We are Half " animal"
also Half "Machine."
We "long for"
"Blindness" to "energies"
"Souls" Never "seen as Balanced"
are always heavy to the "right" of "positive"
When "jumping" to "conclusions"
Fails to "charge" the "system"
Due to "too much negative"
We must "cross such"
"To get to the other side."
When "greener grasses
"are doubted Profanity."
If god would smite me for love
Then count me smitten
Kissing my girl in the kitchen
Hot chocolate boiling,burning in the *** we aren’t listening
Loving my lover in every form
Between them and the Bible
I am not torn
Because between the steeple and the people
I chose my people
Drag shows my church
The queens my pastors
glitter my baptismal waters
The rainbow flag my cross
Self love and
Let love and sweetness be my guiding lights
Happiness is what I’m looking for and it is sure to be found
If god would smite me for happiness
Then count me happy
Joy spilling from my lungs in laughter
in my arms I hold my heart
If god would smite me for being me
Then I will be me
Afterlife be ******
If I can’t be me in this life
Then what I am I but a ******* sham
Too scared to face the person I am
clinging on to the last of my sanity,
excuse my ill mouth and use of profanity,
but **** everything.
**** your curly brown hair That my fingers would get tangled in.
**** your chocolatey brown eyes That my soul would get lost in.
**** your rose tinted cheeks That you hated but I adored.
**** your warm deep voice That soothed my anxiety.
**** your beautiful vocabulary That made my heart skip a beat.
**** your green jacket That fit me like a blanket.
**** your elitist music taste That I secretly enjoyed.
**** the way you held me And made me feel loved.
**** the way you kissed me Soft and passionately.
**** the way you left me Wordlessly out of nowhere.
AND **** THE WAY YOU ****** ME
Honestly, just *******.
awakened by an insatiable longing,
for a home more beautiful than summer sky
and a field of freshly fallen snow at dawn,
this home – a metaphor, a feeling,
a marrow, a being,
a rumination in passing
crushed until the longing became excruciating,
a two-story building made out of need,
became a place of profanity and constant greed,
adversity infected is this home,
suffocating is the air inside this home.
Profanity is poetry at its best
I’m searching for an answer.
Surrounded by monogamists I crawl and weep,
Surrounded by dogmatists I hunger.
I’m searching for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
I don’t want to hear something about the seasons,
Or anything about ethics.
No more flowers,
Away with the aesthetic of yore.
Give me the affairs, the filth, secret lives.
Give me the runaways, the elderly, the jokesters.
Give me the casanovas and cougars.
I search this rotten boulevard and t
All night, all night, even during the day..
I’m on the search..
I’m looking for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
Geez, you're so full of ****
How some dumb **** like you gets ahead is beyond me
My god you are arrogant and deluded. You think that by being prime minister over a cowardly, selfish political party gives you some credibility
... well ******* Tony Abbott
You have no ******* clue about anything
You get a hard-on talking to army guys, but you would never put yourself or your precious daughters in harm's way. You selfish ****.
Syria gives you a *****, doesn't it?
Well if my son was cooked alive in a cage by ISIS because you love feeling the swish of you **** sliding up your budgies, then be prepared for me.
**** all you arseholes
You fill all the world with ******* none-as-sense crunt-stick ******* ****.
Why would I give a **** if you **** on yourselves and **** up the ******-up world.
**** you ****** with your frickin' board shorts and multi monitor displays of spreadsheets and **** that means nothing to anything but '**** the lot of yous'
Well 'yous' is the biggest ***** **** I know.
Everyone fails, right? Wrong.
No one is allowed to fail, not in my house
Failure is a sin, not a stepping stone.
Failure is a curse, a profanity
and maybe that's why I want to fail so badly