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Sethnicity May 2015
It’s
In my story
just an obserVation
Another standard deviation
to Whittle Words for the World around
Wound like Fickle filament of Fire bulb wire.
the Vapor trails of Vehement Volcanoes Venting
A parent le miserables dat carousel and Care to Sell excel Lance
While lamp lighting a way to free-dumb with Lyrical Trance
Gripping Gravity concentrated illuminated
SusStained on moments of brilliance
Burst stardust nova eXperience
We LackLustorLove
and rise above
emo poverty
evergreen
Bloom!

Poet Trees…
Sethnicity May 2015
Thou 'est may 'est
be the soaking of fabric and dye

Thou 'est May 'est
be the four walls and the fly

Thou 'est May 'est
make scripted pictures of sky

So Thou 'est May 'est
Live eternally after we Die
Sethnicity May 2015
The Searching Yeti and UFO/
Stocked home love of youth and foe/
mysteries of deep, songs that bellow/
I'm waving wheat surrounding crop circle/
and I Am The Bed with Fibonacci flower
holding  on to summer showers


The hot oil tuned in chopped green thyme/
wrinkled strips sandy brown sugared lines/
tossed on foul fried, lemon and vinegar /
long or short  grain I'll be the same integer/
I Am The Bed of rice soaked in what you savor

The breath of air/
Vibration! Everywhere?
Pitter Patter Crescendo Flare...
Ready for rivers of precipitation /
before Pen and Paper dissemination /
I Am The Bed dried wide open
Streaming to the notion ocean.
/ in place of commas due to font type but you get the gist for all the structure & discipline readers. All critiques welcome!
Sethnicity May 2015
I am the hunted
A ******* of Love
One day I'm Vivid
the next I'm livid w/ Fog

Wind Blows Me like ringing or tapping the Window
Spreading my scent as I went for the Doe
Unfurling on decent a Swirling my ear
Blood Curling Heart Whirling at Demons eye Stare...

No guessing No blessing these Vixens prepare
All Beasting fore Feasting I'm Preying four Hast
Come quickly Come gently Come Clawing with Grace
One Tempting One limping metallic's the taste.

Their appetite is Lusting awaiting my space
They’re shady, I'm hasty, WHY make me thyne date?
You know me You owe me the Pleasure to wait.

They'll **** me Quite harshly if I acquiesce, so
No Screeching Now Reaching My Blood Trail they trust

I shiver I quiver my Heart Breaks to run
F'in Hate or in Love I'm turning the Gun

I'm burning the forest the trail goes untracked
when hearts stop I'm unlocked there's no turning  back

Universally   Speaking
                                    
All
       Hearts      
                   Attack!
" a woodland waltz composed of meter and passion best enjoyed with Red Hot Chili peppers and Elliot Smith at evening round Seven... "

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