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Another procedure
Another focus
Another forming
Another demand
Another requirement
Another treatment
Another program
Another transition
Another way
Mending so much together gets the feeling of detachment like a puzzle being put together knowing you don't have all the pieces
As to planting a dead plant expecting it to flourish as a living one although the streets are filled with rubble and detritus
But other than shame I should be grateful to be another hope encouraged by dope empale by cope being left in the past, all washed up with no soap
Another option
Another review
Another content
Another choice
Another change
Live fast, and there is still no difference where to be content makes you feel contempt;
Where chaos seeking is the only way that you can feel like an actual person-alive
Another day
Another week
Another month
Another try...
Know it's belonging to yourself is what makes a difference to being accepted
I've had it and I've lost it over and over again
This is not a pick and go
As needed, pawn shop lifestyle
What is mine I privatized
Although having my hands in everything
I can't grasp nothing barely holding to my sanity
Accepting this to be grateful for that
Tic for tac
Like accepting I was responsible for get a car and not grateful and I got it towed
Synchronized, bullied, and mistreated
Sparked up a light that rekindle a flame that burns đŸ„”
Entitled to showmanship
Excuse me and I would tend to avoid it
My mind would try to get me to rage
It's unheard disrespect
Distractions are everywhere
Renard Jackson Dec 2024
Piled discretion with a message with means to a amen
Tired of stressing into messes with so-called men
Adapt or blow in the wind counting my blessings from sins
Learning a lot from my losses just to take heed when I win
we are born to die a contemplation so that life's content
so we posted online to see how many views we get
Pleasure is a distinctive taste
as for everything isn't gold from another man waste
Thoughts linger and time passes people get older
It's life
Renard Jackson Dec 2024
My Endorphins wants me to Morphin
It's just a interaction that makes me
Held up by my own actions trying to cut loose
Although getting too loose could get me cut
Dwelling these thoughts are heavy but there is no control
Like a phone shorts and clips I have to scroll
So I cast this from a pen to paper
Words are giving another outlet
Rigorous authenticity surrender the outcome
Dense moments from uplifting events
Drugs make my dopamine want more
It's normal to me, wanting more than I can see
A pyramid chain of effects
One realisation of my conceptualised phase.
Thoughts that was crowding the brain....a fallen reasults
  Sep 2024 Renard Jackson
Styles
Your perfectly shaved deliciousness dripped its juices,  
I was pulsating with pleasure,
guiding your eager hips
gyrate back and forth,
twisting and turning
in sync with the force
of my thrusts.

slowed down,
opening your legs
talented fingers
spread your
warm folds
wide apart
for me to
enter
you
  Sep 2024 Renard Jackson
Styles
I crave the touch of her lips,
soft against mine,
then to slowly lick around
her mound, savoring
every curve, every line.

A mouthful of her juices,
rich, warm, and sweet,
it’s the only thing that can calm
the fire within me,
the heat beneath.

Each drop, a taste of heaven,
so pure, so true,
her essence on my tongue,
the only thing
that pulls me through.

In this moment, nothing else exists,
just her taste, her scent, her kiss.
Truthfully, I need her, every part,
to settle my mind, to still my heart.
  Feb 2022 Renard Jackson
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
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