Menstrual.
You got mens true all
Every 29 days I wanna sense you all
Sensual,
Consensual.
Hour glass got me gassed,
Condense it all.
Hard as ice, hot as steam,
Reciprocal.
Sublimation gettin' peak,
Critical.
On a wavey frequency,
Metaphysical.
Drown in voyancy,
Straight jacket for buoyancy.

Full moon in full view.
Stimulating senses,
Changing up my mood.
Got me animated,
Acting like a ****** toon
Give a dog a bone
Turn into a werewolf.

Winter swallowed the Sun
like a pill refusing to go down

My system needs the coolant
of putting distance between myself
and the global glow-ball
To avoid the catastrophic kind of melting

Ringing in the years
Ringing in the ears
Wringing out the fears
Writhing in our tears
Wrinkled in our years
Winking at your dears
Wishing for some seers
Would that they saw beers
Waiting for me nears
Would raise a glass in cheers.

we are the same
interchangeable
indescribable
indefinite

we are different
unconditionally
uncontrollably
understandably

you and i
well, we're just in love
wholeheartedly

How many colours fit in your hand?
Is this a question you'd understand?
How many palm trees obey your command?
Unless you are dreaming, I'd dare to say none.

How can a word go swimming in land?
That makes less sense than a musicless band.
Lightly drawn bridges, which taste naught but bland.
Don't trust your own words, unless they are fun.

A desert will bake you with deafening sand,
As much as a cloud will make you less tanned.
That's more than a cockroach could ever withstand.
The words on your tongue would melt in the sun.

Me; I


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I am the consumer of a thousand worlds
And the mother of a thousand others
I have killed mothers, sons, fathers
Left whole nation's in Ash
I am the future, I am the past
You can never have enough
I am keeper of Crips.
Eater of bone
I'm the one who carves the mountain eyes
And burns the sky's
And overturns every lie
I'm the child's playground
Pure creative and
Of mass destruction
And when the ones who challenge say
I am alive I will survive
I have the power I have the hand
It is my hour at my feet you stand
for I am man I AM MAN
I gently whisper in their ear
Look behind
What you'll find
Can't keep me off your mind
For I have nature as my servant
Foe I flow the never ending serpent
But I have no need to remind
Of what I am, for I am TIME.

the hens
have raised their fowl fists,
protested the pecking order,
debated the Cuckoo Clucks Clan,
and started a coup in the coop.
they have a bird's eye view from their fort,
truly an eggcelent perch to reside in while they gather resources and
duck when enemies fire.
joining is a nestcessary evil to end the corruption.
so, my dear,
please don't chicken out.