someone who, age-wise, reached beyo[ɑ]nd
20 (quite beyond), but this extremist co[ɑ]n—
—science of a wicked armed
comic book vigilante keeps my mind thinking some—
—times, like: "wish I get to meet someO̲ne
who'd revise this inco[ɑ]m—petent wight into one
surpassing assassin"
[not a hitman, big ******* difference]
so there's a solid why in this ***
existence
["hell's waking up every ******* day & not even knowing why you're here"]
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but also 'cause some-thing I wa[ɑ]nt is o[ɑ]bscene mob ****
and tsars with their ***-lickers done
away with, since these swines live off wro[ɑ]ngs (a heap of wro[ɑ]ngs)
that's a base they get their filthy lives built upo[ɑ]n
get your vice-ridden hides
out of your private planes & whips
or your ******* ace retreats
like someone on an invitation list
come in sight & taste some lead
as if it were a plated dish
["come inside"; also, "sight" in the sense of "gun sight"]
or you may get iced, like a dra[ɛ]nk in heat
in ways way more creative, ******
the kind excited by pre-RPG "AC"/Jo̲hn Wick fight sh#t
[3A "Assassin's Creed" games, which have wicked counter kills & coups de grâce]
so it's art of violence, like that **[ɑ]stile rhyme piece
in which I have a despo[ɑ]tic swine fixed (to death)
["punishment of an autocrat"]
or like that wicked bass-musique-led symphonia
made by We Are Magonia
speaking re[eɪ] musique, for a scene in that way, my pick
like a vis. representation de—
—picting me, would be a midtempo-bass-like beat
["my pic."]
hold up, wait a bit
like a meal-serving guy the da[ɛ]maged phiz
of which is like: "PA received"
["waiter beat"; "PA" - "physical assault"]
I was saying stuff like "you may wind up slain by means
way more creative in plA̲ce of ju[ɪ]st
being shot down", like a ba[ɛ]nkrupt biz
["shut down"]
how 'bout a grave blood leak
initiated with an a[ɛ]mple streak
of slashes & stabs with a serriform saber, which
would be followed by
your knees & necks perforated with
bolts from a ******* crossbow? (nice)
my imagination tends to go crazy sick
when thoughts of mine get occupied
with elimination sh#t

I remember.
Sweaty palms,  
Cherry bombs,
Sunday Psalms,
Your whoopin’s mom.
And I remember you...

Summer breeze,
Swaying trees,
Trembling knees,
Friday tease,  
Searching so
desperately.  
I remember you...

Do you feel the rain?
Yesterday’s rain.  
Yesterday’s rain.

You...
Met you cussin’
on the old bus,  
Lovely and delicious,  
Sketchy and suspicious.  
You - addictive and contagious…

Hoping you would notice.
Know this,
I remember you...

You..,
Thinking I’s a wise guy,  
Beautiful and wide eyed,
Giving me the side eyes,  
Wearing faded tie dye,
Ripping on your side
guy.    
I remember you...

Do you feel the rain?
Yesterday’s rain.  
Yesterday’s rain.  

I was really reckless.  
You were simply luscious,  
I could not resist us.  
I think you
stole my necklace.

Know this,
I fell in love
with you.  

I got your number, baby.
Dancing in the summer baby.  

But, you -
not falling
too...

Do you feel the rain?
With love there is
no justice.  
Just this
pain.  
And yesterday’s rain.  
Dancing in
yesterday’s rain.  

Yesterday’s rain.  
Yesterday’s rain.  
How, I fell in love
With you.

In the dimly-lit room,
Half covered with light and
Half consumed by the dark,
I lit my temptation with the fervour,
Veiling beneath the deco-ed curls
Of my late night paramour's
Circled love.
A little, though not ignorant,
I noticed the curled up
Hazy dreams of mine,
Dancing on the beats
Of my tinted,
Yet, pale sighs.
Tearing my skin off,
Naked I was, plucking every damasked petals
Of my aqueous thoughts.
Listening to the unrhymed rain-drops,
Singing in a rhythmical choir,
The mockery of the rhymed clock,
Seemed lucid and clear.
I tossed my ash-tray, burning my fear,
I tripped into my perpetual nightmare;
Getting ready for the concupiscent game With Tux on my grey carcass,
With cologne on my foul breath;
On my natal bed,
Shattering my pristine waterfall,
I was ******,
I was ****** to the liminality of hell.

White roses drench my
Red tinted heart; poems fall
Into the silence.

If I was a melody
Then you would be the harmony
Cause you would be the part of me I lack

And if I was the moon above
Then you would be the sun I love
Yeah you would be the light that I reflect

And I don’t know what I would do without you
All I know is this

The stars could die a million miles away
The earth could shake and cities blaze
Still I would love you—fire, snow or rain
I’d hold you, keep you safe from all the pain