Two Men's vibes burning reach my Evez ice. Two my diamond cave enter. underneath my water fall. Vibration's from beyond, two distinctive voices won, ever twirling on and on; deep as violins his pitch fiddle his electrical guitar's timbre command starry skies above! My tantrick abyss below. I love thee two, lovers mine. Punjabi voice lover divine. I thirst for yours all's mine Our stars wisely magnetized! Both cosmically energized. A state of knowing is ours. dancing eons on two poles, to twirl on and ages on, the mornings and eves long. I twirl on two magestic poles. Long shiny studs hard as steal! First pole's twirl echoes longer Kemah lover elite's older ancient memory hunger! Implant blue pill chip slumber. From willow tree, past pole lover to new belovedz Punjabi forever See me twirl spread for thee wide! on thine glistening poles from past to present LOVEz! Loverz on and on! ~~~ By Karijinbba All Rights Revised 7-29-21.
Hipster dancer Hipster poet She danced On the floor He sang His song Hipster dancer Hipster poet She hip hopped In 🌷 tulip field Hip hop music Hip hop song He sang His song Hipster dancer Hipster poet She flaunted In the air Her golden hair Mesmerized Hipster poet Wrote a poem She is an official beauty Does well Her duty She dances so well She romances excellent She loves him He loves her On official duty They are regular Hipster dancer Hipster poet Confer love degrees On each other Hipster dancer Weds Hipster poet Vice versa Hipster poet Weds Hipster dancer
Hipster is not pejorative. Used in modern context. At working places, working partners become life parteners.
It was funny how Before her summer of fourteen Her life became A longing dream Small waist, Big hips, Double Ds, Thigh gap, An hourglass. E, t, c. This was her list and the time, Time Tick--- Tick--- Ticked away like grains of sand and salt The scale reads one five zero.
She had a Banana for breakfast, just one: Yellow and clammy, The way her skin had become and yet it was Cool and smooth to the touch. Milky. Like that dancer's dying eyes After the teacher had told her to drop a few pounds. Well, now she hangs a few pounds. Just for a few pounds. Toes pointed perfectly.
Do you like How she floats now? Are her little freckled arms Light at her sides now? Angelic, you wanted, and angel you now have. Held up by a halo of rope around her 14-year-old throat.
I hope you still get a chance to watch her dance from hell.
A swan gliding on water, A bird soaring through the sky, A horse running magnificently, A tiny dancer who wants to fly. Bold and strong on her own two feet, Beautiful and driven with every step, Vulnerable and powerful through her spirit as she freely lets go, Awaken and alive in the moment. Dancing away all of her demons, Regaining control, She is who she is when her feet moves, Just a girl dancing with her soul.
I am a dream dancer. My strings are taut over the vaults of the sky so soft. Like a quiet muse I hear the silent night breaking in. Like marble, strands of clouds shine brightly, in shades of rosé and nacre here, those anxious sounds are getting lost, now blanching in rust and debris near.
I am a dream dancer, staggeringly floating in the sea of the world, wobbling and falling on thin ropes, spoiled in nothingness and oh so empty, despicably holding the here in fear.
I am a dream dancer. And I fall As an eternal bliss truant To the ground.