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Escaping the prose,
  I hid in the verse

My mind to compose,
  instead of converse

Defying description,
  I sang through the notes

And placed my inscriptions,
in lyrical rote

I chose to hear music,
  over reasons again

To dine with the mystics,
  where forever begins

And when forcing my pen,
  back to stories untold

The Muse starts to darken,
—threatening Kobold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
People always ask me:
What do you want to be
when you grow up?
I reply:
A boss.
People already say,
I'm bossy as hell
and maybe that's why,
I get called a *****,
but I wear that crown:
like a ******* queen.
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Synthesis
I’m awoken by the sound of the alarm
My throats dry
My lips are cracked
My temples are throbbing
The rooms dark
As I open my eyes
I hear soft breathing next to me in bed
I check my phone
One call missed
three messages unread
The call from my father
The messages from her
Last nights a blur
The empty bottles around the room explain the fuzz
Truth be told I’ve still got a buzz
Truer truth be told as I take a swig from the half empty bottle I’m still drunk
My concept of self is shaky
What city is this?
Is it Cullowhee or Compton
South beach or Charlotte?
Or some where I’ve never been
Whoever’s in the bed shifts as I stumble out of it
I can’t tell if it’s the lack of light or the liquor
but I can’t describe her features
Maybe it’s neither
Maybe I just don’t care
Either way I open the curtains and flood the room with light
I know the city and her as much as I know myself
The only thing I’m sure of is that I’m on the top floor and still alive
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Abs
she wasn't aware of how many people saw her as a miracle
she could brighten life on the darkest day in winter
she could make you feel like you had a home in her heart

she made herself suffer just to feel better
she cared for other other people too often
she loved making sure everyone was okay

she wants love
she wants to be loved

she is so scared that she will not find someone that will love her the same amount that she loves them

she is the planets and all the stars
she deserves the whole sky
i love and miss you, beautiful.
On ravens wings as dark as midnight you come. Sailing down from the celestial plain. Blacking out the light of the stars you stand over me. I shiver in anticipation of what is to come. You cover me with your wings and pull me into your embrace. All of the light fades as you pull my spirit from my body and we ascend into the ethos. High into the darkness we fly. I lose track of time as we enjoin ourselves. Then the sun breaks the horizon and I fall back to conciseness as you pull back into the shell of darkness where you dwell. Exhausted from my flight into the forbidden pleasures of your touch, I collapse into my body as I wait for you to come break my spirit again as you feed on my passion and desire for you.
They call us when things are bad.
When no one else can help.
When all their ways have failed.
When life is over.

They release us.
When war is inevitable.
When the enemy was won.
When all is lost.

They force us to help.
When they can't help themselves.  
When bad does more than good.
When plans fall to the ground.

They call us the bad guys.
Well we are bad.
But not evil.
We have honour among thief's.

Who are we?
The last option.
The one who are thrown under the bus.
The Suicide Squad.
A simple man is what I am
I went to no university
Or college of theology
And no doubt that's why I'm confused

It occurs to me, when we see
Leaders and generals of all countries and creeds
Celebrate their victories with smiling pride
Shouldn't they be weeping with shame
For all the innocents who've died?

They all believe that their god is on their side
And quite often, the same god at that
All down the ages, our venerable sages
Have killed, tortured and oppressed each other
In the name of the wishes of god

Now I'm just an ignorant sinner
So can someone please explain
What kind of god do these people believe in
That needs the destruction of his own creations
And all in his holy name?

                                                          ­­  By Phil Roberts
Lips to lips
Tongue tasting tongue
Fingers interlocked
Hips to hips
My warm breath upon you
And a shower of kisses all over your body
Let there be no space between us tonight
So just rip off my bra and slay the last shield of decency i possess
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