"you still kick it in the slums      ?
you still sell drugs   ?
you still like to party       ?
you still binge n get ****** up          ?"

As much as I love a fight      
I'd rather leave them to their ****** imaginations      
--I find my amour-propre
when I see a use of my knack for kinesics
as mischievous manipulation--
Causing the busy-bodies'  capitulation;      
instantaneously subjugated        

So I bestow my infamously vexatious smirk
as I say
"absolutely."

Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold

Dancing under the Moon's luminescence
that seeps into my kitchen
I love these 3am happenings
except when I slip up
and set subconsciously mischievous intentions

Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold

chanting and dancing
as the Moon's glow keeps shining
entangling my soul as I rewrap fate's lining

chanting and dancing
the Moon's glow keeps on dazzling
enchanting my soul as I go

unannounced observers, lo and behold.

No more starry painted, too-cold-to-blink PA nights
Trains from Brooklyn to Queens
To whatever feels right

Cancelled that **** like they did
With Bonnie & Clyde

but I think this may be what they call "homesick"
missing the ratty & glamorous ends of the East Coast
An excruciating divorce by a eulogy
I’m so quick to move on
with moving along, usually

now it's just these way-too-*******-bright 24/7 neon lights
LA millennials addicted to LED hand-held screens
Just pray **** stays legalized
so we can stay oblivious and hypnotized
to this crisis of a generation

Address them by the proper diagnosis
it's Tech-Dependent, not "Tech-Savvy"

And hope Trump doesn’t get ******-ized
and these women in third worlds
that still don't have
our "luxurious" humane rights

And hope that we all don’t lose our ******* minds. (at least not too soon )

Tread lightly ?
Sorry I don’t think I know that phrase
But I can corrupt a situation silently
Carbon monoxide type of style, if I may.

Or switching a MAC-10 for that Ka-Bar type of light?
Quiet and violently vivid
Swooping in with that Bullfight Night
Stunning sight of baneful crimson

She --who has earned the respect-- can walk
Can dance, sing, and stomp
as loud as she likes
Because it’s long past that time she
Had no choice besides
learning how to tread right

People can often be illogical
Self Centered
Unreasonable
And occasionally intolerable
It didn’t faze you in any deadly way

Maybe it took a sharp turn
from horse to foul play
But like my ******* dad used to say
"you still breathin?
well **** **** it up, you'll be okay."

If your heart’s in the right place
You’re “two-faced” or just “too nice”
“A push-over”
Keep that good **** running like an NBA replay

If you’re authentic
You’ll be “blunt”
“Too direct” “Rude”
Those are just ignorant cliches
Stay voracious
Do not fade away

If you’re blossoming
Stay Blooming
When you’re noteworthy
Don’t expect only good notes

Keep grooving to your heart’s beat though
Because that's morse code live from your soul
You gotta stay rare
Before common conformity becomes
Communistic crowd control

We crave that unparalleled extraordinary
In any sort of way

We need sui generis runaways that set the leeway
we need the leap days
and occasionally risque soirées
and baseball’s ritualistic ***** plays
So society won’t run too astray

Just like the Nutcracker needs ballet
Like grey Monday needs
Friday night’s jet-black lingerie
like Nirvana needs Kurt Cobain
We need those bows after the rain

Jealousy will be profound
When you find a way to smile
don’t trip though because on Cloud 9 it’s too intoxicating
To hear any words on the ground

When you synthesize something
That feeds your soul
That’s enchanting to you
Stay with that sensational complacency
You earned it

Besides
It wasn't about them anyway

An empath
Just a ProSonderer
Nothing more
But quick to learn
every human’s soul
will be instinctively felt
just as the breeze flows
through that open window

A soul
it’s wandering to your heart’s beat
on rare occasion it deviates from the tune
nothing more

—Because you don’t acknowledge
its existence yet;
Could you truly expect to progress
in finding your soul’s mate
when you don’t even know your spirit’s home?—

A pair of souls is always made from a single star
so when you find another
that renders your talkative self speechless
or leaves your smooth conversing ways to only a stutter
Find another that leaves you in awe and wonder
that makes your chest feel comfort in the ache
when you're longing not only at midnight
but in public midday for that other

if its a flame
that just won't fade
no matter how long you stay
tell yourself to not push this one away
you're not in danger anymore

let that person breach your barricades
allow them a chance to understand your spirit’s ways
you'll soon stop automatically
encouraging them to go
the day will arrive when you won’t be itching to show them the door

chances are you'll find
nothing's worth more
then an empath finding their
lone star soul in their own time

And as a sondering empath
I understand having that
(impenetrably
-fragile only to a certain fine-tuned touch-
translucent but sporadically opaque)
guard with others
Seems like a darkly humored folklore
a normal person’s usual day
is just a daunting notion due to exhaustion from feeling everyone's emotion
but when you meet that one
you won't just understand their soul
you'll have a brand new reading
and it’ll feel horrifyingly confusing

just remember there's a first time for everything
when that someone intuitively understands you.