Man's sinful nature gives Satan great power
I see their faces,
I read their shared thoughts.
Anxiety is a human trait that reflects hate into extreme fears
because of money, fame, power
we compose
and disclose
or darkest  secrets without those noticeable twitch
~~
One small question remains
Who is going to be here to pass the next baton?
Injustice!
~
Pardon me; do you have any Grey Poupon?
No!
Only watered-down ketchup
Because only the young die young

I am the unknown poet
Trying to survive amongst the poet of poets
I am always woven word and thoughts
with whatever is on my mind

I go down by the river,
the rocks and
Crawly creatures speak to me in a poetic way
The moon and the stars
Crusade against my poetic ways of
Saying goodnight to them

I visited the highest mountain in my mind
I felt those waves of ****** ecstasy
So I said what it is,
Is what it is?
I am an unknown poet who seek adventure
The one who see the world in colors,
even when the clouds
Are gray and rain never seem to seize
Because
the very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure
I have a fear of deep water,
So, I never allowed my mind to
Take me under the deep blue sea
Where a school of tilapia nibbling at my feet
where the dolphins out bid its leaders for a piece of me

I am the unknown poet
trying to survive amongst the poet of all times
I am always woven word and thoughts
With whatever is on my mind
And it’s mostly for inner peace

Where are you tonight Irish Eyes?
come
use your lip to airbrush my body
Let it be
a mere transformation of a frog into a Goddess
use gentle strokes to activates
my wildest ****** fantasies
~
Stroke me, tease me upon my request
From my head to toes no time to rest
Airbrush my body with admiration.
Let it be your only salutation

I am your
dark rose from the garden
all eyes are upon you.
tonight we shall share something beautiful
my pink satin sheet  that never generates such heat
At last!
Our bodies unfold into a night of ****** fantasies
making love to you is going to be so easy.
Could Morning bring a new beginning?
~
Move slowly upon my request and trace my curve
tonight I am your mistress, your wife,
and most of all
your Goddess amongst the mist
Harden the steel of your love for me
Where are you tonight Irish eyes?
Where are you?
'

from slavery to  
sin someone had to step up  
  to save humans life

My Brand New Ripped Jean
the one that make
My curves becomes a liability
my long slender legs moves forward against the wind
displaying the warp and weft  throughout the fabric
~
Making my world look better
a wonderful appetizer for my admirers
until you said
"here comes my Queen",
Shucks!
Have you ever known the Queen to wear blue Jeans?
Shucks!

Ungrateful offspring
sharper than a serpent's  tooth
a mother’s love fails

The worst thing worse than bad poetry
Is when the poet forget to sign his name
Blaming his ideas on his penmanship
Even when he wants to be witty
His unspoken words comes across as
A lame duck poetic predecessor

A uprising poet should always
Cast his/her nets and wait to see
What he catches,
because words are merely an utterance
of ones language.