#strip
Black bombs fly
religious people lie
sky scrapers cleric capers
THOSE!!!! archaic papers rise
here human dwelling must crumble
and masses must die.
WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO???????
in this barren space of Arabic land
feet aimlessly plod
the elderly pray
widows wail
orphans weep
and babies cry
on the order 1947
sacked from a place called heaven
waves in a sandstorm
40 nights and 40 more....
THOSE!!!! ghouls are rotten to the core
killing innocence
and much, much more....
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:15 PM UTC
Sophisticated elegance
Pornographic decadence
Psychedelic trip
The past, present and future
Of what is the Sunset Strip
Hot spots undiscovered
History recovered
Dig in and take a dip
The past, present and future
Of what is the Sunset Strip
Darkness in the daytime
Sunlight cleans the slime
It's easier to grip
The past, present and future
Of what is the Sunset Strip
Tales of olden Hollywood
Hangers on and hoods
Changing what is hip
The past, present and future
Of what is the Sunset Strip
Sophisticated Decadence
Pornographic Elegance
The Chateau for a nip
The past, present and future
Of what is the Sunset Strip
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC
Like a mother knows her child,
Like a reader knows his books
I knew you inside out despite all the shields that you put.
I knew what made you laugh,
I knew what made you cry
I knew what you wanted at 3 at night
I knew that your mind was part strip club, part church,
the poles hidden behind swanky curtains that were a little out of touch.
I knew what it was like to be with you at noon and night
I knew everything about you, could’ve told you apart
with a blindfold on, in room that was dark.
Behind all the light, it was a little gloomy,
behind all the happiness , there was some fear.
I guess that’s where I felt short in knowing you, my dear.
For all the claims I make about knowing you in every way
I never could’ve predicted the way we fell and frayed.
Now we pass each other in the street and look away
as if we weren’t there for each other at noon and night every day.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
Kissing your door knobs
Trying to find your light switch
When I am with you I am home
As soon as I come in you strip off all my clothes
And let me know I am welcome here
When I am with you I am an unlocked door
Anything that is mine is yours
The currents
the drapes
The window into a past from which I try to escape
When we step into the shower
And wash the world from each others backs
I want you to be the only thing that takes their place
We lay in bed and hum like microwaves
Till ceiling fan finally falls asleep
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
I strip in front of my boyfriend
Every now and then
Not in a way you are imagining
I do not undress
Rather I unzip my jacket of emotions
Which has been keeping me cold
Even in the summer
Uncovering my weird dark thoughts
About suppression of woman
He did not deny the existence
I take off my clothes of silly questions
Tricking him to satiate my hunger
Of how terrific I am
Sometimes, there is nothing left
On my body
I get as naked I can with him
Throwing myself in the tub of truths
As I like being that way with him
Naked, upfront and honest
Wearing stained clothes
Makes me uncomfortable myself
I would rather be there
With him without anything
Than with something that stinks
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
Even Aphrodite is an object to you?
A goddess that lays ahead of us all
curated
In marble out of the hands of hundreds of men
Worshipped
by the thousands of women and children
Why do you perceive beauty in a frail eye
or a possession of your own
And yet the “private parts” of hers
were carved out of holy marble
for the male gaze to seek and consume
Because no beauty and lust came without the loss of innocence
Never mind the power she held
You still stripped her down
And looked
Grinned
And made a mockery of women.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
If we strip away all the accouterments of war,
perhaps we’ll discover what the heart is for.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, this epigram has been translated into Russian, Turkish, Macedonian and Arabic
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
Reti opening
Or Pirc defense?
It generally leads to
Closed positions in a classical system:
No one questions what is vogue.
We're nothing more than pawns
--the cat's paw--
Familiar with all sorts
Of unpleasantries.
The Queen Bride,
So modern and comely,
She can do as she please
Until her game runs out.
Pawn to f4.
Your King is not long for this world.
Better learn a new strategy, stat.
The lookouts inform
The time hath come
To steal her majesty's
New clothes,
And pretend not to see
What we see.
For whatever words we may use
To clothe our fears,
The fabric cannot protect
Us from them.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
Tis said
Love's in the air
Can you feel it
Do you grab it
Tis not shallow
But SOul-deep
It's not narrow
But vast-steep
This love is truest
Love that won't waver
This love is the answer
GOD's love
HE isn't just Love
But TheLove
The infinite
So definite
The Love of GOD-
the source of pure love
None can compare
This which strips our hearts bare
Of impurity
From now till infinity
HE is THE LOVE
The Love above all
©LovelynEyo
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
All this feels unfair
Watch my life spiral down
Truth is you keep unhappiness
Hidden somewhere buried underground
The day chains you wrapped around
Reality wriggle from your grasp
The day I escape for good
Your clutches I will unclasp
Able to make own mistakes
Is power in free will?
That is taken away therefore
Cruel prophecy I must fufill
There is not a solution to be had
Not any compromise to be found
Guard the door to maturity
Stubborn minds not able to reach common ground
Get bent out of shape
Each time go a tiny bit wild
Try to talk to you like an adult
Audacity makes me behave as a child
Trapped greif you need to cause
Gave me no other way out
A moment of panic I flee
Taking worst possible route
Won't come to your senses
Strip naked all you do fear
Nothing left to lose
What the **** will you gain by keeping me here?
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
maybe I lost my touch
can no longer
manipulate
subjugate
you.
i know that sounds
mighty cruel
but when given a rose
with those dark painful thorns
wouldn't you want to take them off to.
strip them with your words
and make them beautiful.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
god must’ve made me , strictly
to be broken open —
and
you look at me with such innocent eyes ,
but
i know you see
right through
me ,,
so
tell me , do you want me to
strip ?
please you?
there’s a hunger in your voice
and i know i’ve heard it
before —
you
are like everyone and
everyone likes
me
but i do not falter ,
and i will never, ever break,
because
every time i touch myself,
god gets on his
knees .
.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
in a world where
you stole
the end days
of my life
and sold it back to me
for half my whole...
faith is a business
for the opportunist
and hope for the
luxurious-----
----my world----
only a room
and a stage wide
dying every morning
and revived every night
pole
after
pole
after
pole
after
pole
and yet still none could
catch my fall.
my world where
water is as scarce
as dryness------
and sleep is abundant in supply
as respite is bursting in demand
and love is a capitalist.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Middle of the night
LED lights
Displaying Silver City
The streets under it are too gritty
Is this what is comprised in the Central City?
Can't vent to the Committee
That will solve nothing
That's my greatest frusturation
Homeless number is growing
The only place to sleep in is getting in the towing
There's not enough ways of knowing
Due to lack of exposure
The only way I'll feel any closure
Is when they decide to take action
Put these sentiments intro traction
I've been solving the fractions
Days and days on
I will play on
This song
Because it has been far too long
Kicking the Homeless in tents
Yet allow these women to be around Men that could put them in a ditch
Harassed and disrespected
You can gratify away, defect
You can't always detect
Danger
I've been carrying these thoughts like a Hangar
And now it's time to egress
I'm not doing it to impress
I'm putting morals to the test
I vastly detest
These Men groping and trying to look under their dress
And allow it
When there's desperate people needing a place to stay
And they disavow it
Bulldozing old homes where they stay to build new ones
Instead of renovating them
These rich folks coming in
Voting Democrat
Which is the party of the Mayor
Who doesn't give a Rat's
***
About any of them
The effrontery to call this city silver
Is appalling
When there's people who need helping
And there's been nothing but stalling
Your perception of hitting the gold is rich cars, mansions and throngs of women
What an edged omen
Mine is a cheap and efficient car, modest house and a wife I come home to every night
That's my Silver City
Don't need to blow hundreds to celebrate
When there is much more important things in life to value
Forget being scared of the poor
Try to open them doors
Get the number of poverty off the floor
And into something more
Serene
That's the kind of life that is
Supreme.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
When i write poetry i am stripping for you
Exposing my inner self
And laying it bare for all to see
Sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings
So i am fragile and naked before you
So you can gaze upon my words and understand
How i see the world and who i am deep inside
This act is a sharing of my soul
An open unashamed expression
Of trust between me and you
And i offer it to you with no expectations.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
when i am on stage i tremble
um not able
to recite words slip
away
as you stare at me you strip
me naked
but at least i made it, here
i lost my confidence along the way
if someone saw it, i bet he wouldnt say
its okay
i will do without it today
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
I've got my warrior ******* on
Wolverine lent me these acrylics
Lasso your credit card with my weave
Tuck your tunnel vision in my G-string
This is my ******* song
Got my bad girl heels on
You can't get me off your mind
So how you gonna get me off
Come over to the throne room
I've got an after for you baby
What other religion costs $25 per song
Give me your devotion
I want Matronage
Ritual
When I was 19 I turned days into kalediscopes
Water into water
Paper covers rock
And coke cures a bad trip
Trip over my perfume
You won't spend money on me High on life
So let's get you depressed
Tell me your story sad boy
I've got rent to pay.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
***I want to strip you bare,
Expose your core,
And watch our souls meld together.***
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
Armed to the teeth, he was every bit a soldier,fighting fit,
Had even an excessive zeal,for conquest bordering to
obsessive compulsive neurosis.he never could relax.
But the moment she was sighted,as an apparition,in his radar,
it was a near a melt down; how quickly did he transform!
"Yes" his command center,flashed a message, "See the target"
This was a surprise! contrary to what he thought his nature was
he stands now stripped naked to the core, ready in true love mode
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I lost myself once
I fell for music
I succumb to the beats
as they stripped my layers
one by one
I lost myself once
I fell for my curiosity
as it lead me down paths
I never knew were paved
I lost myself once
I fell for the handsome boy
with a rotten core
as it deceived my naive being
I lost myself once
I fell for my selfishness
that uncovered deep embedded cravings
and that was fine
I lost myself once
I fell for myself
which lead me down the road
of self discovery
and to my surprise was not as ugly
I lost myself once
I fell for the night
with all its seductive mystery
forgetting how silly felt so lovely
I lost myself once
I fell for him and her
I fell for mornings and nights
I lost myself once
and met great people
whose heart was as beautiful as their faces
I shook hands with those
whose love glowed in their aura
and whose understanding was as discrete as mine
I lost myself once
and sat next to those
who showed the same fear
I had, when it came to breaking the barriers
that guarded their hearts so carefully
I lost myself once
and realized I was found
in
every
word
I
wrote
when did you lose yourself
fully?
Trust me its
a wild trip
full of
ambiguity
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC