#previous
the recent decisions of SCOTUS
show the mind of the previous POTUS
who’s stuck in the past
and cannot but blast
everyone who belittles his SCROTUS
Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
you are
my dreams’ reel
frequent inhabiter
rarely a bypasser
feelings lost
sight, almost
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
Consider everyone as a friend unless they prove to be otherwise
and then we should consider the workings of some compromise.
There are certain mysteries compelling from previous births we’ve had
and what we’re all faced with now is the outcome of them good or bad.
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
Your word kills me more than this knife pierced in my chest
I was your saviour
And you are the death of me.
Here is our story:
The beginning still plays on my head
The images are vivid and alive
You are the one that needs saving,
Lying naked on the street at a cold winter night
I was a passerby who got a glimpse of the homeless child
Our eyes met, just like that
And we became meant to be
Both wearing their birthday suits
In a home built for two
The love burning like a wildfire
As two bodies intertwine
Pushing each others limit
In every passing hour,
You go rougher each time you are inside me
And always finish before me
Leaving me craving for more every **** ******* time
What happened next was a disaster not worth telling
So, let us end it here and not open old wounds
You must go in your own way
And I on my own
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Time makes us forget
However when you revert to a previous space in your life
You are rudely reminded as to why you progressed away from it in the first place
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
Although an atheist
with many question that abound
bout the lineage of humanity, this bard
formerly of Belmont hills
nada seeketh to be crowned
yet applauds those
who attest in deity
where salvation doth re-dound
peace of body, mind
and spirit can be found
and rest in peace when demise
finds her/him under ground
identified by a tombstone and a mound
which...over time becomes less round.
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YOM KIPPUR ™
Those who practice Jewish
faith pay obeisance
Too holiest day of their year
Atonement & repentance mantra themes
Unswerving prayers flock doth wear
As spiritual raiment in tandem
With a twenty-five hour
fast orthodox n’er veer
With pride synagogues rabbi beckons
flock to don cloak of virtue to wear
Supplicating against creator
sans vices within psyche tear
The delicate fabric covenant
easily shredded
per temptation from ****** spear
Loftiness attendant on this
High Holy Day
whence judgment severe
Within gilt written tomb
encapsulating behavior –
Vile forgiveness rare
Thus inducing many a worshiper
To spend hours immersed in prayer
Or…even self-abuse to vitiate
demonic forces that invisibly leer
Drowning out words of the prophet
that believers must hear
To attain coveted accompaniment
To promised land
without materialistic gear
Whence with most obedience
to sacred texts will fare
Most successfully and kowtowed
Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer
While Santa Claus
godlike heard crystal clear
Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats
Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare
As eve n tide cast dark shadows
from royal Belvedere
For those lives of purity
offered salvation into the heavenly air.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
I'm not the way home reminds me
I waft through the world obtaining the ideals
Of unanimous prophecies
Spelling it as if it is so
He turns towards me and hands me the fine tip of a needle
open arms
Wide
Swings the words through catalytic loops
Soulmate
Forever
He says
Till the final throws of life come through my eyes
I wont breathe still youre mine
But I'm motionless
I freeze as the cracks take their form
The natural progression of ice melting
It signifies nothing
Nodding as the moonlight
Devours
I sit still for hours
Cigarette after cigarette
The thick chews of ginger candy
Wrappers clothing me
I'm the skin
Holding our bodies as they morph into one
As the paint fumes poison us
Rats tickling the walls
We lie
To ourselves
Above the sheets on the bed
I tell him I want to see the world
He perks
confused
"Aren't I your world?"
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
The way you make me feel is incredible. Nothing like the first, nothing like the second, I may have loved them but, not like I love you. I have never met anyone that makes me feel the way you do. My head filled with a no vacancy sign, but the electricity was out; somehow you fixed it. That "no" shines brighter than it ever has before.
When you said, "When you put your hands on me." The thought I caused you even just for a moment, to be afraid of me, just breaks my heart. For you filled my life with nothing, but natural smiles and joy rides. I wish I would have appreciated and it all more.
I'm the last man on this earth who should take anyone willing to enter my dark, closed off & broken structure. Anyone willing to enter my life of chaos and mystery is more daring than any human before. If you persist, you'll come to the place that shatters the pain those with reckless hearts left me. You'll open a pure, passionate soul. To get to the damaged site, you will have to fight through the maze. Those who hid my affection left no map. I think you were almost there. You had me but like most something in my destroyed halls of lost love. My guards spooked you off. You ran far away and left me empty again. Lonely again. I had begun to draft our story. I'm hoping you'll decide whatever barricade halted your journey, brings you back. My hand hurts from writing first drafts. I desire our story to be everlasting. So long the Bible envies it.
If you can make it to the place where love is locked, you have found the key. The key to my heart. Promise me to leave that no on my vacancy sign forever lit.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
I’ve asked it before,
“Is it my heart or my head
that wishes I was dead?”
My doctor would say it’s my head because
I have depression, a sickness of the mind.
My mother would say it’s my head
because the other answer would be too painful.
My friend would ask me what I think because
she understands I am logical more than emotional.
But what is my answer?
Is it the sickness that makes me want to die?
Or is it truly how I feel in my heart?
But is it possible that it’s a mixture and it’s actually
my soul within that makes me suicidal?
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Stuck on the last and my confusing past
Gave him my heart and pretended it was poetic art
But now I've found a new canvas
Nothing personal, just the sound of flesh against flesh
No common interests
Nothing deep
Just bruised skin and mortal sin
It wasn't love
It wasn't lust
Just two lonely bodies
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
when hot water runs,
and it relaxes your shoulders,
try not to get shampoo in
your already watery eyes.
because if those white bubbles
that are dripping from your hair,
get in your eyes,
it is positive that it will
sting and burn,
until it gets the attention needed,
but not even the coldest water
can get it back to its
previous clearness.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC