#stripes
Imagine your worst nightmare and watch it come true
Imagine being tortured until you are a blue
Imagine your light being stolen at the darkest point of your view
Imagine being physically mentally and verbally abused
Imagine having nothing absolutely nothing
No money or food
Imagine having no heating or energy
In your house or your body to puke
Imagine cold baths cold meals cold ******* heart too
Imagine losing love until you are completely numb through
Imagine losing your friends your family too
Imagine losing the sensation of pain and replacing it for pleasure
Imagine being conditioned
To not know any different
Imagine being me but I imagine you don’t care 🤷🏼♂️
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC
Certainty of semper fi, 'n'
om-ly believe 'n'
groan of assent
struggle
to rise…
-- listen
the strangest of stories are told
as real as ever, the common idea, ever
after time has lost its
thread to our
temper ai re
ality in ifity was.
Those were the days, ifity was.
We were as you imagined,
in your imagination,
but really, we were all outlaws,
on the run…
what did your family think Wagon Train was about?
We was runnin' from the letters of the laws,
the man behind the star,
the man on the horse,
from old boogaswishery tales fairtold
to meet
the doubt, double mind, entende re, eh, follow or
fall
by the wayside and wait, one day
you wake and find the path is paved thirty chariots wide,
and you are
not surprised, that state,
surprise,
being an undifined or undivined, okeh, wordminded
state- stretched to this point --
flex-stress tested to thnthdgreeeee,
to
get most from extra eas y'
pay attention
points to
the definity of devininity, as shobbolethic,
- no pass, no se --
is it in the accent
that makes the difference,
or the proof?
Unique as differing may be random as mathic edgery
interpreters of times after all
was said and done,
one more.
Like not missing
a tittle or a jot, yet being
wise as jumpstarts means were to stick shifts,
shockingly, retro real… virtually
be the character, see the luckies rolled in your sleeve…
it was so easy to steal a car,
almost as easy as on TV. But not if you always
carried the coil wire in your pocket,
so those were the ones you watched for, next time,
coil wire in hand,
it was easier than on TV, you knew the care was stolen
before you stole it,
that's like answered prayer,
if y' askt me.
Patience 'n' faith, wise as was
imagined.
at the time.
The coil wire is the worm at the core.
Grease monkey kings know this story, it is in our
initiation to the mystery in the pistons.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
"They" are the reason I put
gin in my vinegar.
I am light years ahead,
a misfit.
"They" crush my very existence
into tiny white lies. 13 stripes,
50 stars in the wide eyes of
time’s bride:
Now is not the place
to erase history deface
Its story.
Meditate to medicate
blissfully.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
There once were our old thirteen stripes,
Heartfelt, but still just a touch tripe:
While some first were blessed,
Some first were oppressed,
This last a noblest, thrice-earned stripe.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Sleight of hand
creates illusion
politicians the rich
in collusion.
Good slaves we
buy their Solutions
titrated diluted pollution.
They've got you wrangled
with the carrots they dangle.
I see black holes
You See Stars Spangled.
"Disseminate fear keep them numb and Confused
they'll reward our
egregious abuse"
but fools won't believe
when it's dark
they see day
so now I tell you
what's the use anyway?
They've got you wrangled
with the carrots they dangle...
You see white stripes.....
I see liberty.....raped and strangled
Keep it obscure,
then hand you a cure,
their best phishing lure
To make you believe
that this country's great
they use a little bitty hook
and a tiny bit of bait
They've got you dangling with the carrots they're wrangling.
I see black holes
you see stars spangling
They've got you wrangled with the bait they dangle...
you see white stripes,
I see liberty ***** and strangled
They got you dangling
with the **** they're wrangling....
Open your eyes
you'll see there angling.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
a prayer
that a
martyr wants
to craft
in a
box of
laughs that
make abundance
a wet
surface which
to harvest
his stars
that history
at home
only naturally
barter milk
and honey.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
Sunlight pirouettes
through a window.
Translucent zebras
dance upon the stage,
dance across
a little honey bee.
Petals of paper
weaving through
the day.
Like tiny footprints
to lead the way.
Lead a zebra,
lead a honey bee,
to a delicate daisy flower
where they might sit
in silence
or discuss
how peculiar it is
that a honey bee
just might fall
in love with a zebra.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
Upon blond stripes
Lie silken hooves
With ripe and gutted cherubs
Upon blond stripes
Rinse molten flecks
The Satan shakes of corporate vest
The cubic keys beneath beaten fingers and
Stinging needles in women painted
Upon blond stripes
Curls burning bible
Crestfallen to dust against a glistening tongue
Upon blond stripes
Belched mountain laughter
Shattered across
Surgical steel
Upon blond stripes
Children slept with sagging disaster and heaved
Trashcan embryos
In giggling rage
While
Under blond stripes
The lids close sewn
Deaf to the death of unbroken bones
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
Driving fast on the highway
I just want success to come my way
In that manner
But life isn't that simple
If it was, everything would feel reasonless
We have to earn our stripes to become zebras.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
It was always going to be black and white
that's the typeface on my preference of late
defining day and night with your choice of tights
those fine dividing lines on your partnered limbs
wrapped tall in belts daring as a Lara Croft climb
a silky striped raggedy ann gone neat sensuous
tight strapped to a two striking sinuous princess
committed to lodge sins inside my Loveland challenge
hemmed in round towers together to never-never unhinge
at home we horse around and rub along together
boosted by the interplay between cotton twill gathered
pulled low one side then canter balance riding high
as you level up to a line up of outbound thigh
saddled with a lovely leg stirrup over here
and a lean waist wobble to match up there
eyebrow lifts to starch arrowroot attention
over the swings and sway of every action
so swift I play catch-up each morning
delayed by fumbling for ones gone matching
it's a wonder you don't just wander away
in a daze from my one legged hopping display
then I would travel far as a bee
long-legged as stilts could be
to sing to your nails and feet
and be spun free flaunting
our google
a red white and blue
pair of giggles unfurled like flags
in your slim line dancers' legs
dangling ideas like fair weather socks
to goggle one direction behind your back
unique like nobody else contains within
thin licked then rolled back ciggie skins
so I pinch holes in the bacci parts
sinking into slats like leaky wooden boats
your avoiding tiptoes gadfly and curl in return
my feet undoing knits with swats and swirls
toeing tinkling notes like piano keys
undertones pink tinged with tingling knees
and when a jukebox plays
my coins are there always
for I've got your pop socks in motion
your vox populi's united under my skin
with impressive pulled tight bands
embedding imprint elastic rings
inky red slinking down
leaving parallel links
ignore my pins and needles
alone in dead of night
longing for your leggings
luminous stripe tights
today it's all me put on the spot
today it's music you might hate
biographies of people you don't like
subtitled movies too deep to bother
blue jeans dull dyed against your garter belt
a one man team can't DIY a drill majorette
spiralling shafts that come to a threaded point
enthralling with alternating knee bend bit pants
so pretty poly soft I'm pulled up like a fool
fully mixed up by your weaving cotton wool
wave me down in your way of sweet patter feet
a patterned cakewalk for you to catwalk sock it
to me in a stand in posey kind of way
this way to stand outs knitted to fancy
uncross your legs and cross-stitch
my path with gaited kisses
closely
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
With slink-and-slide, they wink and glide,
But offer not a growl or purr.
The shift and sift of stripes alight,
As sinewy grace takes to the night,
And all the forest dares not stir.
All that's left to do is hide.
It's a matter of pride that carries the stride;
There's more to the fury than just the fur.
It's not just of claw or of jaw that leaves us in awe,
It's the grace and the pace that they carry their paw.
That, while there's power enough to be but a blur,
It's with a stoic grace that these creatures betide.
You can call me a dreamer--that I pine for their life--
But I'm not the only one who seeks freedom from strife.
And while they're out there, burning bright,
There's no shame shared in the forests of the night.
So call me crazy for wanting to be free,
But I'll say with pride, "A tiger's life for me!"
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
the sun like tiger stripes
illuminated my room
and reminded me of you
your smile was radiant too
it was like the early morning rays
will you be mine today?
your kisses like euphoric desires
fell like an eternal stream of rain
are you here to stay?
(b.d.s.)
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC