#inuendo
Lucidly, your spite...
Cares avid enough to share:
Shift like the sands of a pipe
Flirt, with the whole eye; to stare...
Misery, I see your salvation
In a heat, a whetted appetite
Is minus, a callous intimation?
Save a respect, the time to invent insight?
A demand of virtue
Guards and doors
Floors and pardon's, have a clue
Since we are so sore...
I have saved a pretty many, also...
Wishes nobody made, without another kiss
Of life, with a burden in a causes soul
Requited with surreality, we own their vices...
The thief of salvation?
Risen, ready, and raging jungles, to hope:
A tarrying pipe, don't sin...
When it is for the asking, like a calling to something besides the end of a rope...
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
Feeling somber is a somber feeling
I've felt green felt when she was dealing
Betting is how I make a living
Since I started taking instead of giving
Stepping on a soap box
and telling how I feel (I've learned)
Is the smartest way to steal.
I'm feeling over fishes
So, I pop them in a barrel
I am not so barren
As much as I am sterile
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
Dippin the pole
looking for bites
not the bad kind, ya know
spirits taking their toll
fishing the night
alone I am, at the show
Pushing my bait
patience in spades
playin tease, with my rod
not waiting for fate
wearin my shades
but not a nibble, how odd
I like em wild
and I like em free
maybe a little, unhinged
no fight that's mild
as heated degrees
slightly and somewhat, I'm singed
Give me a look
we'll meet in the middle
a simple, bedded wish
baby' we'll cook
solving the riddles
angling, for crazy fish
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC