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!

to hold up a cinderella cloaked daisy
to tenderly sense its petals sandwhiched by your fingers
to watch it die in a undernourished watering vase
rain has not fallen here since sinatra's excusrsions to a gleamish, ruby light toned flapper club
as a flapper holds her poise , you hold the stem of this daisy
your grasp it only to suffocate its xylem, collapse its walls as a canyon has boulders barricade it's river, it's desideratum
watch the petals wear a dress of frailness
watch them lose their sheen
watch them circulate ailments
let them rest in a place deprivingly serene

to **** a daisy
watch its yellow sun centre
die
your pupils dilate
as you manically squeal with mouth shut joy
to **** a daisy
you can always just pick another one
and make it your scapegoat of a toy

to love and to kiss you on your delicate cloud felt lips
to sway to a winehouse ballroom and to guide your daring hips
to have you by my side and wait until our eyes collide
becuase you my angel will always be my day and my heartfelt guide

to paint and to sing
to rinse away my sorrows
to love you and your name on my tongue i may borrow
to rest in a slumber withheld in a hollow
brush strokes paint an image that i may love
brush strokes paint an image that may take me whole
and with every stroke i see you more clearly
with every oil bristled river i may cherish you more dearly
to a miss who may paint a picture
to my love and her brush strokes
this canvas will always be open to you and your every quote.

i would love you every second upon every fusion
and fission reaction which occured
for i would be the He in your fusion
and you would be my oxygen repeatedly being consumed

i would love you beyond every satellite, beyond every asteroid belt
beyond every blackhole and crater on the moon
the moon so sweet i call it our honeymoon metropolis

i would love to see you
i would love to be with you
i would love to **** you
i would live to love

your eyes take me to places i could never imagine
lighting up my world with your two white dwarfs
for every time i look at them i know
andrometa
your eyes
take me
to the stars
and
back

i'm training
blood staining
body engraving
organs paining
and all you wanted was to see a smile
walk 200 billboards worth of repelling miles
worse than grocery spills
no clean up in aisle 4
and this clean up is for you

cimb up the tree
willow it's way into the bark
infect all the apples
make its self at home
reclaim all the apples
the consumer is not alone

morning swift tides upon a bank of swiss wind eroded rocks
rock your world because no chocolate is sweeter than your smile
milk pitchered chocolate leaving a streak of vanilla as a sunburst yellow horizon streaks on the water
i love looking in to your eyes
that's when time freezes and i chill like
an eyesicle

tonight i don't write
tonight i scream silently onto paper with vocal cords of graphite
i say my woes and watch them come down at me like a javelin diving into my esophagus
i don't ponder tonight...i merely accept my actions
for these actions will eventually lead to someone's satisfaction
hello poetry
goodbye confliction

ddd

what good are wings to a butterfly which cannot emerge from its cocoon
what good are radios to someone who is incapable of hearing
what good is sunlight to a plant which lacks chloroplasts
what good is chocolate to a mouth infested with cavities
what good is empathy to a serial killer
what good is $5 to a millionaire
what good is a brick to a foundation made of wood
what good is a blocked number

the wings are an embellishment
the radios are silent frequencies
the sunlight is a spotlight
the chocolate is a reminder
empathy is the cure
$5 is a charitable cause
the brick is furnishment
it is a reason to move on

what good is negativity
it is a reason to promote positivity

i do not empty my wallet this day or dive into my bank account
because the time i spend with you is priceless
i do not buy you roses or chocolates as a gesture of my affection
because you will understand that when you are blanketed in my arms

i cry because i cannot see you do to unlikely circumstances
the verdict says go downtown and find another to release your masculine desires upon
but i desire none other than you

tonight you are the one who holds my heart...you are also the one cutting off its circulation
but with every pulse you are not aware of
just know nothing can beat this feeling
and only one of us can feel this beat

i like pudding pops,
stopped by the cops until people drop from bottom to top
hip hop the land of the shops where people roam around in lofts
laura croft
laura secord
charlie sheen on ramblin notes
chocolate
pocket book take another look at the missing pages where the cover ages
spells of sages used against friendly wages and devious mages
turn the pages
page 1
page 2
page 3
page 4
too many galore for

sometimes you just make the world stop spinning
and my heart stop beating
and my eyes stop searching

i'd search for you all day and night just to see those
walnut

eyes

it hadn't been since aunt martha gave me the gift of a warm cinnamon  hinted hot chocolate on that brisk winter day, had I felt such warmth from a kind hearted soul...hands heated, warm ceramic reviving my icicle ******* (slow) blood flow

the cinnamon sparkle that gleamed and aromatized my gibbous eyes giving me a sense of acknowledgement
helping me to reach a state of full illumination
emit unprecedented light

such kindness and welcoming feelings
Wonka had encouraged me this way as I chewed my way through his half eaten golden ticket
a delightful treat but my taste buds hadn't treated it toooo delightfully

thank you for giving me your time and many thanks for permitting me to give you mine

the best part of my day is seeing you

and if i ever said i wasted it away....
            just
                                   remember
out of the 7 billion people (1000 i really know)
                 i chose
                            to waste it away
                                         with
                                                            ­  you.

p.s.

citronella and sit down with me cinderella

i see your swift current grasping waterfalls

flow

you make me melt

you are the bean bag chair to my acid trip

i want to feel deserving,

lack of purity on my mind

was it that difficult, a burden, to simply visit me for once?

i'd travel mountains but you can't travel on a simple streetcar

ya ....

the only ricochets of this waterfall are not your eye based ones to mine

but me leaping headfirst down your current led waterfall

hit the bottom

splat

i ricochet

sometimes i feel them
sometimes i don't

sometimes i float on them
sometimes i drown in that oil painted navy blue shade decayed tsunami

sometimes they carry me
sometimes they don't

i wave to you
and i get emotions which lead me a float

swirling lollipops in the grasp of my lover's hand
the way you love so seductively your tongue should be labeled as contraband
as i sift my hand through your sunshine blonde hair like galling granules of sand
it is you who i cherish
you who i hold so dearly
you who i caress in the palm of my hand

travel to atlantic city
with you around the world my missy
for i know you would surely miss me
but in a crowd  you stnad out i could never miss thee

i love your smile i love your breath i love the way your dress connects
to my drifting hand and your nightingale lace
with you time stands still it's a never ending
race

maybe one day i'll have them
but until then **** it

**** them all :)

who's got that knife scavenging the tourist attractions of my insides
such a pretty sight
let me and my friends join in
ohhhh a nice slimey liver i can make that thing swell up
just a overblown balloon waiting to be pinned
STAB
ahhh such a new addition, a river fabricated
flow my lovely , in to the depths which hades invites me so willingly
that pancreas looks mighty fine
let me touch it up
STAB
ohhh yaa now you look beautiful
just a sight for the masses
hurry get a peek while the attraction lasts hahaha
rarer than an eclipse
the one my uninformed volunteer sees is permanent
spLENDid
MarvElous
deLIGHTful

what's it like to be loved
to be the first person infatuated with in the morning
to be caressed
to be kissed
to be sweatered in kisses and blessings

what's it like to be loved
to be nurtured
to be the illuminating brightness of someone's day
10000001 lumens for you
to be the initial current which spins the motor of life

what's it like to be loved
to be loved
to be cared for
to be admired
to be listened to
to be ....to just be
to be accepted

i know what it's like to be loved
but these days it seems like a dust covered, degrading artifact of a long forgotten civilization
i'm just waiting for my archaeologist to come brush and restore what once was

when your smile fades my
heart drops just as your cheek bones do
and everyone's enthusiasm does
when your eyes sadden
my euphoria hides just as your
eagerness to welcome me does
just as an afraid bear cub does to a wrath swallowing winter  
when your smile fades
i cry in the corner and whip my self as if indiana jones did
shatter my crystal skull
granulize the pieces like the extinguishment of a burnt cigarette
my scars never fade
when your tears run
i run towards you to comfort you as beanbag chairs do
to channel flipping tv junkies
when your smile fades i will always love you
when your smile fades a part of me vaporizes
when your smile fades a part of mine grows
when your smile fades
i hope you know what it's like to be tortured
hurt and whipped
my scars upon my face just as the joker entertains
ensures my
smile never
fades
my darling *****

i look down and try to feel the beat of where my heart should be
but all i feel is a cavity watiting to be filled and a vegetable of an *****
surviving to beat
survival of the fittest
but the heart don't seem to fit

temptation the salivation....steaks running wild in our imagination
not the child from the third world country they dreams of rice and clean water, suffering from stomach inflammation
no more hesitation
regrets never earn commemoration, but persevere via faulty dedication

don't hesitate just act.....because then the outcome will be exact, that's a fact we remember in countless situational drafts

there is the draft of the cold breeze, she quivers at her knees as i whisper warm air into her ear canal, she smiles due to a warming sensation which intrigues
ear canal turned into an air tunnel resembling the structure of a funnel that we take for granted
my words produce air currents
harsh winds torment us as hurricanes wreaking havoc on all life and sound structures
gentle breezes persuade us to befriend the outdoors and our surroundings
initiate relief and relaxation
breezes accumulate into strong winds escalating into hurricanes
be careful not to let a breeze take hold of you; for we never know where the wind truly goes

i dare not to unleash a tempest upon my tranquil waters because i know i will be it's final victim

i wonder i

really really wonder

why does nothing seem wonderful anymore.

your smile is not as warm as it used to be ....as lil wayne said i got ice in my veins

morning snow gave me a cure turned my frown upside down

the beauty of fresh silk cast upon naked grounds by the master weaver himself

the real beauty lied in the characteristic of it's ability to rush my blood to my skin, make my temperature drop below body regulation, a prolonged decision of hypothermia

in extreme cases of hypothermia, victims undress themselves and are found naked in the cold due to biologically responsive effects

we are born naked , why not die naked too

at least we died cool (pun)

it makes me wonder
i really www -ww-woo-w-onde

(slows breath)

r

so much anger that words should ignite as they are typed

no wonder my CPU was overheating hahahah

at least this helps cool me down a tad

words which squeezed out veining the neck of the bottle

the bottle storing all my honest, sincere, compassionate words that no one wants to hear

the epitome of abuse just seems so used up

i've been shaking this bottle filled of chamPAIN for months now

slowly a mushroom cloud forecast has been developing

incinerated indium

violent violet

the cork popped

accompanied by the entirety of the split second mosaic bottle

and as usual honesty fed the beast

to live miserably ever after :( :)

today the weather is temperate and modest
sculpted as a model depiction of the artistic connoisseur's painting
i've been observing the seasons change on me
day be the day the park bench withstands yearly attractions, never yet less deranging

so as i lay back with crow bar on the corner of the plank
i wonder, don't think, i'm already of admirable rank
i dig my piercing meteor to the center of the bench
chip, a wedge flew off, resembles a baseball bat when clenched

happiness loves Missouri and i need to take a dip in that river
swim the distance into the current, direction; a lively propagator
currently chilling out on this draft,
catch your lustrous beauty later...we all know this craft

not much to write
so i sit here and type
the different attributes which surround my day
cultivated like a pottery wheel bearing clay
my hands are molding that which has limitless possibilities
to my perception of this perfect vase
bantering and yelling leading to shattering
redecoration of modern home decor
a righteous cause

i can't stop writing about you
i value what we had and i think your friendship was more than i could ask for
i just was selfish and wanted a relationship, which wasn't detected by this light house
your ship was translucent in this fog medium
i fogged up
i want to make memories not struggle to remember them

when bruises turn to cuts
and cuts turn to wounds
and wounds turn into lovers leaving too soon

when ill doings turn to trouble
and trouble turns to joy
the cringing smile on an officer who's punishment deploys

when you i see a star
and in your eyes i see the moon
but i look down at my chest to see a knifing harpoon

and when lovers turn to dust and
dust sprays along the moon
it will always be your station
to that frequency i will tune

you are my smile you are my frown
you are the reason my world is never upside down
you are gravity you are air
you propel me to do things; never despair
you are my reason you are my life
you are my flower when i'm in pain
but i grab your thorns in this blood trickling rain
you are my sunshine you are my breeze
these days you breeze on by swiftly
i love you you are my soul
but i feel like i'm the sole soul
in this milkshake drinking duo

i'm shaken these days only half the milkshake is ever finished

your eyes are a crystal ball
i see an infusion of colours and an array;
of my time transmitted self

i see my future and it's not just in your eyes
it's you <3

she snuggles next to me
always inflames my nostrils with that scent of over so whelming freshness
she is the car freshener which makes me admire long country side drives
she keeps saying hello...oh so beautiful and kind
i don't want to share
i'm a selfish *****
but she is not mine for the taking
she is a gift and i was lucky enough to unlace the first scarlet ribbon