Its a killer.
Like anger to a bee.
Like Hope in the eyes of a decided fate.
Like Music to my ears, we fade slowly together. Our feet move in step time sync.
Its a beauty; like the swan.
A flap of the wings in the water light.
A twist of the neck; a break of your arm.
It's a killer, with the name of Love.

Insufflate her, let her **** the pain
Let her rearrange your mind
Let her fly inside your veins
letters are just a medium
for what I can't explain
the soft at first, but lasting hurt
of cuddling with flames
It doesn't matter
nothing does but her
let her be your world
let her even be the sciences
behind her tilt and swirl
let her change you
let her help you stay the same
stay the same
let her **** you
let her smile and float away
float away.

Porous is my purpose
What's a purpose?
What's a pore?
I used to love the surface
Now I long for something more
See the earth is almost ethereal
To hell with definition
Blame my vision
But without the flames
There'd be a lack of spinning

With no passion there's no action
Without light there is no life
If we didn't suffer through the day
we'd never love the night
If the night is when you suffer
then you'd never love the mornings
And the mornings what you need
To end, and start another story.

A cool cat's curious
But not about the falling blade
All your lives will fall away
If you do not learn from mistakes

This is a poem about love
and sticking your ***** in a dove.
Getting married in a church
of Satan.

I went to dunkin donuts
to get some ******* donuts.
A black man yelled at me
so loud that it made me ***.

So I unzipped my pants
and put my ding-**** on a table
then said "beat that ******!"
and he started beating himself while smoking a black and mild with a KFC bucket in his arms full of cow turds.
(I HATE ******* POETRY)

Poetry is the language of love.
No wonder it's full of *******.
Lust is where it's at
when I finger bang your uncle's grandpa's cat.

Randomness is fun
especially when you do crack.
I still ******* hate poetry.
You can **** my 20 foot purple headed yogurt slinger full of tar.

I am Bill Clinton and I approve this message.

8/28/13
Wish I could just say ******* and move on
cause it seems like everything I do, I do wrong,
so I push forward and try to put you behind me
for some reason, you pop up and remind me
of all the good moments, like the bad aint exist
we get cool and it all just happens again
you normal, but i’m going through all this sad **** again,
you treat me like an enemy but leave our status as friends
how about I do my thing, and you just do yours
we both put up a white flag and call off the war
cause at the end of the day what is all for?
We get nothin less, we don’t get nothin more
I hope you can find happiness cause you truly deserve it.
One day you’ll find your match and you two will be perfect
you’ll mature with him and I’ll get older too
and maybe with time i’ll get over you.
i feel like this conversation is long over due
my apologizes for all the tension placed on our friendship
i’ll see you in the future but for now i’ll end this.

Call me twice
By phone to phone
Kickstart again
fill in the noise
Of cars and empty busses
Passing on through ***** streets

And solitude will give you truth
But extravertial dreams pass by  
And The Words pass by
And the ticking clock stops
And the doubts will end
So Stay on the beat
But don't be a fool
Look down
Oh Look down
And turn east towards home
For as the crow flies
You're going on track

So don't loose your head  
With heartbreak rhymes
Or by lonely walks
Or not showing up
Because you don't need it
None of it
All you need is to be you