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Omi Jul 2014
Everything flies
until it comes crashing,
recklessly, into the ground
Omi Jul 2014
Your opinion  is awfully one sided
And slanted against the left
But, the right side is decidedly better
So my complaints are minimal
And equally so to yours
One sided at best
FYI: This is not a poem about politics.
Omi Jul 2014
#8
Curiously, I follow the trail
Until it forks in two
I stop and sit in the middle of the road
And contemplate directions until
I grow very
and feebly old.
Omi Jul 2014
#7
I made a lover of the sun
And just before it scorched my skin
It ignited my soul
Omi Jul 2014
Your ***** is funky
Dripping nectar like fine wine
Your ***** is thick
Fine hairs, crazed and divine

Your ***** don’t taste like water
It smells like a grown woman do
Your thighs are black
And slick with dew

Your ***** looks fuzzy
Your thighs do too
Razors don’t show it love
And chub rub burns it like glue

Your ***** ain’t pink
It ain’t petite
Its quite fat
Your ***** still pretty

Not that you needed affirmation of that fact
Omi Jul 2014
#5
The chill in the air has peaked my *******
And numbed my fingers,
Not sure if I feel more alive
Or closer to death
Omi Jul 2014
#4
I always spot you in the weirdest places
You never see me or look up in time to return my gaze
Thank God for little miracles
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