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It is of my very genuine longing,
that you might hold me at odd angles;
Inspiring, penetrating angles,
and help my breathing -or lack thereof- to be elongated.
If my moaning cannot express my uppermost gratitude,
then I am afraid, sir,
that we are both at detrimental loss.
It is funny,
I'm not very seductive at all!
I am short,
with an awkward physical disposition.
However, I control you.
It is magnificent, really.
I will moan,
and in your name I will find significance,
a reason for listening to Frank Sinatra;
lighting incense;
Becoming better.
All I have to give,
is my body-- your lust.
Moaning, penetrating angles, and lust.
he used to sing in a rock band
back in seventy three
he could put a show on
so dynamically

the concert goers screamed
and screamed
the stage would be alive
with rock
the drummer
would smack the skins
and the fellow
on the bass guitar
would rile up the fret
and the rock star
put the meat
on the lyric
at that hot mic stand

he was rock star
back in seventy three
he could put a show on
so dynamically

get down
get down
we'll rock the world
we'll rock the world

these were the words
he sang as he strutted the stage
in his open shirt and tight leather pants

get down
get down
we'll rock the world
we'll rock the world

he could put a show on
so dynamically
 Mar 2013 Williamsji Maveli
Lee
The poisonous cherries have blossomed outside my pane.
and with a deadly tilt out my second story window
I can kiss their blushing hearts.
I lean over and out
and smell spring
Rain,
Dirt,
Fever,
Love,
in the air.
I’m another mutt howling in heat
gift me with your treat
another blushing heart with beat.
Cherry blossoms dripping rain
liquid fragrance feast.
I’ll kiss your petals.
Secret meadows
bring me spring fever satisfaction.
Suddenly my thoughts run deeper
and become folded
inside the scent of the air
until they pull on my heart-strings
and watch
my tears cry tears of their  own.  
And I laugh and smile,
pretend to be happy
as if I don't remember
you're gone.

However, sorrow brings truth
as it closes in
to unravel the seconds
of each sleepless night
I have held for years unknown.  
And I realize,
it's time to move forward,
stop letting my tears
cry tears
of their own.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2013
You took everything
and returned to the scene
To take home some images of victory
and I knew too late what happend
Staring right into your eyes as the realization ended
All I could do was try to look anew
Attempting not to bleed right through
While I splashed about in shallow waters
I'll just have to learn how to go without
The shame in this game will never max out
and you left me there weeping
Sold me cutthroat trout
I ate it up
Gluttonously
Then spit out the bones of the person I used to be
She's so far from me
I ode to the quicksand beneath my feet
To the weasle who found a way into my keep
The racoon who robbed me so blind
and left me defiled morales
Now left behind and strung about
I graced him like a loser should
I fought but much too late I understood
for the soul to rejoice
and to be in rhapsody
the rivers of peace
need to be supplicated
unto thee

drink of serenity
drink in its tranquility
thence the tune of inner beauty
sings with divinity
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