O sappy daffy incongruous frog
Waiting for a beauty queen
to be kissed by
to turn to a prince in your dream
You want some lessons
on art?
You want some lessons
on art?
then come to me
For ye it’s gonna be for free!
Oh come to me
I can teach you how to read
Poetry
in manners that are non-slurpy
and slimy
As your automatic long tongue
I be a friend and a lover and a teacher
For the manifesto of our Love
We’ll read as loud as we can with our combined reptilian heart
Let’s shout until we silence
Let’s shout until we can be heard
as and by and for the silence of the spirit
Without defining
Gentleness
to be assigned to any poetry
Let’s trespass these fake borders
of the image of our predefined
Body
in our
As boring as can be
shells
made of the phrase
Only clever birds sing it as:
“This has been done already”
before
Your shout would silence
My Palpating heart
Please do not misunderstand my
Love word
and traditionalize
As mushrooms grow
Under rotten
Floors
Of urban flats
or lies
Like
La la la lies
and pathetize
Yes Pathetize
my words
Without understanding what they’d truly mean
When words
Combine to a phrase with the spirit
Truth shouts
but not the cynic
Like a poisonous
Venomic-Tonic
Made of the scared sound of your blood
which should have instead been sacred
by the earnest of our lovership
and
Without any of your definitions of poetic
You shout
You shout like politics
Which is meaningless
For true ears
A defined silence
has no power to trespass
Boundaries of conditioned
aesthetics of your
Learned poetry
Let's dare to read love now
As plain and clear and straight
As can the truth of hearts be
without the need of any gelatinous stickers
or the chess board tattooed
Along the skin softness of
our sitting bones
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
O sappy daffy incongruous frog
Waiting for a beauty queen
to be kissed by
to turn to a prince in your dream
You want some lessons
on art?
You want some lessons
on art?
then come to me
For ye it’s gonna be for free!
Oh come to me
I can teach you how to read
Poetry
in manners that are non-slurpy
and slimy
As your automatic long tongue
I be a friend and a lover and a teacher
For the manifesto of our Love
We’ll read as loud as we can with our combined reptilian heart
Let’s shout until we silence
Let’s shout until we can be heard
as and by and for the silence of the spirit
Without defining
Gentleness
to be assigned to any poetry
Let’s trespass these fake borders
of the image of our predefined
Body
in our
As boring as can be
shells
made of the phrase
Only clever birds sing it as:
“This has been done already”
before
Your shout would silence
My Palpating heart
Please do not misunderstand my
Love word
and traditionalize
As mushrooms grow
Under rotten
Floors
Of urban flats
or lies
Like
La la la lies
and pathetize
Yes Pathetize
my words
Without understanding what they’d truly mean
When words
Combine to a phrase with the spirit
Truth shouts
but not the cynic
Like a poisonous
Venomic-Tonic
Made of the scared sound of your blood
which should have instead been sacred
by the earnest of our lovership
and
Without any of your definitions of poetic
You shout
You shout like politics
Which is meaningless
For true ears
A defined silence
has no power to trespass
Boundaries of conditioned
aesthetics of your
Learned poetry
Let's dare to read love now
As plain and clear and straight
As can the truth of hearts be
without the need of any gelatinous stickers
or the chess board tattooed
Along the skin softness of
our sitting bones
