Three of a kind after your full house
My deck of cards has run out
Pocket aces? I guess not
High cards in hand and ******* at the flop

A silent breeze until it embodies leaves
To create gentle laughter amongst the tiny green beings
Met with the melody of a mockingbird's song, perched upon a thin beam as it travels along
Across a shallow field that cannot hide its creatures from their fiends
Underneath an eagle's wings, a rabbit screams

His caressing fingers lace into mine
Strong yet soft hands hold on as if for life
Peace has been given a new reality
He stirs my soul as we drift into sleep
Spilling maroon though internally blue
Courses through my arteries and returns to your veins
To become one with the same creates a beautiful difference
And we are

The beat of his heart has become one with my palm
As we drift under brunette silk that wisps upon elevated ivory skin
He traces the freckles on mine as I gaze at constellations
Whispered giggles from our strategic tickles
We make love even when we are separate
Our chests glow from our radiation
Reciprocating kisses on lips of shea
His earth toned eyes stare second guesses away
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Do you want to die tonight? Are you willing to fight? To writhe and wither away, though you try with all of your might? Will you suffocate from fright? By all means attempt to save your own life, one loves to watch anothers' strife.

I suppose it is not true as it always is
A lifetime of finds to live and let live
Multitudes of perspectives begging to forgive
I would rather have a grave to dig
I am ****** up in the head
And I know this since my mother inspires me to write
About death and fights and poltergeists seeking my soul to feed their fires

I had a dream as Martin Luther King, but my vision was blacker than his skin. Depression is omnivent by my own kin, manipulating my feelings by their self-centered sins. I need to get away, break the chain... For else all I shall sport the bitterest of grins as my mother did.