Bills bills and more bills!!! Can I escape this liquidic abyss riddled with electrical flows that strangled my woes?

Californicating in high gas prices and rent that drives me deeper into saving my soul rather than my account...

These prices strike louder and brighter than Zeus' thunderbolt, like Greek gods can only be summoned at the shear sight of monetary value, leaving an impression greater than Mother Goose...

Sell my assets or sell my soul..? I struggle to comprehend what will consume the consumer only to pretend...

Tesla couldn't fight the good fight Edison tried to contend...

Yet I remain firm, like the Rock of Jabralter I stand proud between two islands...of insanity and genius, yet the two intertwine so elequently...

Am I oblivious to pretentiousness...? Or caught in the net of Poisiden...helpless, flapping so daintily....

The world eyes are green, yet I see blue...
Filled with innocence and bliss so true...

Bartender, allow me to take a dive in your shots filled with sympathy and obliviously pain triangles can't slew...

On a parallel of happiness and plains of joy, certain dimension can't destroy...

I continue to swim in debt like Phelps, no coy.

California....I love to hate this place,
Gas prices high people getting high on a false sense of reality....lets get it right

Exotic cars and intellectual flaws
Riding down the boulevard

****, can I drive without the admonishment of getting far..?

Dreams of impacting the world one country at a time
Schemes of people full of vanity, fallacies that aren't mine...

Can I dance with the moonlight like King Harvest and not be sued for human rights...?

The waves of excitement once stimulated my thoughts, Filled with nightmares and dreams a southern jezzabelle once taught...

What can you do for me and what I can't do for you; the nightlight just caught...

Yet I remain humble, though I stumble through the golden coast that boast dreams a civil war couldn't  fault...

Dreams of californication....with laid back sentiments and pornification...

Can I wake up from this guitar riff of fornication?

Yet I Vibrate....And marinate on this pointification...

My God you are everything I've long to cultivate and grow for...

Milky stem, curvy pedals, picturesque I yearn to adore...

Thoughts of growing seeds that multiple the very essence that fuses farmer and produce...

Yet your thorns draw true blood of mental conscieneness I fight to anti demonized the truth....

Can I paint your corners like Rembrandt so eloquently, the colors of time and love so intertwined in a hypothesis that escapes me...?

My antithesis, which I so love to steal, though I'm not from Pittsburgh I'd love to steel your heart encased with every mineral that's long lasting...

The Broncos run wild...the Titans gracefully sleep...to a center point of marriage of a carriage full of mustangs you hate to condem...

Fly with me, no regrets of the southern admonished relationships you will soon see...

Strocked with silver linings of our legacy only Apollo runs to see...

Shining so bright the night of Athena is thwarted by her warful existence....peacefully...

Let our love be struck by the lighting bolt of Zeus that originates the balcony you couldn't see...

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll delve in this Greek salad of ponderance like a patriot....haha Brady could aquite it's intricacies...

Rythmic movements move the very essence that is floetry

Coitaly stimulating your senses to the highest degree

Now can WE reach ******* jisms like a piano key?

Vibe.......like a volcano meeting a tsunami?

I just want to cool off together and create islands of our destiny.....

I wanna *******…. And not just in the literal sense, but seeing those eyes melts my body like lava running down from a volcano that just erupted violently….now can we cool off with your oceanic flows and create islands??

I say you’re the **** as you walk to and fro,
exuding the essence of woman in such a sultry kind of way it glows…
my thoughts could ravage your very innocence of you not knowing the truth….my eyes constantly rip your clothes off tasting your flesh your wetness your inner thighs…

Dont pardon my French but rather invite the sounds of me French kissing your soft lips down below…
apart from parting those pedals of lustful intrigue desiring the nectar that flows mightier that the Mississippi river herself……****….if you only knew…..you say the one true power you desire is knowing the unknown…

But if you truly knew the perverse ways and rhythms this ride could give you, it might shatter the very thing you desire most…

Like the morning dew off of stems as the sun beams down creating a unique sense of calmness and passion….that’s what portrait I portray being inside of you as father time stops to greet mother nature of her silky curves and milky libations…

Poetically taking sight sound and colour into a masterpiece of grandioso melodic vibrations….
vibrations….hah….my vibrations of crystal blue persuasions can seismically decimate your walls of Jericho with thrusts from my rambunctious sword….**** ah ******* it mechanically drops a single drop in a vast ocean in comparison…
but I cant lie about wanting to split your mind and body like an cherry tree…

Honestly, Washington on a presidential status couldn’t get ahead of the head I could mentally give you ….can I be your mickey d’s and turn your body into a golden arch….Kurt Kobain doped up on ******* will tell you to let me be your…..nirvana…..ecstasy….to the highest degree….

And now as I draw a blank unto this computer screen having been mindlessly ****** to ******* jisms at the sheer thought of the words that formed my thoughts to this here theatrical scene…
i say…..good morning….

I can't sleep...like King Midas I learned a lesson
Like a wild stallion advancing with his stesons..

**** the obvious I want you like you want guitar lessons...

****, I just want to be your everything
Without IG or FB causing a calamity scene

Vibrate...like the trumpits of Jericho decimating your inner walls of wet moist  Marley green....smoking hot...

My thoughts liquidated Jack and Jameson only to execute a formulated high of her.....making that "Beyoncé" trot

**** it I'm high and drunk off her love and inner being that is.....HOT....

Can't catch a break but I'll catch her heart from escaping mine in time of a simplistic woven knot...

Knot or not....bartender, twisted but not stirred in a ***

Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs

Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught

Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes

Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry

Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...

I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...

Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh ****....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...

Yes, I admit......I lost.....confederately....

The sheer thought and idea that isnt me...

Creating ideas that transcends time and eternity.

Yet, and so yet.....it's hard to equate that demon that dominates my very well being...

Tried and true, like black and blue...the scares that leave me floating in the clouds of emense obesity.....

Full of lies....hate...but disguise...

Yet the light still craves the good that lies within me..

And I'm always on my knees not to be a sore loser, but yet stand an Absymal winner

Time....

Time is the overseer of all things. It sees man plan their dreams, envisions building kingdoms of triumph and success; it imagines a legendary tale of demonstrable headlines and broken promises of prosperity and hope...

Time sees man destroy the moral fabric of existence they proclaim just and righteous in every way.

I wish that word called TIME would hang itself on the very noose that enslaved my mentality ascertaining the how instead of the why....

Debt surrounds me, pain harvested off her character THAT is profound indeed...

Yet I fly towards that beacon of hope, hope that raises the awareness of the disparity that TIME did to me...

Enslaved by spite.....incompetent by love, and disestablished from the civilization that shackled my free thoughts and aspirations to be what I view into the future they call TV....

Time cant rectify the pain and the cause of suffering it conceived, but rather...insight the pained and unjust about the antique methods of a travesty,

perverse in the feeling that ethically cant be...

The sandbox remains the memory of unity and love we once had, constructing castles and dreams that made us glad...

Glad that time didn't execute the CAUSE nor the EFFECT that criticizes legends and overlooks acts...Fore with these thoughts, my mind is swinging like an ax..

Chopping down the very truth that few lenses neglect to see,
ascertaining the very thing that IS......ME...

Yet I digress from the vanity and selfish proclaims that TIME can or cannot see,

Because it is TIME that adjusts the lens that anyone chooses to be....

Ignited by seconds, decimated by minutes,
the hours daze by,
so the weak falls monthly to a quarter of understanding, respectfully semi or bi...

and STILL I yearn for the centuries to amass a millennia I never dreamed of being...

Waking up like this is always key,
yet the morality remains locked inside the tapestry of emotion so smooth, its tranquility...

How long can TIME hold out from destiny?

Moby **** couldn't reveal THAT being lost at sea...

oh I see...

So I'll cease...

Oceanic Liquidity

Melodies of Love Live Life

How do I end up so lucky/unlucky to have/not have  you??

Completion of thoughts, eyes lustful filled with the eternity that makes my heart MELT...

Wet with the history on a scroll that prescribes our love in large doses...

I'm hooked off your endorphins and prescriptions of forever and always, mentally I'm hooked...

You're the perfect high, inhaled long ago and trailing this whole time like smoke leaves a gun, no Captain Hook...

Let's fly away from this mindless place of crannies and nooks...

And fill our library of love with memories and watery brooks...

Dripping, with thoughts of what could be, ******...wait look..

My mind drains in the faucet yet stays clogged with what can be and could be seen...graphically with leaves of autumn satires in everlasting love and wintery passionate wet sheets...

Though the fire builds and smoldered with disconnection and non-affection I'm still willing and able to love and hopefully live with happiness filled with lilies and sunflowers, the soil we found is so meek...

Loving your grips, my throat suicidally bleeding but healing, as the sun heals the wombs that could be...

I love to love your ambiance...your smile...dripping with the factual thought of ravaging you on a white pedestal of the piano keys...

Musically, sexually....horizons that I've never seen, only to wake up inside your moist starry glow of dandelions and tulips, my stem continually grows so perfectly...

Can I *** beyond this life into the next?  Seeking the birth of wisdom most abolitionist can't claim a defect..?

Oh boy, I swim like Japanese coy, tattooed on the events and situations that make people play like a toy....

Why...why do you look at me the way you do...
Disgust or disgrace...my mind wonders...

Though I liquidate my thoughts with the adult beverages of liquidity....expanding on what an adulterous may or may not be...

My soul grows like a rose beautiful but with pain that pertrudes from the stems of my very existence...

Shall I wilt? Or grow to a branch towards that which is called ecstasy...

Let my pedals wrap you in love and everlasting passion, all the while catch your moist dew that exudes from your ****** curvature...

Let my thorns remind you of the pain I once had from a stem of growth I previously had, so so sad...

Can this grow? Or can the soon to be a wilted soul gaze at the sun that glows with the rays of that which once grown to an imaginative fantasy, though a playful bliss of my imagination...

I yearn to farm such a harvest of bountiful happiness, though the crops seen to cultivate thoughts that once produced wetness on its skin that would moisturize the essence this isnt mine...

I'm still growing...whether it wilt or it flourishes, this garden won't be edaness, yet happy...

Yesterday.... Like the Beatles my troubles are here yet seem so far away...
Blood from my body and eyes blinded my visions of cesarian executions that brought light and a beacon of hope that's here to stay..

The year before, Mother Nature ripped my Afro centric other me from the abyss of an ovarian society...

Yet healed the once mentally enslaved legacy, holistically increased that same evil capital into tranquility...

And like an eagle soaring over the highest peaks of hope came to be in 1983...
Shocked the wintery mix with Egyptian ice cold veins and Greek ****** proclivities...

And though the vices that sinned my birth swayed my lens
Wings of stoic proportions haloed to an ascended degree, I contend

Oh I believe...in yesterday...

Ohhhh....I want you...but I want you to want me too like Marvin Gaye.

Trapped in an abyss of love like a honey bee feeling gay..

Skin tight, hearing your very Essenes that yearns for more..

Bright like a Tiffany diamond you shine,
Thoughts of your inner walls it ain't mine...

I want you.....like Louganis you dive DEEP in my heart...yet you swim less than Phelps..I can't help

**** that's moist...wet with the very action that you can or cannot help with but yelp...

But yep, I want you....like you want me to be wanted...

Academia took my soul and perversely undressed my mind into something sublime

Though this process can't repeat what it grew, to a rapacious savage that eclipses knowledge beyond this place we call time...

The King has arisen to the throne of Babel ready to reign with steadfast diligence and eloquent soliloquies...

Though having more degrees than a Russian protractor, wrought with angst of slaying the dragon of ***** filled seas, trumping the very ***** that actors hold with a certain pedigree...

Let my words hold you and console your soul that yearns for the feeling was once lost ascribed on a pamphlet of bedrock you call Imamate objectivity...

I'm back like Wayne's Brazier hook ready to cling to the cleavage of life, the breast of Mother Earth, the ****** of human essence, that milk of restoration...

Back to advance the front through side to side oceanic flows that puts the rhythm in your left thigh, and the blues on ya right....is THAT alright like F. Love say....

I say...what a momentous occasion...the intellectual liquidity that ebbs and flows through uncertainty...

The compass that was once West turns Eastward ready to rangel the stallions of the heartland, into the sunset, though my sun hasn't risen just yet...

Bartender, start my tab, I'm just getting started to pontificate confessions of a prolific "poetender"...

I love to love you even when it seems dismissive, the pain that sub-consciencely in your mind body and spirit is submissive...

To aid in the upbringing of seeds that has yet to be sowed, though the ground lay waste to hatred, the water seems bitter and cold...

I can't believe sometimes the decisions made and the actions that paved the road to the present...

The land of hips and honey dips temptation curves my epervessence...

The gluttonous libations that subdued my passions of inward truth and mind clearance

My inner savage wants to lay waste to the feminine landscape that ravages my eyes curved with pornographic images and lustful beings that spews the very wants and desires that only sheep venture beyond green pastures to search for...though the Shepard always makes haste

I AM the sheep that is ruled by the Godful staff yet the Shepard is a mystery to my being...

Why can't I escape this trap and lay traps to catch what is in my mind to devour the divine...which is my inner seeing?

Yearning for a solution though my blood is infused with the generational thorn that grew from the concrete that pines for attention...

I only hope and pray my soul cannot be the host of these atrocities of this century riddled with alternative facts and vanity...

If this world were my infant then I am the reason it grows into the abyss of regretfulness...

Yet the flowed of a Rose grew without waste, a beautiful mess...

Can I salvage what was once happiness and dreams of harvesting a bountiful plenty, well I guess time, that water, and minds will make her divinity.

A reflection is merely the unspoken empathy that screams save....me