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Travis Green Aug 2021
I sink inside streaming
Memories of him holding me
Romanticizing about his full
Wonderful lips spooning mine
Golden gliss bliss, my splendorous
Kingdom, immaculate masterful muscles
His eyes so utterly lovable
Like a teddy bear, limelight
Rhymes bravely shining within
Dancing metaphors relishing
The euphoria in his iridescent emanation
My glorious spaceport garlanded
In enchanted artistry, deep and dreamy
Beard, my serene song, so stimulating
Resonating sounds I drown
Into and travel to ecstasy
Samuel Lombardo Jan 2019
At age 18 my love life;
seemingly perfect; was so long
a fiasco of desire and perfection.
I wanted a perfect being;
was there such a thing to be so perfect.
I was living a dream;
a dream without no reality.
Then a year passed;
I broke off from my first encounter.
He was a nightmare;
how can a match be so perfect;
do I really want a mirror;
or can I use an 8mm camera lens
showing me the opposite sides of me?
While my age turned 19;
I can see that a lot was taught
in my teens.
I seem to be in a war
that I could not have fought.
I wanted the decade to change for me!
There was nothing more for me to see!

So, the decade makes a turn;
I felt like in my twenties would be my year;
the year of Jubilee of eternal
warfare that could take away my fear.
However, I was wrong;
I took a wrong turn;
I met this other person;
left me on stage with this song;
drop dead gorgeous was to yearn;
for I knew looks have never won.
I took a break;
needed to focus on school;
never really understood God's sake;
therefore, leaving me a fool.
What a beautiful year;
I turn twenty-one;
I thought I had my beer;
and that battle was won.
I had to fear that no one understood me;
yet, my understanding was not true.
I was living a dream that I did not see;
and yet, this other person had no clue.

I sit on my bed writing goals;
I wanted to be in love in my twenties;
oh, how I missed that goal;
I am now in my thirties.
Time moves so fast;
yet, people tell me time heals;
I am twenty-five years of the vast;
and all my life endured was deals.
I would be twenty-seven;
wondering if I will ever find love.
Next thing you know;
I felt like I was in Heaven;
looking into the eyes of a beautiful dove;
a person whom my life bestow.
I was thirty when I met him;
my God, I thought I have sinned;
in fact, I began to take hymns;
and looking back to how I was pinned.
I will be honest;
I never wanted to love again;
I gave up and decided love was not for me.

I could not believe I would find love;
I even promise not to again;
not without the right key from a dove.
That was when I found the one, again.
I could never find the one,
because all the ones I found;
were not letting me in for the sun;
what shines when blind made no sound.
I was thirty-seven when I made a move;
the year of Jubilee;
my business was what my way soothes;
but in my life, I was set free.
After a long year of resistance;
he unlocks the door to my heart;
allowing me to love with perseverance;
allowing him and me to a new start.
It has taken me thirty-seven years;
to make a move in the right direction.
He was able to set me free from fears;
And I loved him more than any other son.
I new nature has put us together;
He needed me in his life to finish a search;
that same search is what made us forever,
and I believe that the arrow came from that archer.

I am a beautiful Gem;
You are the beautiful Sagittarius;
My pearls can shine brightly with him;
and his stones are set on serious.
Now, I take a break;
I want to disconnect;
He is definitely the part that I ache;
so, it is time to reconnect.
That magic box has a promise;
I never knew I would see,
but your heart is filled with gliss;
I almost missed the point given to me.
You needed to find a puzzle piece;
You provided me chances, again.
My fear was pushed aside for peace;
and I made my move to Michigan.
There my seven-year heartache
will be sealed with a promise;
a promise that should never break,
but will assure me much bliss.
Sometimes we have to go through many puzzle pieces that look almost the same size.  Just like puzzle pieces, ever lock has a key; and every key has a lock. The keys could even look the same but are that the one to unlock that lock.
Mr Xelle Nov 2019
Put your heart on your wrist,
I put my heart up on my wrist.
Six hundred for the gloss
One hundred for the gliss
Credit cards to the max
... man **** my ex.


I took A stroll by the park
it was cold and it was dark
I saw someone called but I missed it
Wish it was you but I’m trippin...

Sometimes I think you’re gunna text
I wish I had guide of getting over my ex
Cause ever sense you left I haven’t been the same since.
Travis Green Aug 2021
I can greatly gleam
In a stream of dreamily gay hues
Feel the sizzling enchantment
Smoky my soul with a dose
Of rotating romance jams
Take me underground
Where the quaking bassline
Enthuses my movement
Makes my hips sway
With the magic of Manhattan men

Hit the dance floor
And shake the scene
With roaringly hot moves
Timeless rhymes spinning sensually
In boundless brilliance
Gritty ripped hunks
Drumming the rainbow space
With tasteful, exhilarating imagination
As I drown in their paradisiacal platform
Of dancing dream in elevated iridescence

Feel the unceasing horsepower
Rise wildly in your muscled veins
Street-heat beats radiating
Through their rocket launching bodies
fire-flexing chest, trombone bones so strong
I can feel their sleek, fascinating façade
My eyes preoccupied with their feet jumping
Legs bending, towering thighs
In desirous ascension to grander dimensions
Breezy bopping thoughts, heads rocking
Arms drenched in astonishing highs
Hopped up, leveled up with the saucy harmonies
Vibrating through their exquisite steel abs

Let’s jubilantly jam, go downtown
To delicious delights, make me sensationally melt
Into milky sweetened butter
With their thrilling touch on my flesh
Propel me to crash into a splash
Of their ice-cold, dope swag
As they finesse me so bad
****, I’m such a fabulous ***
So impassioned by bright nighttime Adonis’s
Amazingly laced up with black glossed shades
Golden gliss earrings, utterly unflawed beards
Bedecked in mesmeric fieriness

I hunger to swim under their astronomic
Phenomenal oceans of maximum ravishment
Feel their liquid limbs sync with mine
As the smooth dance scene escalate
Into a state of funky flaming wonderment
Sweet salivating syllables oozing
From masculine men lips
Creamy captivating goons
In tune with the gripping street sound
As luscious lampposts glow and flow
With the dopeness of groovy dudes
Displaying their vivacious
Spaced-out vibes under the skyline
Shimmering in the spotlight

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