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Jul 2016 · 734
Love #2
Hugs, kisses, conventional small talk,
and the little essences of mutual respect
will not bring back the likes of the dead
but it can start the long, slow healing process,
all we can pray for is a little peace in this world
and all we can hope for is a little bit of love....
Jul 2016 · 613
Love #96
Your kiss is like a hurricane
sending my mind into a absolute frenzy....
Jul 2016 · 493
Reflections
Gazing at the cracks of my shattered mirror
reflects the echos that haunt my tortured soul....
Jul 2016 · 515
Love #104
Slicing the seams of my overstuffed heart
and bleeding out meaningless love.....
Jul 2016 · 449
Stain Glass Windows
Bullets bouncing off of wet concrete
still hot to the touch....

Outside my window, a sea of blood
millions upon millions of pictures plastered over television screens

Outside my window, bodies laid bare....
white eyes and frozen skin....

Stain glass window, one hundred million faces
outside my stain glass window....
Jul 2016 · 650
Life #3
Sometimes I feel that we move too fast and don't have a chance to cherish the little things like rainbows, sunsets, little picnics and dates, etc, we should just slow down and admire what we have before it's gone....
Jul 2016 · 817
Life #101
With practice comes perfection
but no one is perfect, so keep practicing....
Jul 2016 · 633
Gasoline Coated Cocktail
It's black and muggy....

a little bit of black ice
to burn my tongue

A hint of lemon
for that sour, exotic flavor

I sip and swallow
cough and puke..

A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat

and an unquenchable thirst....
Jul 2016 · 1.7k
Comedy #47
I'm afraid to call Donald Trump a *****
because that would be an insult to *****....
Jul 2016 · 952
The Ghetto
The stench of ****, *****, and feces
immediately hit my senses
as I step over ***** syringes
and white, powdered filled baggies
the imperfect combination
of ****** and overdose
the drool dripping out of their mouths
and the sight of eyeballs rolling
into the back of heads
I see the hookers who parade around
in their birthday suits
who's bodies resembled that
of a skeletal corpse, and of course
who can forget the music
that shakes the exterior
of a cracking foundation
half-dead bodies moving and grooving
to the sound of a repetitive beat
but the irony out of all this of course
is the transaction.....
the meeting between men
the sell of deadly prescriptions
and the lost of finances
only to repeat its licentious cycle again
but this is nothing.... it's actually quite normal
in the stomping grounds of the ghetto....
Jul 2016 · 568
Love #36
With barbed wire wrapped around our heads
we solidify our union with paperless rings....
Jul 2016 · 924
Poetry For The Common Man
It's 3 P.M, Sitting, staring at the reruns of Jeopardy and Seinfield
a microwave steak and some potatoes
sit gingerly on the tray, crunchy and frozen....

It's 5 P.M., a bottle of room temperature beer
cuddles itself around my hands
some potato chips spread across my lap.....
the television remote and I sit inches apart
yet, the separation feels like miles

It's 7 P.M., cold, rusty water pelts my naked flesh
the bath towels feel like steel wool
every little fiber, scratching and tearing at my skin
the soap is as tough as rubber......

It's 9 P.M, bed bugs have swarmed my mattress
scratching and biting, I smash one and a million more follow
some are flat and dry and some explode with leaking blood....

It's 11 P.M. I slip into my dungarees, there's a ***** spot
in the middle of the seams.... my shovel is rusty....
the van leaks exhaust and it bleeds gasoline

It's 1 A.M., I gaze at the tombstones and they gaze back
a foggy midst looms from the hills, it's raining....
a flash of lighting strikes, bright as the sun itself
thunder rumbles the earth.....

It's 3 A.M., strolling by the red light district
a back alley *******, no condoms....
ten dollars for one hour, twenty for two
I only have five.....

It's 5 A.M. the sun begins to rise
beer bottles pilled at my door
saliva, drying at the seams of my mouth....
back into my bug infested abode.....
Jul 2016 · 651
Mustard Gas
His eyes were a blazing yellow
choking and coughing up blood
his flesh developed sores
and the screams echoed throughout the night

We put him out of his misery
a bullet to the brain
and a star shaped hole in his head

We ripped and teared into our flesh
we couldn't breath, the mucus became thick
and the colors were yellow and red
signs of pus and blood

The masks were suffocating us
and we couldn't see...

a yellow fog hung over our heads
no smell, no taste, just air....
Jul 2016 · 585
Love #17
Caressing her until sunrise
and kissing her at sunset....
Jun 2016 · 534
Love #32
We enjoyed our soup and bread
the occasional kisses topped off with soulful glances
burning into our hungry hearts....
Jun 2016 · 459
Love #8
Jun 2016 · 460
Love #5
One hundred million butterflies,
swarming at the seams of our love struck souls....
Jun 2016 · 1.6k
Passion #49
Fingers frolic beneath the confines
of soaking wet underpants

Tasting yourself.....

Forcefully jamming every inch
of finger down your passion filled throat....
Jun 2016 · 497
Rosaries
Jun 2016 · 590
Life #84
Bloodshot eyes, and syringes sticking out of my arms
it's 3 A.M, I'm drooling, the Television, full of static
rotten tuna by my bedside, paralyzed,
my mind thinks a million thoughts.....
Jun 2016 · 801
Love #9
Sleeping on barbed wire mattresses,
caressing our naked flesh on rose thorn shredded bed sheets  
indulging on each other's lips
the taste of codeine, cognac, and blood
making love to the bruises of our tortured souls....
Jun 2016 · 530
Love #6
With the smell of fruit
she taste like strawberries
her soul, sweet as an orange
leaving a bitter aftertaste of memories on your tongue....
Jun 2016 · 980
Love #3
Jun 2016 · 1.5k
Love #85 [10W]
Droplets of compassion,
slowly oozing out of my frigid heart....
Jun 2016 · 552
Love #16
Snorting rainbows and swallowing capsules of compassion
I want to overdose on love....
What the hell is up with the assassination attempts towards LGBTQ+ community? what did they even do? I mean, why hate someone for being different, why try and **** someone for being gay, or, bi, or transgender? or whatever they associate themselves as? like it just baffles me how much hate and animosity this world has, if someone is different, let them be different, because we all have differences and that what makes us the same, we're human beings and should be treating each other as such, I have friends that are gay, and bi, and I'm a straight guy myself, but you don't see me treating them any different, I respect them and they respect me, at the end of the day, it's all about love, respect and character, when did we turn a blind eye towards those values and morals? it's just crazy the amount of hatred and violence this society will stoop to....
Jun 2016 · 839
Untitled #17
Slowly reassembling your brain, one syllable at a time....
Jun 2016 · 874
Love #59
I stroked your hair with cigarette stench fingers
and drowned your lips with whiskey coated kisses....
Jun 2016 · 1.0k
Diary Of A Soldier (1917)
Surrounded by mud
our feet make love to the surface
                                                        the bullets kiss us, the bayonets hug
                                                      our intestines.....

                                         The blankets
                                        cuddle with our cold, decaying corpses

we write to our wives, letters that will never be delivered

                    the wet ground gives our feet an unpleasant present
                    in the form of gangrene,

the rats  make themselves at home,

feasting upon the rotten
                                 flesh of fallen comrades.....

the maggots make use
of newly formed skulks and aged decaying bone

                                         then comes the symphony of artillery....

    the roar of gunfire, the marching of tanks
                                                    the mighty foot soldiers, and
                    the majestic golden smoke of mustard gas

          the trenches become our unwanted love
         and our unholiest of homes......

"The tears do not shed
the blood does not spill, and the soldier does not die"
is the common the battle cry sung upon us


            these bitter notes of blind fate forever sing to us
                                          

                                               the illusion of life and the irony of war.....
Jun 2016 · 745
Jungle Warfare (1968)
The slickness of a blade
pressing against a throat....
the cold steel meeting tender flesh
blood drips and a body tumbles

the taste.... the sight... the sound....
all quite euphoric.....

Ripped clothes, smashed items,
echo screams, and the raging fires that glow throughout the night

The beauty.... the savagery.... the destruction
all quite euphoric....
Jun 2016 · 2.4k
The Beauty Of Combat
Combat....

though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....

for example -
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger
which together correlates the symphony of motion
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of a bullet, and then finally to the ******* of it's victim.....

Quite morbid... yet hauntingly beautiful.....

Then come's the bullets quintessential cohorts

The Chemical and The Armored Car (a Tank)

The brutal barrage of steel cartage
crashing into unstable masonry
then the soothing smog of golden mustard gas...

The echoed shrieks, the violent shakes,
the ****** eyes and mucus filled noses
whose violent episodes finally conclude
when the eyes of death stare back at them...

Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....

The finally... how can we forget the noble foot soldier?
his footsteps, silent to the earth....

out of the hysteria and chaos
two men, two weapons, and a whirlwind of emotion  
nationalistic pride, paranoid fear, and  scattered  tranquility...

A sign, as is to say....
"I don't want to fight, but I have to..."

Which all correlates in the ****** of the bayonet
a twinkle of blood, and then finally the gentle weeps...

Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....
Jun 2016 · 1.9k
Cambodia
A pack of cigarettes, some gum,
some condoms, and $50 were stuffed
into his cargo pocket, in his left hand
a 9 millimeter, 10 rounds in the clip
he spotted a dead Vietcong.....

                                                              Yellow and scrawny....
                                                             a bullet through his right eye
                                                             his brains seeping out of his skull....

                     A little girl, walking down the dirt field road
                     a rice bowl in her right hand,
                    a bayonet in the left, it was covered in blood

Up the road, he spotted a fire,
the sounds of AK-47's whipping through the wind
a pile of bodies stuffed on top of each other

                             Ears and fingers wrapped around bare skinned necks
                                                                       the smell of rotten flesh....

                        To the south, a *******
                        high heel boots, lace *******
                        and a mini skirt, unkempt hair, pitch-black
                        red lipstick and hazel colored eyes
                        $50 for a hand-job, $75 for a *******
                        $100 for one hours and $200 for two
                       condoms still stuffed in the cargo pocket

                    A back alley, a sloppy *******
                    the ****** broke.....

                                                              The gum is still wrapped in foil,
                                              unwrapped, slowly chewed, sweet then bitter
                                           the roar of helicopters and the blast of grenades
                                                         American flags ripped and set on fire
                                                  A single bullet, a silent gasp.....
Jun 2016 · 691
Confessions
Here I am, sitting in a box,
confessing my sins to a man
who has committed more sins than me....
Jun 2016 · 1.3k
Love #95
I craved her attention, it was like oxygen
every "Hello" was simply addicting
and every "Good bye" was simply excruciating....
Jun 2016 · 472
Love #39
I've overdosed on kisses,
and found a detox for hugs....
Jun 2016 · 663
Love #36
The black eyes became our tattoos
and the bruises became our love bites....
Jun 2016 · 438
War #99
Our wives have become our grenades

                                                     and our sons have become our bayonets


the battlefield has become our home
May 2016 · 726
Life #82
She was a black rose sitting mindlessly in a field
of blooming poppies....
May 2016 · 798
Love #101
May 2016 · 633
Life # 106
We've buried our thoughts inside
the realms of social media and ultimately
destroyed the will of free-thinkers....
May 2016 · 576
Life #10
The fabrics of your mind,
unstitched by the scalpels of a carious tongue....
May 2016 · 506
Life #9
We're flowers, blooming in the midst of a minefield....
May 2016 · 1.1k
Love #99
I stared into her eyes and burned a hole into her soul....
May 2016 · 1.2k
Comedy #34
Skimpily clad girls caressing giant slabs of meat....
oh the ****** innuendos......
May 2016 · 616
Sexual Assault
Pants unbuttoned.....
his fingers slipping through
the confines of a cotton plaid skirt
tender kisses to the neck.....

A muffled cry, a powerful, painful ******....
a trickle of blood and a broken *****

Blood on the bed sheets and ***** on the floor
curled into a ball.... wailing sounds echo throughout the night....
May 2016 · 2.1k
Erotic Rendezvous
******* and bra's mindlessly slung over chairs
while the serenade of squeaky bed frames
is aided by the collaboration of lustful moans

Chocolate sauce drizzled over naked flesh
the toppings of whip cream and strawberries
are also included.....

The exchanging of saliva....
passionate kisses conclude the motion
of passionate ******....
May 2016 · 425
Life #71
A hot summer day, the roar of police sirens and
a lifeless body, cold blood evaporating on the pavement....
May 2016 · 905
Love #52
The euphoric sensation of wet *****
pinned against your face as the taste of juice
drips down your cheek as you hear your girl
scream, moan and pulling on every thread of bed sheet....
May 2016 · 462
Love #66
Love is a long and winding road
with plenty of potholes....
May 2016 · 889
Gas Chamber
Cocktails of cyanide and monoxide
hysterical symphonies and burning flesh  
heaven rains ash....
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