'Distinguishment' poems

Sa Sa Ra Jun 2012

let go of letting go of ur experience
dwell in it completely
it is in and around u flowing without distinguishment
ego pressure
it aint one of those things
let go of ego
and let ego b
let it serve u as u need
to the minimum
it is to serve u
not to serve it
same can b said of qoute the devil
remember
he and or what we made
serves us
get it behind as servant
we do not create to serve our creations
we create so that our creations serve us
so much false info out there
u kno that
tru info is in u
around u
if u look with a pure heart
remember
a troubled mind is troubled for only what the heart has asked
is in conflict
with our tru nature
the mind is simply servant of heart
it will do as the heart asks
instructs
so examine only the heart
ur mind is othawise fine

(July 20th, 2011)

From Facebook chat,
https://www.facebook.com/notes/lite-heart/let-go-of-letting-go/192861964105942

Colm Oct 2019

The Tongue And Where It Tastes (It’s Good Today)

Meandering … I know right away
What the context of this dark entails
What the question of this day implies
And so I'll answer
In distilling this … in the stillness therein lies
Though sunshine isn't yet necessary
To bring a shining smile to my face
Squinting on a day like this … born distinguishment
When I know, I know
Like the *** and groundless coffee based
It is good today
Gosh it's good today

Such a natural feeling, when you better yourself. When you can self-diagnose, identify and adjust. Not change mind you. Just adjust (as true change takes time). But it feels so good to me, to just wake up after a day of unconsciousness, and be conscious again. Or perhaps that should be the other way round, LOL. But truly… To go from being blocked, to being unblocked. To go from being frustrated, to being at ease. Nothing feels better than that. No drug or high can compare, to the artist content and at their leisure, having since slayed the dragon in their subconscious mind.
And this is a verse for a day like that. Woot woot.

#the #tongue #and #where #it #tastes #its #good #today

Monica Beatrice Rebecca Nov 2015

A Name

A classification-- a distinguishment of sorts,
Is a name we are given, one from which we can't resort.

Written in stone, Monica is a puzzle,
For the definition it reveals is quite the bumbuzzle.

Alone, you may say, is the meaning of said name--
But think just for a second: should it really remain?

Should Monica be doomed to a life of such solitude,
When life should, instead, be filled with more gratitude?

For solitude is a huge price to pay for a deed she did not commit!
So why should she listen to the words of someone's "wit"?

But, is thwarting prophecy truly worth the reward?
Don't we all have the same end that we tend to lean toward?

Surrounded by those that share their love everyday,
Is it all just a haunting game that will pull her astray?

No, it's a myth-- it simply can't be,
That name can bear such influence and won't let her be me!

Travis Green Sep 2022

Heart-Stopping Spartan Top Shotta

Your piercingly shimmering olive green eyes
Scan the enchantingly eye-popping contents
Of my heavenly luscious body
My sleek, sinuous, and bare neck
Hot leathery hands grab my brazenly burgeoning cannon *****
Massage the ample scintillating surface
Make them jiggle and throb
As your juicy crash-hot lips

Hold my pert turgid daggers hostage
I marvel at your glorious engorged abs
Your supple rugged chest
How your sleekly stalwart and oiled guns gorgonize me
I feel your firm spectacular grabbers
Travel on my ghetto plump buns
Squeeze its cushiony and curvaceous construction
Take in its untouchable voluptuousness
My silky-soft spotless hotness

Dreamy cream-colored lover boy
Lithe, long-limbed limited edition
Your hunky ***** majesty bedazzles me
Ardent showstopping strongman
So passionate, gregarious, and ivory-towerish
Your moist sculptured touch
Against my phenomenally polished
And popping architecture

I run my youthful baby-soft clutchers
Through your luxuriant, coffee brown, and curly hair
With a beefy beast beach ***
Beardalicious bludgeoning bad boy
Extraordinarily artistic and enthusiastic
Such seductive sculpturesque stunningness
I am afire with swirling earthy desire
For your adventurous, eccentric distinguishment

How your robust voice sends keen, sensory tingles all over me
Heart-stopping Spartan top shotta
You knock my socks off
So out of my head, so obsessed
With the way you coop up my softness
Makes me lose my heart to your flamboyant saucy charm

— The End —