhaps this was the cure all along

OR

perhaps i should yank that harpoon free
fling it back to the source which it came
with my own two hands and two eyes
aim
wind back
release
one measly cut will not define who i am
I am victorious and my soul is with me
here.
to stay.

i smoke ****.
from time to time it takes off the stress
the stress of trying
the stress of waiting
the stress of expecting
but at times my head seems to compress,
like the media around a corrupt member of congress
like the callused grip of a bodybuilder on an etched dumbbell
like scrap metal in the claws of a machine
like the walls slowly closing in on the random superhero
blood pressure builds as my veins throb
my sanity robbed
my thoughts lobbed
but new thoughts replace the others
like THC with the pride a child once gave his mother

I have entered a new reality
evolved in spirituality
although i have left behind compatibility of being
i have new ways of seeing
a visionary
this vision is airy
i am fatigued i am fatigued
time to hit another bowl
time to let anxiety harness my soul
let anxiety cloak me but i shall not let it devour me whole

spontaneous thoughts and entropic actions
but when i rely on my sole self is when i reach true satisfaction.
with the high i lose all traction
with sobriety i gain much love and attraction
but sometimes it's nice to go off the road into unknown terrain
because unknown terrain may be a new road to discover on its own

I like sobriety and being high
i highly enjoy being sober
being high is ludicrous
but then again i'd be a fool to say i wasn't crazy

The officers extorted his report
He had no evidence when he took the case to court
'Guilty as charged your verdict comes short!'
Before 25 years he drowned himself at port

To the girl who was beautiful and borrowed my soul
I think about you every day
You are an illusion to me, a mirage in the distance
I wish to be a father, have a son, but you are the holy spirit
A serious glare, followed by a subtle stare, moving my lips if i only dared
You awaken kingdoms and bring forth wars
Troy would take 15 arrows to the ankle for you
Eyes as captivating as a black hole luring light
You are the light in my day, you make me smile
But as I no longer see you, my torch's embers dim to ashes