Innocent
Is a foul
Description
Though her calm, meek
Manner
Seems to be
She’s a killer
If looks could
She would
****** us all
1st degree
While 3rd degree burns
Remind
Blind survivors
That she’s on fire

She wears
Prada’s
As red
As the apple
Eve picked from the tree
I’m destined
To fall
The rest
Is history
His story
Tells a tale
Of how she
Can be
Hot as hell
And still
Remain cold

The inferno
Was divine
Tears from a man’s
Eyes
As she sears
With just a look
Walks away
With what she took
The used
Remain heartless
As life
Becomes the hardest
Thing in the world
To cope with
Her dope
Can hook those
With the strongest will

She can
Turn a **** faithful
And a gay man straight
She can
Make the mute shout
And a ****** wait
For her consent
She’s content
With her independence
Declarations
To be single
Been on a million
First dates
And still
Not impressed
Her dress blows
In the wind
As the president begs
Monroe
Takes notes
While Monica
Remains low
Kings behead Queens
Then bow
At her presence

Either she’s
The devil
Or evil itself
If only she knew her power
She’d devour us all
Luckily she doesn’t
She’s one
Amongst the mass
And remains
The quiet girl
In the back of the class

The figments
Of my imagination
Form
Characters
Caricaturized
By their character
They exaggerate
My failures
Voicing opinions
I swear
Aren’t my own
But somehow
They’ve grown
With each fall
They rise higher
In cognition

An incognito option
Was proposed
In my sub conscientious
By an unknown
Object
I objected
Obviously
But the
Con artistry
Was shown beautifully
The calligraphy
Was written perfectly
And preferred to be
Read
By the misled….


Pride said,
“You’re lows
Can disappoint highly
Just a point
Made
To marinate
In the milieu
Of thoughts
That spill through

Once
Your highs
Reach its peak
You’ll peek
Into the heavens

Every minute
At this distance
From Earth
Will revolve
Around you
Evolve
And defy the laws
That helped
You grow
Denounce every ounce
Of doubt
And pounce
On greatness
Break the rules
And create the new
Standard
Behold yourself
And be envied
By the eyes of beauty”

...To be continued

I walk through the flame
With a torch
Scorching
Heat rises
While the Sun sets
Scolding Iron
Black burns
From the white hot

Esteemed
The bloods boiling
About to erupt
And rupture
The surface
Earth is
Perfect
For destruction
I get to choose
Shall I just quake
And make shook?
Or just break
And make soot?
To explode
Or stay put?
I can enter
As emperor
Ashes and embers
In the center of
Cinders
I stood
Like a cintaur
I was sent for
Tinders and timber
Fire from the heavens
Rays
To dissarray
I can reign
In array
In a way
That braises
Those in the way
I rose
At dusk
As dust showers
A presence with
A towering essence

I reckon
My wreckage
Has a message

Make haste
Or you will ruin
My hue in tune
With my shoes
Blues tone
Tutone
My red bones
Wouldn't break
If you through stones
Whose on?
Rock solid boulder
I smolder
I decide
When to explode
I can mold
Or stand bold

My manifold is manifested
In my crest

The formation maker
of multanimous nature!

I decide!
Devastation
Or Resignation?

Devise a planetary Invasion
or
Reassign my placement?

I think this nation
Is destined
To be the destination
For infestation

I wish
I could write my way
Out of this one
One too many
Slips of the mind
And forgets
Of deadlines
Lining up
To collect their debt

Take my time!
I don’t
Give a ****
Though my time
Is measured
There are infinite
Minutes
To obtain after life
I sold so much
To stay alive
But never my soul
What’s the purpose
Of life without it
I doubted
I’d ever be placed
So low
On the spectrum
Of happiness
But I happen
To have a heart
That beats regardless
Of a hardship

A list of loans
To be made
I borrowed
More than could be paid
During my days
In the burrows
Buried by my mistakes
Helping hands were lent
I took a grip
An uplifted spirit
With
A price tag
That wasn’t fit
For this
Budget
I wouldn’t
Budge
If this loss
Is my final
Than Finally!
I choose to refuse!
Help
For the price
Of my life
And lose
Again.

Again,
I gain something
From a loss
Against the odds
On the eve
Of destruction
Fate
Made a statement
That was heaven sent
A testament
That tests a man’s
Strength
Overcome this disease
Or come to your knees
And succumb
To defeat
Decisions will be made
To give in
Is out the question
Giving your will
Is instilled
And your vision
See’s the blessings
Seize the blessing
And received
The lesson learned
Let it burn
As a memory
Tattooed permanently
And showcased
For all to see
As history
Stares at its future
Which you’ve
Created

The music
Somehow
Managed to be
Manifested
By the duo
A deaf girl
And a blind boy
Worked
To create this work
Of art
One reads
The notes allowed
While the other strokes
The keysIn synch
They play together

Brail fails
To satisfy the imagination
And the
The hand signs
Signal
Your handicapped
Incapabilities
In case instability
Isn’t enough
To remind her

Reminders forgotten
By forging talents
Forming
As a Shaper of souls

The
Lost and found
They create a presence
Presented
As a musical performance

The conformants
Go with the flow
And accept their fate
Society tells
This peculiar pair’s
Tale
Is unlike any other

Fate begs for a chance
To show her powers
While the duo denies

Uncontrolled temptations
Can destroy relations
All for the love of love
The desire for more
Seduction is a tool
To make tools
Of vessels of truth
Pairs
Married together
Marred, scarred, and discarded
For one night only
One becomes two
And the two become lost
The trinity
Of a true relation
Is man, woman and the spirit
The spirit chosen
Can be angel or demon
Angels create
True creations
Demons use lust
To connect the unwanted
Matches
Igniting
The fumes of anger
And angst
That we all face
When with
Our significant others

When I meet the end
Don’t follow in suit
Dress me in a suit
All white
I’m alright
With however many moments
God
Loaned me
To spend
With friends,
And my
Next of kin
In the blend
Of happiness and ignorance
I stand content
Contrary to my obligation
To fall
Before all
Caged in
A casket
Cradled and Casted
Deep
Into the vast void
Of undiscovered
Land

The evidence of decompostion
Doesn’t sit well
With those
In positions
That demand proof
To make use of life

Those who
Make it based on faith
Leave
With a flash
That lasts
Until the last memory
Is played
They hope
The lord
Isn’t as strict
As the script portrays

I believe we are a portrait
There’s only truth
In what we see
The beauty or disgust
Is just
What we perceive
The picture
In actuality
Was painted
By the hands of time
Drawn out
To display

The power of an idea
The strength of a concept
And The Intrinsic Value of Nothingness