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palladia Jun 2013
awkward is a promiscuous word. it flirts unintentionally. it seduces mentally. but most of all it's so disruptionally absurd even the first-come-first-serve basis comes 15 feet behind the typical quota. but it really isn't that serious. it would be awkward plus if i wasn't active right now. does that sound appealing to anyone? well it better. i'm no vanguard when it comes to distribution of emotions. they'll be distributed equally, thank you, and don't worry about getting more 'cause they'll be pieced out safe and fair. lord jesus, we need some sorrow-getter-overs in here! i'm always telling those who ask me for advice to relinquish the suffering and let the good times roll. not that it'll save their hides, i snicker mimically and divert the attention to something inappropriately interesting, like a ***** bumper sticker or a animal corpse on the side of the road. and you are gonna turn into one if you don't stop that crying! man i need some fresh air and i'm not talking about the innocent kind. it's more of the obvious, over-cynical cyanide-soaked air that formaldehyde would blush over. there are two r's in sorrow because the s and the o and w need to be capsized into one rowboat. i never thought i would compromise intimacy with loudspeaker attention-grabbers and then the sailboat does a belly-flop and lands head first in the witches' cauldron. which is like Hamlet's, but a lot less systematic and bunches more pagan. it's synthetically miserable but enigmatically moral. dance of the morals is another program i like. it has to do with the regard of selfish hope and loose pragmatism. pagan! ****** i know it's pagan but it's pigheaded trash like that which gets stuck in the garbage disposal ever so often and we don't have no time to clean it out. i use a fish net that once occupied a corner near the stove which had the net chewed through by ***** rats that inhabit the lower quarters of the bathhaus. it's nothing significant really but more or less a principle in not making leftovers from the unknown trashpile near the barn. attention: entrance alert. "too bad for" who cares. i'm sick of this. "too bad for". that's all said? "let's chat a lot" what? i thought maureen was coming over at 7? who left the cat out again--the dog's gonna have a field day playing cops and robbers, and there are always reallive guns. and i'm stuck back at square/ground one/zero figuring out how i'm gonna get the next day's meal without having to cut off my head or make the microsoft paper clip icon appear with those embarrassing clips telling you how you should appear to your boss on your first interview. and find out that he's a man after all. and ultimately regret what you said every two minutes. wish i had contributed crescents more to the goodness, and not brush over like a stuckist's paintbrush. he's actually using blood instead of acrylics- that's when i get running. wish i hadn't have done that. wish i hadn't. we "hadn't" too much, you know? i wish we had to have "hadn't" before it hadn't have been created. still my emotions are sold and i've cast a mold far too ugly to be a stupid cupid. can we get on with the show, please? no thank i've had enough cranberry pie for right now, maybe buttercup the parrot can have the rest? the cat hates water. then why is he swimming in the dog dish? i'm not complaining, just hesitating to say how i feel when i want it. yeah, i know you're looking at me make a sucker outta myself on your camera. all those poses weren't hard to accomplish but you aggrandize the bad and disregard that i actually have good talent after all. crazy 8s. thought i'd never compromise. thought i'd never make a sport out of tantalizing the shopkeeper's parakeet. yeah, they're playing that game everyone calls a bore cuz it is one. why not roast a marshmallow then find a salamander caught between the chocolate and the *******. and we can't have them crackers anyways cuz there's got gluten in them. can we take a walk, i have something to tell you? i have to tell you about my personal life. i don't care if you're bored. darwin was never bored, fyi. i don't want to hear your juvenile complaints anymore. you're always telling me your problems but you never let me talk. but why would you care? and no way am i gonna share? not there. still. you're still not coming around cuz you're crying and i can't take it anymore. stop the tears, i already told you just take another pill and you'll relax. your life can stop in a heartbeat because some freak told you to stop ******* with the power outlet and make an attempt on making it right. how am i gonna make it right? seems good to me to get up and go and never return. seems right to let it all hang lose and think of excuses as a way to win some money. i'm not the principle breadwinner around here, but i'd bake enough bread to feed an army if i had to. a whole cohort of emotional bigots who don't care anything about their stupid, money-******* societies. it's leveled to the drain again, yeah i know you don't understand. i'm done asking. please? do it for me? don't you know i'm hurting myself because... i'm not listening. don't you want to know i'm cutting my flesh because... i have to water the garden. oh dear what was that? whew! almost another collision with a bee. whew--another close one. what about the spiders in the cabbage bed? what why didn't you tell me? yeah, the cabbage patch has produced more memories than heads, and no not those types of heads. a mashup of what i hate most and what i hate least scourged outta me in a whirl. she's going to take a walk. the radio's on and it's hot in here. those maudy days of summer, but i love every shred of them like i do a coat in the winter. the radio's playing my song: doomsday magnificat! i like leather and metal combinations that are sold in a 60s oz town. you can tie and whip me if you conscience can, but not now. it's another adage gone to the birds. oh no the shopkeeper's parrot is out again and i didn't do it! how come i'm blamed for things i don't do? get over it. another fact of life. another testimonial head my way. dodge! that was a flying saucer that almost razed your head. you wouldn't care though because enough has happened today to make your head spin even faster than it already is. and they're real-live which makes me keeping fumbling my too-short curls disintegrated by sheer chauvinism and belated princeness. that's alright. i know how you feel. i know how the world feels because i am the world. and the world is my canvas. and i may dictate what you are allowed and i may waver onto what laws of principalities are shooting up everywhere, but it's okay 'cause there's a lot more to shoot than good time. and those wacked people can form an alliance and take down the stronghold because in reality, you know that you are wacked yourself to say that. i'm sorry you did. the world will keep spinning, snipers will keep killing, conservatives will keep protesting, parents will keep levitating, children will keep withholding, the days will keep heating, the pool will be more refreshing, and yeah mrs. renttib is still coming over. the world is new. and i am young. but we will all stay safe and good in this empyrean. because and i created it. and i established the surveillance cameras, which are everywhere, but don't feel pressed. yes, i'll forever watch your every move, and even though you've done good, i'll still send you to hell. because you belong there. you may begin now. make your tread strong yet gentle. it's not my expense, the water is cooler out here,
                                                                ­                             anyways.
i've had a rotten day, but i wasn't involved, rather- others force it upon me, for condolence's sake.

ah, you've got plenty to be thankful about so why bother complaining? i often try to analyze this, because my life isn't perfect and i'm often ****** into an uncomfortable state, even when i had nothing to do with it. this was written during (+ after) a family argument about help and those who shouldn't help us, and telling others first, and letting everyone know. i think it's better to keep it to yourself or see a psychologist than starting a whole mess like this again. i know people hate that i don't like opening up and sharing but i'm doing it for the good of everyone. i'm the breadwinner of myself; others will only make me file more tax returns, it seems! so i'm upset and nervous and kind of scared. i want to explore it in a different angle and if i have to be crass and confrontational to do it, i say "full speed ahead!"
Purcy Flaherty Oct 2018
We rode our horses cross-country,
Through the nations of the unknown,
We survived the snowy mountains,
And lived off the land and the trees,
Through hot summers and cold winters,
Through deserts storms; we circled the trails,
We learned from the birds and the bees,
We hunted the elk, the deer and the buffalo,
We fished to feed the travelling spirit,
We turned acorns into flour,
We set our senses free.

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Europeans brought Soldiers, missionaries, smallpox, the common cold, scalping, reservations, whisky and the rush for gold.
You brought land grabbers, oil barons, fencing, bricks, barbed wire and all the accoutrements of your civilised culture!
You made this country your own; and forced it's 1st nation people into a 3rd world culture.

You ***** the land of its resources, filled it with waste.
You wasted the water to make coke, burgers,
and fantasy towns.

To reign supreme in a new-world without shame!

Savages!
Meat and potatoes!
Miguel Diaz May 2016
I take my knowledge from architects, medieval painters and galore.

I walk along the stretch of times, Read the Canterbury Tales from folks of yore.

I've written literature in my own dialect, through the beautiful English language.

I find awe in the act of creation, new etymologies where old writers anguished.

My words: symphonies of the beloved and dead Beethoven; like the arias of Wagner.

I am the high priest, the new catholicicist propogandising as your Cardinal.

I am the spiritual technology, provided to the ailment of what we call society.

I am the new Ghandi, the Dalai Lama deservedly inspiring your piety.

I am the Luciferous angel of life, breathing heaven through the cesspool of Earth.

I am the post-modern Romeo and Juliet, Warhol's 15 minutes of fame and worth.

I am the Alexander Mcqueen, the metaphilosopher of fabric illusions.

I am the lyricist of society, speaking through the castrated eunychs.

I am Stephanie Myer, inspiration of vampiric genius to adolescent impressionables.

I am Jane Austen, author of new age thrillers such as The Secret and Lesbian Misérables

I am the eclipsing of twilight, the post-mortem autopsy of a rotting cadaver.

I am Heath Ledger and Michael Jackson, legends inspiring a race of sleeping pill grabbers.

I am the Blockbuster, the Titanic Avatar, $4.9 Billion to children in poverty.

I am Gangnam Style, 2.5 Billion viewers of the Palestinian Bombings.

I am modern philosophe, the birth giver of Socrates, Plato, Nietzsche, Derrida.

I am Steve Jobs, terrible father, tyrant and billionaire technological reliever.

I am God, the predeccesor and successor of all eternal life.

I am Satan, damnation and strife.

I am Tupac, rapper of gangster warfare. Inspirational to first world degenerates.

I am Oprah, most powerful black woman with white hillbilly aesthetics of Ellen Degeneres.

Thank you, to world's only true Genius.
Hail Kanye West, our one and only revered Yeezus.
Genius is overrated. Knowledge is pointless. Everything is nothing. Yall should read Jane Austen Parody Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Kange West guys! Come on! Give him all your money now!
Sam Anthony Jul 2017
Welcome to the stage on which
Life is lived as a performance
Welcome to the office in which
Every day is a job interview, where
Work is nothing more than being looked at
And admired
And despised
And envied

Welcome to a new bank account, with
More money than anyone needs, and
More pressure than anyone deserves, to
Spend it as tabloids demand

Welcome to criticism, for clothing choices –
Too last-year
Too slutty
Too creative
Too similar to someone else
Not flattering enough
Not slutty enough
Not daring enough

Welcome to scrutiny, over
Every romantic detail
Every baby’s name
Welcome to mockery

Welcome to an opportunity to
Use your voice
Take a stand
Make a change
Welcome to pressure to
Toe the line
Stay mainstream
Take no risks

Welcome to a new form of slavery, offering
Wealth and adoration
Freedom for some and shackles for others
Welcome to a ruined, wasted life lived short of its potential –
Relationships missed
Role in the home passing by, and
A tempting, all-you-can-eat buffet of mental health issues

Welcome to a new status, to be
Cool
The centre of attention
Off trend
Forgotten

Welcome to the celebrity contradiction
Attention-grabbers, with
Demands for privacy

Welcome to someone just like
Me –
And
You
We are the pit men,the pony men,the downtrodden,unshod men,and it's us against them,
and them men are the fat men,the fast gabbers,the land grabbers,the takers,the fakers, the usurers and money lenders,
**** them men,
I'm tendering my resignation and going off to look for something more,
a new celebration of a life within this whirlwind of a railway station.
Platform four,
train leaves at five
if I'm still alive
I'll be on it.
Jay G Oct 2014
you;re already ahead, you are alive
nothing is clawing for your eyes and your heart still beats
all with eternal time
but yours is so, so short.
a simile for a sunrise
so why not call it quits, smile with the sun dear child

because money isn't what the world is about
in fact
it scoffs at the idea.
don't give an inch to the grabbers, the thief's who don't give you
the inch

they all play for keeps, and nothing is worth keeping
why not call it quits
and smile with the sun, it wont be there forever
even though it may burn long while you're past.
call it quits and live ******, there's nothing else to do.

You can fight
You can scratch,
and for ***** sake you can bleed for it.
but it wont bleed for you, and sometimes you need to bleed
for the idol, to feel the empathy for all the souls, that run amok.
It's all about the fight, life always has been.
sincerity is all that bleeds for you,
so if you want to bleed, let us bleed for each other.
Call it quits ******, and think what few have dared to think.
run wild with the wolves, you're instinct is what we need.
not another lawyer, not another marketer, not another politician.
God knows there are too many, and maybe the world doesn't need another poet.

The words just feel too good to pass up.
At least we're all dreamers, in an unsolicited land.  
If I failed to convey a point, all I mean is how beautiful we are in our absurdity, running amok, to portray serenity.
j.g
Bob B Oct 2016
"In case you're wondering who we are,
We're your friendly NRA.
Put your worries behind you now;
We are here to save the day.

"Feeling lost and insecure?
Feeling hopeless or dejected?
Come on down and buy your gun.
Your spirits will be resurrected.

"What? You want a handgun? Pshaw!
A handgun is just a toy.
An assault weapon is what you need
To make you feel like a really big boy.

“The thought of guns everywhere
Titillates us to the core.
We can’t describe the ecstasy
Of having more and more and more!

"Your Congressmen love to stick
Their hands into our bulging pockets.
Call it a little *** for tat--
Just keep us off your legal dockets.

"One of our leaders is Wayne LaPierre.
With every gun sale he's elated.
Some say he prevaricates;
We say truth is overrated.

"Gun manufacturers,
You scratch our backs, we'll scratch yours.
We'll make sure that all can access
Weapons that are made for wars.

"Certainly our Founding Fathers
Knew what they were doing when
They envisioned assault weapons
In the hands of all brave men.
 
"Join our 'well regulated
Militia' here in the United States.
We don’t like our beloved Second
Amendment to undergo debates.

"We are doing all we can
To weaken all gun safety laws.
Please don't mention violence;
Every system has its flaws.

"We subscribe to firearm freedom--
A genuine right that's everyone's.
Here's one way to look at it:
Religious liberty for your guns.

"'Life, liberty, and the pursuit of guns'--
That's our motto, simple and clear.
Gun grabbers had best beware:
The NRA will persevere.

"So now you know who we are:
We're your friendly NRA.
You can put your worries behind you;
We are here to save the day."

- by Bob B
Ley Mar 2019
praxinoscope-théatres and chatelaines
vinaigrettes and salt sets
strawberry grabbers and victorian dress lifters
inkwells and i

how foolish of of us
to believe we would
have a purpose

how foolish of us
to believe that we would
ever be of use again
Sean Hunt Aug 2017
Seagulls outdone
by 'little ones'
clapping and slapping
screeching and crapping

Acting much bigger
than they are
crying and vying
to rule the roost

Cacophony clowns
competing with sound
running around
all over town

Attention grabbers
perched on pinnacles
looking down
on the others around
Travis Green Mar 2023
I wanna rock with his glossy macho body, gawk at how he flexes
And finesses me with his swirling chocolate architecture
Make my rainbow soul float in the china blue sky
Make me melt when our flesh mesh together
When he presses his pumped-up pecs against my *****
Voluptuous jugs, rub my turgid glass cutters

Make me drift into his mesmerizing river
Of mountainous sensuous enchantment
Press my grabbers against his beautifully muscular abdomen
Massage his strong, unconquerable back
His immensely delectable and naked back

Cherish him like a brisk, fresh breeze
Like the fragrant southern trees and leaves
That shimmer in the invigoratingly pleasant
And picturesque countryside, he makes me so intensely high
So mesmerized by how he moves his hairy groovy beauty

He makes me wanna be locked in the hottest elements
Of unparalleled and exhilarating love
I hanker to sink a thousand times deep
Into his blazing-hot state-of-the-art charmingness
Gander at how he dances and entrances my homosexualness
Slithers his dexterous feelers all over his scrumptious muscular Construction, my prime, priceless, and powerhouse delight

He is so **** radiant and first-rate, an endless highway
Of unadulterated and ingratiating takingness
I long to revel in his **** wet majesticness all night long
Let him invade and dominate my headspace

Make my body shake amorously, make me so hungry
For his rock-hard raging rawness, his sweet, tasty, and sinuous Dreaminess, my smooth flexing operator, he makes me more
And more aroused when I check out his devilishly dreamy
And embraceable manfulness, the crash-hot seduction
Of his bang-up mind-blowing thugness, feel deep
Within my flesh and bone, fill me with uncontainable flaming desire

Permeate me with incomparable, swirling, and
****** depictions of his prodigious blissful slickness
The only real main squeeze that comforts me
That awes and rocks my subconscious mind
That loves and touches me deeply, makes me
Covet to connect with him, study his seductiveness

Feel his legit sizzling heat building up within me
Consume every part of him like fresh, shredded, and juicy pineapple
Undress his charming almondy heavenliness
Feel his matchless tatted splashiness
So majestic in its unprecedented perfection
A hot luxurious king to be savored

I wanna stroke and **** his ******* steel from the back
Tongue it from the tip to the base
Feel the rare eternal magic of its hunky luminous masterpiece
Treasure his delectable and aesthetically appealing *******
Gobble up his massive attractive *******
Groove on his bright hairy bush

Let his smooth blooming pulchritude rule my beauty
Feel the rhythm of his unbeatable bewitching virility
My four-star soulja boy, with mean mantastic meat
So incredibly edible and pleasurable
Caress his tight striking backside
Play with his slippery smoking *****

Finger **** it, kiss it, lick it, speak sweet **** to it
Rub my nose against it, make him tremble
As my tongue ventures deep into his impressive treasure chest
Spit all over it, listen to his deep ****** moans
Make him call my name, put him in a frenzy of delight
Make him my prized powerhouse possession

Dig deep into him so ******* good
**** on his ******* monster wood
Get rude with it, make a movie with it
Make him shoot a slew of hot salty glue
All over perfectly beardless and sensual face
Consensus

Democracy, a hollow word makes me laugh darkly.
Is the USA a democracy? You can vote every 4 years
Among two parties who spring from the same narrow
The base of the elite and is therefore not Democratic,
but gives the illusion like the democratic republic
Of Kongo, to be one and go to war against those who
Has another opinion, say, freedom from tyranny
And interference of foreign countries.
Freed om is more important than democracy which
Is a hiding place for thieves and land grabbers.
Israel, knee-deep in Palestinian blood, is a democracy
That brutalize their own people into thinking they have
The right to defend themselves, thus behave with
Callous insouciance towards the opinion of others.
Michael Dec 2020
Grab for all the gusto you can
Because TV and beer are all I need, man!
Weltanschauung? Yes, it is one
Not a real complex decision
So, let us for a moment, and as we are able
Look at what hedonism brings to the table
Epicurean hedonism of the quantitative type
It’s what I mean to be more precise

If all there is, is pleasure,
And that’s what’s buried in your heart as treasure
Then you can't turn and be indignant
About anyone else who is just as ig’nant
After all they are just grabbing gusto
Maybe in a different form
But who is the hedonist?
To expect others to conform
        to non-rationality
        to being arbitrary

So what are we left with
When we look and see?
You can’t go beyond and seek a conception
When all is physiology,
      and empiricism
      and behavioral biology
And it can't be psychological
Because psychology is not made of matter
But these things do matter
How do we get to the ding an sich?
After all we don’t all share the same brain-ium
In fact, many don’t even use their cranium
So, we must challenge all the gusto grabbers,
Who’ll get upset
When others don’t live up to their double standards
Special pleading may sound valid
But if all there is, is motion and matter
Then it’s melancholy salad you’ll be served on a platter

So, let me say there’s nothing wrong with TV and beer
But that won’t lead you to the ding an sich
Or from the phenomena to the noumena
You need a Weltanschauung where the abstract can fit
      and that helps us make sense
To have an apologia (a coherent defense)
How do we do it?
We intuit
As God expects us to think thoughts after Him
As the Father of lights enlightens a world so terribly dim
Weltanschauug is German for worldview. Ding an sich is German for "the thing in itself" as used by Immnauel Kant (The Prussian philosopher). Apologia is Koinia Greek for "having an apologetic or defense"
Travis Green Mar 2023
Tell me why I dig his indescribably intriguing slickness
More than anything in the world, why do I look deep
Into his ardent avocado eyes and pine for his entireness
To entwine with mine, to kiss his appealingly pink lips

Lick his intensely brown and handsome beard
To feel his bewitchingly attentive and sensitive ears
Why have I got such a helluva crush on his flawless ****** robustness
Coveting to touch his fabulously magical and strapping shoulders

Rest my head against his wonderfully long and rock-solid arms
Feel his heavy-duty groovy pecs, nuzzle his muscles
With my lovable hands, craving to swim deep into his enchantingly
Extravagant and flabbergasting masculinity

To bask in every fraction of his splashy smashing staggeringness
Tell me why do I got a thing for his striking spiked hair
Why do his assertiveness and masterfulness appeal to me
Why do I wanna be with him so **** bad and share our worlds

Relax my palms against his sleek, sculptured abs
His bright, tight, and unrivaled V-line, slide my tantalizers
All around his legit slurpable stick, swirl the tip of my tongue
On his monstrous scrumptious plums, service him unreservedly

Unearth every compelling element of his dreamy flexing splendor
Clap hands on his bare bite-worthy backside
Slap his sexually attractive *** cheeks, finger his mad hunky man hole
While he takes my rad stacked rack by force

Glory in his lurid Explorable gorgeosity, tell me why I am so soft
On his toxic top-drawer masculinity, why do I wanna venture
His fully rigid dimension resplendent with prize-winning supremeness
Why do I feel like I can float in the sky when I peep at his flashy smile

Why do I feel so feverish and weak in my physique
When I linger on him licking my keen warm ears
Trail his spectacular muscular grabbers all around
My inveigling and scintillating creation

Tell me why I am addicted to a snazzy swagged-out bad boy
Why he got me in my feelings, wishing to kick it with him
For months on end, sink into everything that shines within him
Let him be my bread and butter, my lover boy to enjoy forever
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2020
This is not another
poem about wild
uncouth women
and their wiles
those plethora of ways to
grab men's attention

This is about brutality
how he speaks to her in flesh
men with brutal words
speak with brutal tongues
Hit with brutal hands
as if that would make her
more available

as if women were
all gold grabbers
but
kindness never
crosses his mind

she is the pretty prize
he is the lip licking
fangs *****
with nothing to do
but ravage
her naivete...
Travis Green Mar 2023
I wanna rock with his glossy macho body, gawk at how he flexes
And finesses me with his swirling chocolate architecture
Make my rainbow soul float in the china blue sky
Make me melt when our flesh mesh together
When he presses his pumped-up pecs against my *****
Voluptuous jugs, rub my turgid glass cutters

Make me drift into his mesmerizing river
Of mountainous sensuous enchantment
Press my grabbers against his beautifully muscular abdomen
Massage his strong, unconquerable back
His immensely delectable and naked back

Cherish him like a brisk, fresh breeze
Like the fragrant southern trees and leaves
That shimmer in the invigoratingly pleasant
And picturesque countryside, he makes me so intensely high
So mesmerized by how he moves his hairy groovy beauty

He makes me wanna be locked in the hottest elements
Of unparalleled and exhilarating love
I hanker to sink a thousand times deep
Into his blazing-hot state-of-the-art charmingness
Gander at how he dances and entrances my homosexualness
Slithers his dexterous feelers all over his scrumptious muscular Construction, my prime, priceless, and powerhouse delight

He is so **** radiant and first-rate, an endless highway
Of unadulterated and ingratiating takingness
I long to revel in his **** wet majesticness all night long
Let him invade and dominate my headspace

Make my body shake amorously, make me so hungry
For his rock-hard raging rawness, his sweet, tasty, and sinuous Dreaminess, my smooth flexing operator, he makes me more
And more aroused when I check out his devilishly dreamy
And embraceable manfulness, the crash-hot seduction
Of his bang-up mind-blowing thugness, feel deep
Within my flesh and bone, fill me with uncontainable flaming desire

Permeate me with incomparable, swirling, and
****** depictions of his prodigious blissful slickness
The only real main squeeze that comforts me
That awes and rocks my subconscious mind
That loves and touches me deeply, makes me
Covet to connect with him, study his seductiveness

Feel his legit sizzling heat building up within me
Consume every part of him like fresh, shredded, and juicy pineapple
Undress his charming almondy heavenliness
Feel his matchless tatted splashiness
So majestic in its unprecedented perfection
A hot luxurious king to be savored

I wanna stroke and **** his ******* steel from the back
Tongue it from the tip to the base
Feel the rare eternal magic of its hunky luminous masterpiece
Treasure his delectable and aesthetically appealing *******
Gobble up his massive attractive *******
Groove on his bright hairy bush

Let his smooth blooming pulchritude rule my beauty
Feel the rhythm of his unbeatable bewitching virility
My four-star soulja boy, with mean mantastic meat
So incredibly edible and pleasurable
Caress his tight striking backside
Play with his slippery smoking *****

Finger **** it, kiss it, lick it, speak sweet **** to it
Rub my nose against it, make him tremble
As my tongue ventures deep into his impressive treasure chest
Spit all over it, listen to his deep ****** moans
Make him call my name, put him in a frenzy of delight
Make him my prized powerhouse possession

Dig deep into him so ******* good
**** on his ******* monster wood
Get rude with it, make a movie with it
Make him shoot a slew of hot salty glue
All over perfectly beardless and sensual face
Travis Green Sep 2022
Hypnotic headstrong hot shot
I want to bounce to every ounce
Of your fiery freestyling game
Feel your unquantifiable flaming thunder
In my stunningly sun-kissed tunnel
Put in a thousand wild trances
Hold me vigorously
Make me shine like a wicked wine car

Drink me down like a bottle
Of dark cocoa coffee liquor
Taste your magical passionate lips
The pleasing sweetness of your breath
Upon my hard pebbled peaks
Massage my wonderfully unstoppable rocket launchers
Make me gasp and grab
Your potent long arms
Cause my lustfully lascivious construction convulse

Put in extra work, charismatic, powerful, and untouchable Papi
Ravish my femininity
Make me beg for your domineering mind-blowing flex
Lapse in your assertiveness
Embrace your sagaciousness
Encase me in your hellacious salacious captivation
Devour me deeply and passionately
Finesse my backdoor entrance
Let your beastly manly nature dominate me

Take me into the unknown
Where you envelop my heart and soul
Arouse my curiosity
Monopolize my thoughts and feelings
Give me a hard-on
Turn my head
Flirt with my inner world
Peer at my incomparable and alluring body
With your unbelievably vivid blue eyes
Give pleasure to my gayness
Make me athirst for your firmness

Feel your slick chubby third leg push deep
In my delicate pool of moistness
Take me downtown to your county jail
And give the most cutthroat pounding ever
Splinterize my dimension
Make my heart beat faster
Make my nerve endings cling to yours
Feel your steamy, sinful masculinity all around me

Stay inside my sensual sweet candy store
Shock my lovestruck guts
Be my city-bred love drug
Give me a hit of your quick fix
Press your magic grabbers
On my awesome arched back
Nibble on my earlobe
Clasp my sumptuous satin shoulders

Let your mean glistening bean pods
Bounce against my passionate perspiring flesh
Render me powerless
So increasingly high on your enticingness
You break me down
Whisper rude words in my ear
Tell me that I am yours
Explore my elemental feminine tendencies
The leaky dreamy depths of me

Let your thrilling ******* of perfection
Crash wildly into my body
Hear my deep, agonizing breaths
Rejoicing in your glory
How you express your erotically
Emotion-charged story to my heart
Spread my plump, substantial thighs apart
Let your unconquerableness rule my heartland
Make my golden rainbow soul rock
To the heart-pumping rhythm of your blisteringly spicy sauce
As you squirt stupendous streams of splendor in my gaping portal
Travis Green Aug 2022
**** supreme Daddy
You know you are my number one dream lover
You call all the shots
That make my heart spark
That make me want to ride out all night with you
Chill in your flashy glistening whip
Listen to you speak electric flexing seduction
To my body and soul

Bring me under your control
Hold me in your wickedly ripped wings
Kiss me everywhere on my lustrous, smashing body
Let me be a lushly voluptuous marveller of your hotness
Rest my delectable caressers
On your untouchable robust chest
Take in the surpassingly sensuous pleasures
In your poetically relishable vessel

Peerless pure white prodigy
Your earth-shaking immersive machoness
Makes me weak as ****
So mad dumbstruck, so lovestruck
By the luscious indestructible **** in you
With your magical dapper style
Exceedingly bewitching and kissable ocean pink lips
Let me feel your unutterably intense and dreamy electricity
Keen, mean, and deep irresistibility
Comprehensively aesthetic and majestic

The air is bursting with your fragrant-filled finesse
The intensifying heat of universally impassioned masculinity
Enraptures and overpowers me
Beckons me to your stellar slick splendiferousness
Your sweet infectious grabbers grasp
My incomparable and delicious cream pies
My ripe, juicy, and orblike peaks

Lead me deep into your highly gratifying wildness
Electrify me with your enticing mountain blue eyes
Appetizing, biteable, and desirous sky pink lips
High-test velvet hot boy, I am so obsessed with
Your fantabulously crafted majesty
Enclasped in your splashiness
All the sweetest and sexiest heat I need in my life
John Prophet Mar 2023
Unscrupulous.
Since arriving
they’ve  been
here.
Maneuvering.
Plotting.
Pushing
for
control.
Using­
available
tools.
The ends
justified
means.
Modernity
no different.
Tools very
different.
Unlike
ever
before.
Eyes
wide open
narratives
pouring
in.
Face
grabbers
firmly in
place.
Mind
alternation.
Insidious
control.
Unscrupulous
in the
cloud.
Ultimate
high ground.
Travis Green Sep 2022
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
On black ground Pennsylvania coal miners obey admiralty laws for
hidden within the walls of malls lives a Roman deity of ***** *****
Upon hallowed plots Pennsylvania's ministers praise common laws
but far below the stalls in malls are 666 patron saints of ***** *****
Above ground coal miners obey admiralty laws but underground in
masonical halls mit dolls are U.M.W.'s patriotically-red cruel claws
Parkinson's hypokinetical rigid syndrome pulls Linda Ronstadt free
to fire hospice ovens on diesel fuel, polystyrene & tinder constantly
Since hefty Linda's condition was mildly diagnosed as syndromical
she's maintained a stiff upper lip for farting at crap deemed comical
'cause Hershey Highway-ridin' Jerry Brown ******* hetero-erotical
like the time **** Jerry Brown **** behaved vaguely hetero-erotical
like when queer-praisin' Jerry Brown **** schtupped hetero-erotical
like the night unwiped-*** Jerry Brown **** ****** hetero-erotical
like the time raunchy **** Jerry Brown **** ****** hetero-erotical
like when queer-baiting Jerry Brown **** schtupped hetero-erotical
like the time tricky-**** Jerry Brown **** schtupped hetero-erotical
for ***** enemas made Bill McKinley's state more cryptographical
from a bad case of diarrhea that trotted towards the nympholeptical
in sing-along songs longer than over-done operas overtly operatical
that somehow draw parallels that ain't Manson Family congenerical
I hurled puke as churlish, Polynesical squaws vomited spoken lines
from monkeyhood to manhood via monkeyshines for broken spines
Sue wouldn't mistake my army boot for a tennis shoe nor repeat the
Ted Bundy snafu: I love you & want to bury you, I mean marry you
Bad train derailments are too common where an icy rail jogs whilst
Alaskan searchers can't find Earl Warren Commission's Hale Boggs
whose airplane crashed 'cause he didn't like cereals called Kellogg's
Special K that constipates whales so as to stiffen inner whale clogs,
intestinal obstructions & Nile fever among thoroughbred male dogs
& grade-A Cornish CX meat kings, Wagyū cows & large, pale hogs
that forage like Pinoys through rancid garbage & gnaw on trail logs
in a drunken torpor, stupefied from cheap-skate, Cebu bar ale grogs
served by Turkic, skinny-dipping gals in whom a red-love well sogs
as the aura of heaven brightens & clarifies, the haziness of hell fogs
& toxifies quagmires & streams killin' mountain toads & vale frogs
in a world that forced Joan Crawford to fight tough guy & gal trogs
wainwrights know hubs'll spin freely for folks who do not nail cogs
down while steadily puking egg triumphant nogs over egg fail nogs
My bones are big, metabolism is slow & prostate is retention-proof
on this structurally-sound, adequately-trussed, high-suspension roof
After a busy Sabbath-mistaken Sunday I beheld lunar-dead monday
like would a college student slaughtered by electrocuted Ted Bundy
in the presence of a priest diseased from a Loredo beet-red-nun date
America worships the highest-rankin' Catholic like an unfed prelate
who howls Bud Abbott rabid & acts more dumber than **** Cavett
whose attenuatin' emotions are their strangest in bakers' bun classes
beyond the old-dirt-road remissions of a patsy in fakers' sun glasses
among true adherents & sad congregants poking Quakers' fun *****
while disseminatin' heresy to gun-grabbers at the pope's gun masses
like heretic John Pope had at Bull Run's Second Battle of Manassas
Travis Green Mar 2023
Luscious vision of loveliness
Glorious source of pleasure to behold
Hunky honeycomb-yellow honey
Groovy sultry cruiser
I wish to slip into his brazen sweet-flavored dreams
And have a ball with his paramount and dangerous hotness

Rock with his unfathomable assertive structure
Bask in my active dazzling splash
His sparklingly brilliant and magnetic presence
Feel his energetic, impressive masculineness surround me
Lead me deep into his stunning room
Of blooming and soothing pulchritude

Allow me to lay beside his entireness
Place my hands against his large and hot pecs
Caress his flat smooth abdomen
Kiss his perfectly hairy armpits
Massage his flawless arched shoulders
Slither my feelers all over his dreamy sweet neck

Lick his clean-cut chin, taste his devilish **** lips
Tantalize his exquisite ears
Rub his wavy scintillating hair
Grasp the firm surface of his fantastically enrapturing back
Let my grabbers creep and squeeze
His tight out of sight backside

Embrace the invincible strength
Of his gleaming and teeming manliness
Rich, dark-haired, and charismatic treasure
I check out his bright butterscotch brown eyes
Where I find myself in such sublime bliss
Meandering aimlessly in the great exhilarating waves
Of his ****** entrancing tastiness

His hot-off-the-fire swagger enraptures me so
He makes my emotions take wing
To grand enchanted dreamlands
Taste every part of his prominent top-drawer suaveness
Let my queerness swirl around his commendable chakras
Slide into his time and space

Allow him to divide and conquer my hot chocolate world
Make me his prized passionate property
Get me bodied, charged up, and sauced up
Be my ungovernable robust plug
Be the toxic hot stuff that gets me turnt the **** up

Be my badass rapturous Zaddy
Capture my imagination, leave me in a state of disorientation
Take me away, make me ache for him for days on end
Let me relax into the magically mantastic magnificence
Of his fervent earth-shattering paradise

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