Your mouth speaks soft sincerity but my gut just whispers to me" let it ride"'

Sweet salvation in front  silken enemy inside.

Your eyes.
Invite.

You picked a side my lovely friend sight unseen who knows
What could have been.

Keeping you close now as my frenemy.
Frendship
Denied.

Nowadays we ..speak freely...feelweakly.

Nowadays we.. think freely... thank... fewly
Bask...rudly.

Nowadays we  ***** nitley...love litely...
Love fightly....

Nowadays we...Think fewly...talk..cool-ly
Do...small-ly

These days  we wise...litely...blaze...brightly...high
Highly...*****...drunkly.­..boogie... funkly.
TheseDays we...spend freely
Debt...really.
Today we...hide deeply...no sleeply.
Feel..me ?

Pulling chards and splinters from all four chambers all those missions.

All those submissions to loves demands.
Splinters deep fast asleep fast as a nordic frost setting deep in barren earth.

Rusted spikes driven in during days of sin. From brighter days and carefree obsessions. Keloids and scar tissue.

A do over ?

Ready.
Set.
Begin.

Man, I been admayrin that thing from small.
Before I even know what it called.
All island man an west indian love it so.
All the while was a kama sutra thing.
Originate from da Coolie man.

Puni mek man sell him soul
Give up money and comfort
Lose silver an gold.
Now dont get defensive nor play you card close.
See.
Is a natural beauty a gift send from heaven.
Ladies you got the best seat in da house.
Cause a good dose a puni mek man outa mouse.
Mek man beat up him chest.Roar like wild lion.
So
All praises due an nuff respec.
To the flower with power
Love ya ta death.

There be a sweet spot Aarrgh . A sweet spot rite betweem my eyes and my id where my mojo crawled off and hid.
And thats when I cant make It
do what it did before.
My writes feel like I'm I
batting lefty with a hefty bag dropped over my head.
              Cant write anything past my a,b,sees. Like scratching with 10 oz gloves laced on. Fuzzy.
                          Like music underwater.
All dry.All out.
All of reasons and whys...the words..mock me while sipping brandy. Cigar smoke wafting.
Easy chair. After all no sense to it. Just verbal diarrhea. Cunning illusions...sweet nothings.

Blessed am I
For
I am blessed
To have lived long
Longer than the rest

For stumble and falter did they,one and another.
Some were my sisters and some claimed me brother And some forsaw roads end
And some knelt at the alter
Of greed and libation and drugs and frustration
Standing apart or shoulder to shoulder
Falling away like wheat neath the scythe.
I grew and grew older.

Both by chance and choice
So I lift my goblet and voice .
A toast
To survivors guilt.
Never.
Karma has hawk's eyes and hound's ears.
And I  for my part am bereft of tears.