Dear Criminal,
As you sat there before me, in prison chains
I couldn’t help but wonder if a while ago
Your circumscription and castigation would be quite the same
Because for now, no matter the caliber of deed been done
You end up in a somber place of confinement
Where we all keep getting locked up one by one
But at least be glad, dear malefactor, that it isn’t 1675
For back then and in your position
How do I put this… well, you wouldn’t be quite so alive

She tosses her hair to the side, revealing a naked neck
A subtle invitation to play
As her eyes display a deep furious passion.

She balances her head on her cradled hands
A signal of her interest
While her eyes deep passion demands
That I don't stare at her *******.

Remaining calm I meet her gaze
Her pupils dilate in the shadowy evening
I've been thinking about her for days
Her beauty and poise is sincerely striking.

I bridge the gap our bodies leave
And gently touch her hand
She draws breath in, her chest it heaves
I proceed without a plan.

My mind is free from carnal thoughts
But filled with opportunity
To know this woman and her thoughts
As her eyes see straight through me.

She responds well to my touch
Her eyes now have a mischievous sparkle
I want to hold her now so much
My movements smooth, I don't want to startle.

As she goes to leave she whispers in my ear
Her breath creating a sensual tingle
She tells me what I want to hear
Words a man wants to hear when he's single.

By Arcassin Burnham


Lawless system , in my mind , slowly
tweaking , I can't imagine this would be.

Cemented to everyone, I always lock
myself in a four wall room, look at me.

Starting to , think that everyone, in
America are all just crazy , maybe.

All of these hateful privileged people,
Terrorize me , messages are memory.

You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon,
You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon.

/

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
I see peace , love,
And a journey,
Come and follow me.

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
You could take this,
Or just drop it off.

Peace , love,
But you just drop it off,
You think these feelings will leave you soft,
Use to think the same way , when it all
started,
And in the end I was not cold hearted.

Give nife to bed people
they will ****.
Give it to good people
they will save people.

a sleeveless
snook that
shook the
world from
its bar
did then
retort him
as ye
professor traveled
in place
of Trump
where his
Cadillac in
the news
would cordon
worry on
his brow.

Placing my life on a bet
I lay on a motel bed
With heart pounding
And long loud emotional howling
That screams at the ****** inside me.
All throughout the act
I remain ‘inert’
While that pervert!
Gags and squirt.

Forcibly moaning
So as to earn a loaf of bread
for a family whose chieftain is dead.
This is the reason why I lay on bed.

Despite all this they make me culpable
Knowing very well with this I am feeding incapable.
If this is the law then answer me whether in true sense it is justifiable?

My only cry is my body has been taken for far too long
Does anybody want to take my heart along?