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Cunning Linguist Apr 2014
Then took her by complete surprise;
Bursting forth into hysterics
I gazed into her glazed, mesmeric eyes

My intention descending like nightmarish haze;
Said **** that merit badge
Grandma ***** let the cat out the bag
I wanna play


She's fixin for a lickin
And I'm dying to get a taste

That ***** glistening so listen
Preheat the oven don't need no glove
I've got an addiction
finna bore in
frictionless!

Instantly smitten,
Her face turned shades of crimson
when I finished with
"Lets play genital hide & seek -
You're it"
It's time to remit demented dementia baby
I'm not so easy to forget;
& I'm shots of splotchy red like syphilis

Don't front like you won't give me the nookie
Girl urrbody had a crack at your world famous cookies
& I just can't keep my hand out the jar


Tonight I'll wrestle a cougar with my bare hands
I pity the fool
who'd refuse
To dust off that honeypot
& Dive in head first
Like Winnie the Pooh
Cunning Linguist Apr 2014
Like an explosion;
But in  s l o w  m o t i o n,  a tidal wave crashes
This ironclad vessel beginning to thrash
Through the flashes of light though I see a brief passage

The corroded bolts past their toll
Give way exposing the hull
Capsizing the flood gates,

Negating promise of a safe harbor ashore

Amidst the panic and commotion
Together we sank, into the ocean;

Sailing the high seas of impassion
I was impassive, &
Like an anchor

Love plunged to unimaginable new fathoms

Dragging us down;
Perilously we claw hand over fist
The sorrows we drown

Adrift the turmoil and wreckage
Bubbles ascend toward the surface
(Spluttered echoes of our last choked hopes)

Water fills our lungs expunging the air
Fearing the end I daresay;
Babe take my breath away
Death is only the beginning
But I’m afraid of the forward path’s embrace

Dead ahead through the currents we tread
Shallow water blackout,
There's no turning back now,
Let's die as we lived
Somewhere,
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There we were, you & me
Dining on lobster
in Davy Jones' locker
Cunning Linguist Mar 2014
I opened a door in the cosmos
and was swallowed, ensconced
by the darkness that followed.

Euphoric,
there you were
Phantasmagoric and sidereal;
I find I'm beside myself.

Come along and freefall with me
At the end of times
O'er the cliffs of nigh
We'll aspire to fire into spirals of nebulous unknown.
A companion to "Foxy space lady,"
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/546952/foxy-space-lady/
Cunning Linguist Mar 2014
Shut up
in abysmal oblivion
to the millio(
nth) degree

Shoot up
the drug writhes,
pulsating through my veins

Usurping my brain
as my visual modality turns inward
awakening my inner eye

Mentally breaks the binding constraints
finding my center,
I enter the
void

Then I shoot off in space and time
inserting my Mind someplace
light years away from reality

Inert I remain
And what was once pain and indifference
Has become

Upshot
in transcending
zen**
To the point of omniscience
Inspired by "Soy Sauce" from the novel and film
"John Dies at the End"
"A drug plot in the novel's first act sees a demonic presence taking the form of a narcotic referred to as "soy sauce," with its non-lethal side effects including enhanced sensory perception and clairvoyance, used by David and John in their paranormal investigations."
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/
John_Dies_at_the_End
Cunning Linguist Mar 2014
i am a robot
a cognizant machine
powered by electricity and
programmed from birth
regurgitating how to think
dress act talk
by television monitors

Salvation is dividing by 0

Originality
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The perplexing complexities
To translate in text
unnerving absurdity
Indexing apex
If ever I were so politely inclined
to initiate self-destruct sequence
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Cunning Linguist Mar 2014
You've been lost for quite some time,
and I'd never have thought I would find
the girl from my dreams,
the one I see when I go to sleep

I thought I had found her before,
I was only mistaken once more
and maybe you are the one
who will be my sun,
to drive away the clouds,
when the rain comes

I get this feeling,
when we're all alone
that you'll be the one
I can call my own

and when the time comes,
for our lips to touch,
our feelings intertwining,

maybe you'll wonder
if I am the one
that you see when you sleep
(08/21/09)
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