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Roberta Day Jul 2014
Summer loving
Ice cream shovings
into dripping mouths;
a melting cavern,
chocolate pools bubbling
under tongues suppressing
   mundane topics
let's get a little gay
take off my top and
         lay on top of me
**** the chills
with your bikini thrills
refocus your scope sur moi
  basket case weaving
  message receiving
southern comfort relieving
   excavated sediment
sentiments circulate
agreements perpetuate
a consistent blend
of froth and forthcomings
  remember to remember
one's habitual shortcomings
We reside in reverie of
a man's company of hast
eccentric,
Grounded esoteric warfare,
All earthened-thoroughfare,
But alike us, all out wearing
multitude hats to some
degree of what is unwise.
To others..
I dare say this..
For a resolution of one's
Dissapointment offers
Us all a foretaste of
Inevitable- forthcomings
Under the mercy of thy-
Spellbinded-hearts,
Onslaught his own sleeves:
Bekonst affaires of the
hardy-hearted-
Wherein notorious lover-
He who doth lies,,,
Polite lies,
Thou guise.
Littlelest white lies,
It's utterly obvious,,,
So cute, naye,to get
ahead of the said ploys,  
Such looks that decieves,
Evenso for personal gains.
Disgraced, preeminently-
-Alas--so stigmatized!
Abide by a fool out of
my comfort zones.
Yet, hiding on a closet-nesting.
Justifying-lies after lies..
With the audacity to be politically correct.
Forthwith, stretching-
Delusion yet so untrue-
Sounds crazy but hear me out so true!
Unbeknownst in disconnect..
Forsworn lurching bare-balistic!
Canst be so in denial-
Oh hush, onto morally
wrong by betrayal.
Unless confronted-be lull,
I tell you, misery loves partying.
When shall a victimeless crime-
Sets forth principles?
Of a reasonable prisoner of one's skin.
Wherefore, cowards can't accept the truth.
When and what not-
Alongside comes with a price tags..
Shall allow statement that  hurts.
Where the finest truth starts,
The art of thee fib begins.
It's written into thy heart's desires,
Commonality of hyped-up cultures,
Anything to trending... Mainstreaming  society at-aghast.
Say, the misunderstood,
Barren disadvantaged-breathe..
Yet naive to the "game-chasm"
Asforth in danger o' thy  being hurt,
As azure gust blurt--controlled by others.
Besides roundabout,
-dumping ones guilt on
someone's shoulder,
Confronted by disguise.
Ye about now, all outcries-
A beacon dreams,
Bearable fears,
Insecurities..
Thus, thyself true nature -"selfish self "
Beat a cutthroat belief system,,,
Towards inconvenient truth.
Of what's true-blue,
In realm world, of for reals.
Before we lose any sense.
Surely a bad habit of doing so.
Let alone endure the sustainable
enough to make it good.
Accordingly-keeps sagely,
Sanity once and for all intact,
To my name,  hold - fast-
-to -knowing and learning
To either thine honeyed
indulgences work on it..
until my rapture and sin not.

Be on -Ahah-moment
unto full -blown-healthy living
Yea, a better way to do something,
I'm begging you...
Unto benighted babes of the night,
So pleadingly asking for,
And wanting to play it safe,
Herewith, ne'erland of make-believe.
Forth any love deserves a-worthy,
Ought not be in the malady.
Ably a-mighty,
Be a gentle-carrier,
Incorruptible as a splendor,
Be virtous not a pretender.
But submit and surrender.
Ah! what life's blur,
Yeah, are all about:
Oh ye, unfair world to pout!

Hello humankindness,
Goodbye unfaithfulness!
Sojourns - endurance

Please, don't mess up
Because whomever
in avoidance of pain
Only to find out
More pain
Is at stake.
That's out and about..
Thine game-play abound.
Beaming a smile all-heart.
As good as it get,
[God in my heart]
Whilst things can't wait,
It stands out like blueprint;
Difficulties and joys aren't
exclusive icons,
[ but mutually friends! ]
Meet you halfway,
[Eternally glorified,
by far, outweighs them all! ]
Oh, sweet mercy,
Ah, all joy,someday,
So common, lover boy...
Forthwith,  seen, thou transitory
But, what's unseen- ageless-provisory
So keep it real-for me baby!
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Lucilo Aug 2017
Gravity could have only sworn the feathers of lovebirds were loyalty-interwoven,

Until betrayal gifts of loosened cords and feathers of wings were unearthed deep in the heart of a nest craft she built for him;

Dismantled was his soul and spirit  a termination of hope; of love and affair;

A resurrection of despair and reformed cruelty.

Spiteful and vengeful; descending from infinity was a stampede of a voice reborn and a soul shattered, echoing the forthcomings of the storms:

"Oh, love, redeem me. What a lovely gift this is, I shall find a way to repay you!"
For love some shall avenge!
A Sep 2016
They say a person can’t hide from themselves but what if they hide in polluted air? Surely only then, the obscurities of their souls are hidden and faded away from the naked eye. The spirit lies in pure discernment in times, or at time were the poignant ending of their lives are none but self acknowledged forthcomings. I understand why some may not play by the book; they find loop holes or visual breakthroughs to get by their days. They say that man was never born for society and as greatly as they venture, a cloud of thoughts trail into memories, little can be done to forget and little can be done to be forgotten by it.
Perhaps the air isn’t dense enough to stop a person from breathing  but it certainly is enough to clog a thousand memories

Silhouettes harnessed to a scope only far enough to narrate that this world is like a rain storm except the thunder rumbles and it accepts its few seconds in the spot light but I, carry a surplus and let my rule in empty delight.
Venus Rose Vibes May 2013
Believe in me, only to believe in something more than I will ever be. When I see you I swear it feels like I see more than anybody else sees. I promise you that I will be more than you ever could have dreamed of and if you trust in me, I will lead you to lands never explored. You may see the pity in me and all of my forthcomings, but if you bleed as any other human you do have the compassion whether or not you equip it in good fashion. I think of you, every so often though I know I am forgotten. My hope is still there, waiting on a non-existent prayer to answer my rebelled requests.

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