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Druzzayne Rika Jul 2018
Colours mixing with each other
there is a new colour born
a new shade
taking the new shape
blinding the landscape

spiralling out of control
not in hold
spilling its content
without intent
ripping over
and under
unclear
emptying till it disappears
it is gone now.
Rae Apr 2018
i didn't intend
to forget
the inspiration
that you brought up
inside of me.

but it seems
somewhere along the road
i did.
though avast percentage
     of Stone Temple Pilots, she push peep pulls
     viz vernacular speaking population
     to most pious take as gospel

     every word in religious tomes
     their collective soul asylum polestar,
     and doth decree important doctrines
     with especial accord

equal insignificance applied toward
    Judeo-Christian holidays across the board
thus easter tis no exception to the golden rule,
     where santa claus reached an a chord

follow auspicious signs alit in the night sky
     shaped like a drinking gourd
perhaps amassing plentiful harvests
     upon hamlets strewn

     across ******* populated Earth
     asper cornucopia exhibited secret hoard
sharing  plentiful Horn
     (and Hard art learned lesson)
     to stave off barren ness, ignored

going forward seeding nascent
     March Madness with help from Lord
     and Tailor as midwife hoot
     tended Ville Nova moored

by Wildcat fanatics, who unbelievably  
     espied heavens cleft asunder
     and golden rays poured
while collective spectators loudly screamed

     akin to the soundgarden
     of ferocious cats roared
witnessed history scored
earning players knighted
     with Excalibur sword
thence entire team handed
     Taj Mahal shaped award

which aforementioned *** hide lacks, cuz zit
     happens tubby April Fool's joke
thus above iterated verses somehow
     needs just a little bit of relevance to yoke

thine admitted ambivalent reaction to sports,
     yea aye pay figurative ****
hen to Rabbinic, generic fanatic primal
     tribal village people clan destine woke

and swinging focus of this poem
     back toward Religious perp ported berth
when (sans antiquity) trumpet signaled
     thus, any superstitions blew away dearth

when distant shofar heard
     in every home and hearth
anticipating arrival of the Easter Bunny,    
     who brings mirth

and hop poly distributes sweet treats,
     which children as grown adults,
     no matter necessity for teeth to be removed
     the sugary over indulgence wool worth
    
today thee American Dental Association chastises candy
     manufacturers bandying more weight
gaining deadly, debauched, and decadent, trait
then adultery verboten fruit to sate
hash-tagged reprobate.
Neil C Apr 2017
You twisted your perception
To believe what you wanted to believe
Without thinking of the repercussions
Your heart would feel in time,
I wasn’t about to judge
I’m imperfect myself
Mistakes made quite frequently
Learning and stepping forward,
My gut instinct will tingle
Skin start to sweat
If I stray off the path
I’ve laid down with true intent,
Be true to yourself
In mind, body and soul,
Only then will you find
Your own trail to follow
Give in to your soul’s desire
To avoid undue sorrow..


Neil C 2017
saranade Aug 2014
You, I,
      polymorphously perverse
           your hand covers my mouth
                   voices adverse
            Liberation, but in reverse.
Submit and admit...
                    Or
               disposed to oppose...
I want to beg, plead,
      submerse and disburse
               I burst in silence for my cursed thirst
             first, be more covert,
        I'd prefer if we
                  don't
                                       converse
I'll sing you your pleasure without
            a
                 single
                          verse.
How do I tame the tamer?
nate1990 Feb 2016
Life's a smoking gun
It's either hit or miss.
Whether your wrong or right
The scent of your intention
Always sticks around
For a minute or two....
Marcus Belcher Jan 2016
And my lovin
Is grown woman style
Old fashioned

- Ghostface Killah
Describes the kind of love I want to give.  If you need more specifics about what I mean
Just holla
Focused on my grind
Something more than just dollas
Vanessa Grace Sep 2015
Because I am terrible at using my words,
I often intervene with body language.
But I will never be able to say through an embrace
"I love you,"
"don't leave me,"
and
“won't you please stay?”
if all you do is continuously silence me
each time you pull away.


*v.g
Actions do have the tendency to speak louder than words.
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