You're a lucky *******.
Staple that on your head.
For finding a curious little seed
a curious girl in distress
willing to open up her legs
and kiss you, your ***** skin.
Who'd go down on you
on any given day;
wraps her fingers around
your big, long, throbbing ****
that's choking her to death.
Gasping for air,
on her knees,
lips wide open-
as she swallows you whole.
Licks everything clean
Including you.

I am a woman,
confirmed by intricate womanly organs.
I am a woman,
Whose heart has been stolen.

I am a woman,
Who looks upon her husband’s soul.
I am a woman,
Trying to comprehend contentment’s goal.

I am a woman,
Running from society’s judging eyes.
I am a woman,
That sometimes cuddle with lies.

I am a woman,
Looking underneath broken shards to find faith.
I am a woman,
That understands the wisdom of what Jesus paid.

I am a woman,
That believed I was damaged to the highest degree.
I am a woman,
Whose flaws shaped me into plain, exquisite Ree!

Whistle sounds, alarm beeps
Battle drums, my heart beats
Rising sun, crowing ****
It is here, riddle me

Silent bath, floating thoughts
Towel dry, connected dots
Tucked in shirt, shiny shoes
One quick prayer, banished blues

Speeding cars, crowded trains
Changing lights, fast paced lanes
Blaring horns, jamming doors
Quiet rides, bone-face walks

Smell the air, raise your chin
**** in chair, eye on screen
A sip of coffee and you know you'll win
Welcome to Monday, you can get through

You travelled everywhere and now you're back.

Like a child
Reckless.
Careless.
Wanting everything.
But this time you must sit.

I can't ground you
But I can guard you
Renew you
Train you
In the way you should go

And when fear comes
Or envy
Or worry
Or lust
You won't depart.
Not this time.
Stay mind stay

Maybe it's not always bad to feel empty.
Maybe it just means you've given your love away and poured your heart out.
Maybe we should all be empty, of all our dreams, our hopes, our wanting.
Maybe when we find our one thing to pour our all in
Then we'll be glad we can be empty.

Or at least begin to be.

~
Slow Streams, Heavy
Can't drag
Bush, dead rotten roots
Broke out at the end of

Black Clouds violent air
Wants to take the lead at advancing
Dancing up the Stoic waves
In the Songs of end evening

Floating Nyctanthes of morning
In the intangible afternoon want to be lost
Find for whom broken heart
Behind returned to

Songs of time
Untimely rainy day, huff
With it, you have to compose verses
It's worth, words of divine

I just wait for the time of your
Take it to Search within any forms
Remaining is not a romantic anticipation
No, not even in the rainy Song

Come with the dusts of wind
Ah! that grew an immortal Span of Pilgrimage
Drops with Drops made love
Come out of the way during the wild chariot

Oh, Going back to !
Slowly goes with the dreams
In the rhythms of falls, rhymes of poetry
Elusive in the Songs of end evening
~

you forget
you are a poet
and accidentally
make sense