#tap
If it comes out the tap,
I'm drinking it.
Whatever is public.
If we can't at least guarantee clean water,
Who are we?
If you think I'm only talking about one thing,
I'm sorry.
If it shouldn't bother you,
Does it?
Why do different?
Why worry?
Like a fly buzzing,
Best just to ignore it.
Swat it!
Stamp it!
Crush it!
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 8:33 PM UTC
Shall we dance a never-ending dance?
I don't want our dance to be a ballet dance spinning and losing the opportunity to lose myself in your eyes.
I don't want to modernise our dance and forget for a second that your presence is the only place I want to be.
I don't want to be hip or hop, letting go of your hands
I don't want to tap around you; the noise is killing me. Can I just dwell in your heartbeat, waiting for your words?
I don't want to quicken my step only to lose trust in you
The only chacha I want to be saying to you when I am addressing you in the Hindi language for it breaks my heart to turn my back on you for a millisecond
Yet sometimes I forget that you do not look at the outer appearance or shall ****** you like a Salsa dancer with her lover, but you are too graceful, full of wisdom, and then I think of beautiful, you come to mind.
The dance is about us, so Lord, I am listening to what dance you would like to dance with your bride.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 8:16 AM UTC
Moment Time
The client came over again
2nd time in a year to see the reps
Plus support who dialled the account
It was he who asked his boss the Fake God
Why not ask the client dial his account?
So we can see how good he is?
The tip of the spear the best in action
Get the other bosses there too
See who the best seller is
It would be exceptional and rare
Try to absorb some of their skills
For we sell their product in their account
It has to be special like we all are
Let’s do it and become more than legends
He wanted to equal then surpass
The Fake God in skills and success
Brian actually respected and liked the guy
And it was somewhat reciprocated
The Fake God knew he was older
And ill with gout and arthritis and more
That he wouldn’t quiet till stone cold dead
The Fake God wanted 2 more closers
Get Red and the Arab to do it
Brian wants more experience for the job
Then he’ll be closer, TL then OM
And be called the False God 2
Hunting more skills success but not cash
Brian knew these were different times
Even if he wouldn’t live forever
This was his time and moment
He was humbly enjoying it
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 12:58 AM UTC
lying supine in my bed
rhythm stealing my thoughts
we are alone in a dark house
neither of us can sleep
water finding it's way
via my bathroom sink
to the sea
a small child returning home
force of nature tamed
to one drop at a time
and I can't help thinking
of waves crashing on a beach
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 6:25 PM UTC
Here is just another thought
Going down the stream,
Just another thought.
Leaking from a tap
With the label "purity"
Just another trap
The obsessive mind gullibly bites the lure,
Obscured by clouds connections,
Concealing the large picture.
How every blast creates a reaction!
Panic attacks to draw the attention.
Where’s the crack in the grand ***** wall,
So we can strike down the reservoir?
Diverting the river that must belong to all
Before our eyes - wider worlds shrinking small;
Cradled by the uniformity of lies that appease,
Those grazing in the dunes still tarry at ease.
It’s no wonder!
Insecurity has grown into a most lucrative market
As danger becomes the currency on which to place the bet;
Release the flow from the control that profits hold fast,
Question the junk food that's become the pasture of our mass.
Continuous diversions
Feeding everyone’s greed
Fulfilling false concerns -
So easily believed!
How every blast creates a reaction!
Panic attacks to draw the attention.
Will the facts in knowledge’s downfall
Let us unshackle the repertoire?
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
We vanish one by one, until we are gone
nothing but silent screams
Echoing down the empty halls of eternity
Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts
Dilapidated buildings
haunted
By the
silhouettes of ghastly midnights past
Ashes where we had once stood before God as man
screamingly sentient
made of rotten creation
Our life the echo of a shrieking moan
Let us Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter
Reach out, touch the abyss
God and man are dead ! Rejoice!
What a joyous revolt!
Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time
Dive headfirst into the deep black rift
And become eternity
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
White with lines
Tap tap tap
In and out in and out, breathing,
Crack pick up another,
Tap tap tap
Start Begin Go!
write my soul
write my agony
write my joy
Write my mind
Tap tap tap ...
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
A Nigerian told me I need to have more ***
Tap tap wedding ring on a
Plastic dashboard.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
tap - drips, reminding
sounds of past lovers and how they still linger on
tiles - a bond, strong
not even your creator can pick you off from where they stand
and how they try
the tap drips offbeat
from the tiles, which I stand
making it hard for me to go to a peaceful dreamland
the baths ocean - hugs me, serenity
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
A tap, a clap
Silence broken
Eternity fractured
Time created
We remembered
Before, After.
Another tap, or clap
Fragment of Time
Captive in mind
Measuring Tempi
Marking Rhythms
Without Memories, no Music.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
I just want to tap dance
Twirling skirts
Fast feet
Tip tip tap!
Going fast
It's gonna last
Forever
Fun music
No worries
Bring others with stories
To dance off
It's art
It's beauty
It's not unruly
Outlaw me
I'm so quick and speedy
Let me move my feet
In the summer heat
Flowers blooming so neat!
Let me shake my bottom
In the flowing autumn
I feel like I'm a blossom
Tippitty tippity tap!
It's a smack
To the ground
With joyous sound
Musical notes fly
High in the sky
Giving hope a try
Swirl into the blue dew
It's harmonious
And delicious
My feet tapping
The beat rapping
Everyone's fingers snapping
Except I'm burning out
I'm draining like a cloud
Energy spewing down
My eyes burn
My ears hear no sound
Words leave my mouth
My head's gone south
To the floor
I can't take this no more
The tip tip tapping
It isn't stopping
It's going too fast
I'm burning out
Taptaptaptap
Taptaptaptap
How is this fun
We all need to run
I'm burning in the sun
The heat blisters my skin
This feels like sin
take off that stupid grin
Let me sleep
Please stop dancing
It's not enchanting
It's loud and piercing
Everything is gleaming
My blood is streaming
Please calm down folks
Stop the obnoxious talks
I'm not insane
I just must restrain
From too much tapping
Because my body starts overlapping
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
as I was turning the plastic
kitchen tap off last night
it snapped into pieces
which wasn't a happy delight
when next I'm at Bunnings
I'll purchase another one
for not having water over the
sink isn't my idea of fun
but a replacement can be
expensive on the purse
so I'll need my wallet filled
with plenty of dollar verse
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
We're loose associations.
Brutality queues the phrases.
Reality loses luster,
in fallow with boot to daisies .
Cowering and embracing
our trusted tomes,
honing a fruitless joke,
that only touches on tones that suit the layman
Famous and clueless faces.
Racing to rue the cadence.
Faking a sweet embrace,
for imminent tears, but grew impatient.
California coos
sooth impostor fits,
but it's a syndrome
fifty shades dense,
and way to thick to fit the staples.
In case you were getting wayward;
our guiding fables,
sentinels that they are,
will guard the stables
and bark orders,
pouring out the spirits
and clearing history,
with brazen logic.
Honestly,
I carved a broken heart,
instead of tapping the maple,
sue me.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
a little
heathen remark
was you
and vehemently
there but
that you
had heard
it in
trial but
in merriment
was also
you again
with the
silver ring
in the
glass that
mystery tell
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Splinters jabbed deep over time
It was just a drop that dripped out
That miserable first time
Now a river cuts through me.
How do I turn off the tap?
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
I
still
feel
the
ghosts
of
your
touch
leave
whispers
down
my
spine
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
Technology created for mass connection
Makes me lose my ability to interact
Immersing me in cyber sea
Leaving me detached from reality.
It makes me connected to the world online
But divides me from reality
It makes me click click
Tap tap
And scroll my life away.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Have a little slice of key lime pie; get down on your knees and get real high,
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!
Spank step, toe hop, cramp-shuffle, paddle and roll;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie.
Dig deep, riff-walk, clunk-click, scuff those feet;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!
Soft shoe or metal tap on the heel or toe, get your shoes on honey here we go!
Tastes so good, tastes so neat,
it’s a sweet and salty treat!
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
He’s so mad,
But I love him so bad.
I can’t help but to feel so sad.
Tap, tap, tap, my cigarettes pack goes.
Beat, beat, beat, my heart beats for him.
What else can I do, when we aren’t near?
Knock, knock, knock. I knock on his door.
He opens the door, I love him so much.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC