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Matt Hollinshead Mar 2013
The sand within this holy hourglass does record the unrequested gift.
  Mankind’s mortality contained within transparent boundaries
that fool fresh minds with the fancies of freedom and yet,
like the sand, force us all towards a similar fate.

As Newton’s law prevails I contemplate:
those futures forever out of reach,
isolated by that invisible divide.
Our purpose predetermined.

We only live once,
no more.
Once:
soon to be no more.

Can I fall through the floor?
Can I ascend when tables turn?
Can I escape through fractures made?
Can I exist forever in the space in-between?

My cries are inaudible through the glass unseen.
I hear the gentle waves of home – white sandy beaches.
My younger years sink into the haunting heap of my history:
incontestable like the gravity that fuels this wholly natural process.
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!
The Original Conjuring Cat—
(There can be no doubt about that).
Please listen to me and don’t scoff. All his
Inventions are off his own bat.
There’s no such Cat in the metropolis;
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing suprising illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
At prestidigitation
And at legerdemain
He’ll defy examination
And deceive you again.
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees’ Conjuring Turn.
Presto!
Away we go!
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he’s only hunting for mice.
He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced—
You have seen it one moment, and then it is gawn!
But you’ll find it next week lying out on the lawn.

And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

His manner is vague and aloof,
You would think there was nobody shyer—
But his voice has been heard on the roof
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he’s sometimes been heard by the fire
When he was about on the roof—
(At least we all heard that somebody purred)
Which is incontestable proof
Of his singular magical powers:
And I have known the family to call
Him in from the garden for hours,
While he was asleep in the hall.
And not long ago this phenomenal Cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
And we all said: OH!
Well I never!
Did you ever
Know a Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
paodje Aug 2013
i remember the temperate souls more than the sun
new faces hiding old friends
eager for fun and so kind

what are the words for this beautiful iteration
this reminder of childhood's unquestioned joy?
i too seek incontestable delight
trusting and guiltless

the only life is happiness
the only happiness is gratitude
i have seen myself in a thousand gentle mirrors
my heart is light and knows the way
I. centipede:
-
They come from both directions and it doesn't take long
for me to realize that they've figured me out.
My mind was fast, but not as swift as the hands
of five-hundred outreaching hands; one angry crowd.
Grabbing at limbs, low and high, they don't waste a second
before tearing me in every direction; at least the cardinal four.
My mind takes flight, leaves fancy, but not before
I get in one last swear, and one last spittle in their faces.

II. snake
-
Tail and head aren't in sync this morning, I tell ya.
No rattle, no bite, just a lot of traffic and heat shimmers
in the one place I don't need to be today.
The people here act like they don't know me,
but they still turn their noses up when I empty my mug.
The waitress answers when spoken to,
but just stares in the time in between wheezing breaths.
I've got to get out of this county, this state.

III. scorpion
-
Ronny hasn't been on a roof since a couple years after we got married.
He wrapped his ankle in some gutters and took a spill;
his thigh popped right out of it's socket and he just dangled
like some kind of prize in one of those crane games.
Doctor says he can still have kids, and I know he can still get it up
from how he watches that ****** **** on t.v.
But he wont touch me; hasn't in fifteen months, I've counted.
He's in for a surprise once the settlement clears.

IV. lizard
-
Wallflowers never get anywhere with their mouths sewn shut
and I cut my stitches well before my teens;
I got what I needed and I made sure of it.
But there is something to be gained from
basking in the naivety of youth and ignorance.
Trouble doesn't set in as well, and boredom comes
as some kind of waiting period, rather than the norm.
These bars are a reminder of why they don't let me make the rules.

V. toad
-
Invulnerable, incontestable, unphasable, archetype.
I listen for the right words to drop the shields,
but I'm only met with the silence that accompanies
asphyxiation through means of wet wax paper.
The touch of phantoms tingle along my skeleton's core
telling me the time for lollygagging has long since passed.
Stand up, giant, you're running hot and the moon
keeps calling out, "follow the lit road home".
tlp
RA Oct 2016
I love you. This is an incontestable fact. You talk about how you want a real, strong connection with me, one where we talk a lot and are involved in each others lives, and I want to cry. Because I never thought I would hear you say that so bluntly, because I didn't think I was that important to you, because as capable as I am of giving and receiving love from so many people, you will always be special. I absolutely believe there are people we meet that are meant for us. As best friends, as guardians, as lovers, as the homes we build. I don't know which you are yet. I know what I want you to be- I can hardly see past what I want you to be, when half of my heart is still jagged and sobbing and in your unknowing hands. But I love you enough that if you would have me as a friend, I would smile a smile of porcelain shards that look like perfect white teeth to make you happy. I would dance the dance I've learned of the masks, letting you see my face but not enough to see me. I would sit next to you, and you would be the sweetest, sharpest thing my heart could hold, and I would hold you all the same.
Because I love you. That is my incontestable fact.
I had to word dump.

10:30 PM
October 25, 2016
Sajdah Baraka Dec 2012
I don't want anything ordinary.
I want an indisputable, unquestionable, irrefutable, and incontestable love.

I want to be above any ordinary relationship
without assumptions and arguments about who is she and what is this?

I don't want to have to doubt what we have and what we've made exist.
I  just wanna be happy that we've gotten this far.

I don't want to search and lurk for trouble.
I wanna look into your eyes and know that whatever our result is, it's **** sure worth it.
I don't want to be uncertain.

I want to know what trust is.

I want to know that this is where you choose to be under any circumstance and in any situation.
I want to be the number one choice.

But forget number one because theres no type of list.
Me. . . us, this is it.

I want you to forget about everyone of the past.
I want you to only feel this.
I want you to let go of the "was" and "had" and "loved" and let every word you speak be present tense.

I want this to be it.
I want you to live in the moment.
Every song I hear I can't think of anyone else to compare or relate to my emotions.

Not even if I tried,
because once you came into my life you activated my tunnel vision.
You stole my heart without permission.
And I'm not complaining.

As long as you're here to save it,
from any lack of contentment or lack of commitment cause its too weak to take it.
I want you to step into my shoes and look through my eyes.

I want to love you with a passionate aggression.
To feel mutual dependence and feel no need to seek another companion.  
For you are the only option.

For you are my main topic.
These poems would have no substance.
The base of each of my discussions.
I want a love that's never reluctant.

Beneficial without being unnecessarily public.
You next to me is a compliment.
I want you and I want this.
uranus Sep 2014
i.
She abstracts me from thinking in correspondence.

The symbiosis between us is an ilk drawn by oblivion and distaste.
My intellectual property in fact has been decocted by the thud of her voice, uninfluenced of her literal aphorism.
Her whimsicality disproves my goal of escape disproportionately, leading to an incontestable emotion.

My useless trickery disintegrates and I succumb un-admittedly.

She is the symphony to any verbal effect, the rhyme to an attempted haiku.
She is the immaterial love that brings me disruption and unprepared musings.

sapphic girl Feb 2015
Dearest oh nathaniel,

what's that i hear?

when dusk cloaks the infinite shade of dark blue

spilling out of your wavering frown

a cuss word?

no it's

a whimper, a merciful

cry for help.



it starts out small,

not like baby steps - in fact, far from it

it's gargantuan like that giant from that fairy tale

that you yearn to reside in

and it crescendos into a melancholy howl

just like the werewolves in

little red riding hood.



under the shadows of your abode

inside the head full of numbers

all red ink ;  no pity

leering and lashing like corrected mistakes

from those animals

who solely came for the bread.



let me extricate you

no sweetie i won't fold you

to fit into a rabbit hole

you're not alice most definitely

you are already a minuscule caricature

the ones i doodle on my foolscap pad during maths

with bigger objectives and a yellow brick road

full of life

much animated than the

musical numbers

i sing in your ear

when you're

dozing off in chemistry

your crooked nose peeking out from underneath your folded arms

twitching at the notes strung together with lines of amusement and pure merriment

dearest oh nathaniel, you don't resemble Pinnochio.



instead i'll urge you to wear that glass slipper

slip it on quick and

leave a vestige

of gingerbread crumbs

that is

ineradicable and incontestable

like your heart

pure and gold

not from all those lessons in church

but from those involuntary explorations

into the never-ending sky.



and your tirades about

this school and society

that kaleidoscope in your eyes

unravelling like Rapunzel's locks

to form that opinionated you

they're part of

our counter attacks

on the Indian Ocean

all ephemeral

no aftertaste

of distaste

for it's peppered with

jest and zest.



our midnight discussions about feminism

and the women who fought in wars

they extol you from heaven

for your open-minded sentiment

they might say to me

in a hushed, demure tone

that he's like the pea

the princess eventually

found

concealed amongst

perpetuated mattresses.



the ugly duckling

did spin into ethereal

as time is of the essence

so don't compare yourself against

your friends

gymming isn't even a word

sprawled upon

online dictionaries

dearest oh nathaniel, i don't have to thumb through the dictionaries

to know that you're oh-so wrong.



desist from the self-inflicted loathe

it doesn't pain me

for i'll still love

you

unconditionally

but for the sake of your sanity

halt all the macabre,

grim, gore

and

ghoul.



dearest oh nathaniel,

your smile is a

sworn clandestine

evoking a swoon

and a creak from my

rusty knees

a poignant mess

enmeshed into

a human manifestation

of super novas

amalgamated together

hypnotizing me into

deep slumber

without the ***** of a

sewing needle.



let me sweep all those

poor lies

and false hopes

unlike Aladdin's

under a magic carpet

and try to lift the corners

of your mouth skyward

however i'm no

puppeteer and i don't see

no strings attached

so my endeavours

may be futile

but your laugh

jesus christ

it resonates on a tenfold

with the metal songs

buzzing out of your earpieces

that resonate deeply

with that

"cold heart"

that you claim

to be

yours

and i hold on to

it like dear life,

dearest oh nathaniel.



dearest oh nathaniel,

for you shall see

that

decampment isn't

the easy way out

because the

emblem of

you

will be scattered

around the

asphalt

frisking and skittish.



like what i've

said

i won't fold you to fit into

my pocket

neither will i

drop you into

the sea

i am that lighthouse

stationary

though

luminous in

the falling mist

and

rising fog.



dearest oh nathaniel,

what is that i hear?

no it's certainly

not a merciful

cry for help.



it's not a

battle cry

or a

symphony

dearest oh nathaniel, don't be a fool.



it's you

unabridged

in sheer

rapture.



dearest oh nathaniel,

i'm talking to you.

**| dearest oh nathaniel - m.m |
[ you'll never know]
Olivia Kent Sep 2013
Look at love.
All it brings.
Through a double sided mirror.
Browse reflections of what could have been.
A dithyramb of doubt.
Without a choir of untamed angels.
Bowing down in synchronicity.

Image diverted through the soul of the bearer.
Donation from the wearer of mortal pain.
Sword in hands .
Soul is sliced by angels' touch.
A promise of melting from the ***.
Enticed by he who seeks advice.
Given freedom at hissed request.
The hiss is there the snake is not.

No dealings with badness.
Divest of garments.
Which cover the whole soul.
Petrified as driftwood.
Jetsam.
Discarded on the lonely shore.
Incontestable love.
Incurious woman.
Blithe spirit.
In solo party.
Witch waits in the wings.
Blessed in serenity till war is over!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
China Marie May 2013
So deeply interlocked in your love
Trying to escape the whims of realities
Racing up the wrath to your heart
Trying to find out where the key to my soul fits
Love so potent
Incontestable
The thought of you leaving cuts more than the deepest dirtiest blades known to man
Addiction can be the sickest form of love
No drug can overpower loves rage
I want to get the best of you while love takes whats left of me.
Nat Lipstadt May 2014
The Realized thinks:

flesh and the blood demands
you spew your stuff in me,
deny me nothing
even as I am sleep full,
thy cravings grow fuller, not fewer
craven not I,
to demand my satisfaction in the
rendering of yours

for you are of my flesh eaten
for you are of my blood tasted
tho the universe placed a spatial divide,
an atmosphere tween our celestial bodies,
t'is a temporary condition,
you are but moon slivered,
man half if not just quartered,
less than whole,
when disjointed and not inside
the incontestable undivided me of us

the Other Seductress
easy teases with adagios and pinprick words,
offering lifelong immortality  -
words like fish in nets,
loaves of bread,
that will
fill souls with insight long after
the physic man's grave site location forgotten

your muse, she bemuses:

I can make
you come and
make you
go
multiples of multiples nightly,
ripping your word seeds from your body
the pleasure insane, your mind enflamed
even now in the air above this planet your earth,
I am your mile high and river deep,
you belong to me and spill the verbal deeds,
your art is mastery more than
any physical sweating
of blood and sweat or tears


the other laughs and counterclaims
that all that is promised is but a mere secondary
derivative of who you are when you
whisper excitedly I love you
and this belongs
to me and no other!
where is your immortality better scribed
when your issue is woven in the tissue
of two, for you are only one when realized
your self conception nightly reborn in me

it is I that feeds your eyes,
your vision delights in me and thereby
you give birth to the art that makes
Who You Are
who you are,
for all clear all unconfused when
your soul stiffens and a single truth
are your emboldened by, and that
truth is real and is my temple
where carnal is incarnate
and you reincarnated in every way

the long haired and ever young muse
in ire arises and finger pointing a j'accuse,
says I am your eternity, the self same
that you existence demands be satisfied

only I, only I,
can provide the living will
that will exclude the black and the worm of ignominy,
place your time shopped physicality
in a state of perfect preserved beauty,
I am the mother of thy art,
the if of thy futured existence proofed,
I, thy future and the
***** that makes you beg
more, more and gives the birthing to all
your multiplicities,
never questioning, receiving all,
the good, the bad, the psalm, the ditty, the prayer,
loving best the most
ordinary


*whom did he choose
whom does he choose,
whom will he choose,
the tenses answer all
and in all, lies the answer
On the descent into LaGuardia
Travis Green Jun 2022
I want to rock
With your milky hot body
So thrilling and sensuous
The keenest and most intimate treasure
Pure and unfailing splendor

I yearn to lapse
Into ******* rapture
Wander in your heartland
Awash with red-hot ardor
Hijack my thoughts and feelings
Dominate my gayness

Take me into the deepest depths
Within your sleek sexiness
Where I can mesh
With your majesty
Revel in your relishable
Incontestable delectableness
Reece Jul 2014
The idea of making love to her
- or to simply watch her smile/laugh
- or to hear a solemn gasp of morning air
   when the dun sun creeps through the blinds of our room
- or the idea of spending just an hour in a thrift store with her
- or a car ride with her
- perhaps a midnight walk or trip to Walmart with her

is only a fleeting notion of the incontestable bounds of the human soul
and the all encompassing adoration I (personally me) have for her (actually you).
These weird disconnected nights are leaving me sleepless in wonder, as to how we fit
and when you smoke to escape some inscrutable sadness it leaves me cold and lonesome as the endless drone from the [I don't know where]
but and so, I'll sit or lay with you
and think of you
and confess to you
that I am madly devoted to you

In ways that transcend physical bounds
(a spiritual lust)
I want to embrace your aura
to kiss your soul and be warmed not by the summer heat but by the radiant glow of your incredible mind, as you read self-help books in some dark corner of a library weeping but only internally; as the facade you guard stays raised like so many bridges for passing ships into the harbour of eternal truth
You lay asleep in the room we share,
after that night, we barely remember
I am still of utter despair

The truth is I crave you,
I wish I could prove
But honestly I'm afraid to,
even make the first move
grey grey grey Mar 2017
“those who suffer know the struggle”*

I am a broken tinker crying inside,
tending  to other people’s wounds
and letting mine open wide.

I cram my woes into  crowded mounds
then I sit on top of them, guilty and tired.

I feed upon the clamor of the sick,
and I thrive by making a living out of it.
My shoulders are for tears and for generous treats
my words are reserved for those in need.

I spend my days fixing people up real good in no time,
willing them to bellow their suppressed sighs.
And  though I might seem incontestable and bright,
good god, I’ve lost all my faith I once had inside.

Yet, I still dream about the day when everything turns around,
When somebody will hear the quiet sound of my shouts,
someone to do me the things I want be done for me
someone to whisper me what I used to say for people’s bliss.
And maybe it’s sad but it’s comforting to admit-
that I only stay alive just to wait for this to happen to me.

In the meantime, I walk as a tinker with a dying mind,
I feel as free as a man ****** by his own kind.
When i say ‘it’s fine, you’ll get better you’ll see’
what I really want to say is that
I just pray you don’t end up like me.
Big Virge Jul 2017
Ya Know .....

It Truly is ... INCREDIBLE ... !!!

The Effect of seeing a ... " FlexibLe " ...
WOMAN ... who is ... " ****** " ... !!!!!!!!!

By This ... I mean ...
She's ... Credible ...
cos' her mind's ... BEYOND .........................................................

A ... Vegetable ...
with A ***' ... that's Far From ................................... Spherical ........ !!!

STRONG and ... FIRM ... !!!
cos' she makes it ... Work ...
in ways ... " Most girls " ...
Now Choose ... to ... shirk .........................................

Especially in ...
Those ... " Maturing " ... years ...

Where ... Staying Thin ...
Demands ... Shifting ... gears ...
and ... Exercising ... !!!!! ...

I met a girl ... Today ...
who made me ... Feel This Way ... !!!

We've Met .... Before ...
but it's ...... been a .......................................... while .................

You ... Know The Score ....
Kinda' like ... Her Style ... !?!

Got her ... " Digits " ...
WITHOUT ... Blinking ... !!!

Could this be where ... ?
Incredible ... Dares ...
to start to ... Share ...
What it is ... to ... Find ...
someone who ... Binds ...
with you ... for ... LIFE ... !!?!!

An INCREDIBLE ... Thing ... !!!
Like ... " Chance Meetings " ... ???

That ... make you think ....

" How Crazy is this ?!? "

Time will ... TELL .....................................

But it's ... " Tenable " ... ?!?
cos' our timing seemed ...

.... IMPECCABLE .... !!!!!!!!

But .... Moving on ......
WITHOUT ... Love Songs ... !!!

It's INCREDIBLE ... How ...
These words ... Expound ... !?!

Because of ... " Something ' ...
that could be ... Nothing ...

Yeah .....
The Mind's ... INCREDIBLE ... !!!
when thoughts become ... PLENTIFUL ...
and you "EMBRACE" ... Your ... Mental ...
in ways ... NOT ... Detrimental ... !!! ...

It's ... " Almost like " ...
A ... " Stencil " ...

Enabling us to ...
.... " Pencil " ....

Our Next Move and ...
... " Assemble " ...

A way to ...
Groove and REVEL ... !!!
As if you'd won ...
A ... Medal ... !!! ...

This verse is ... Existential ...
or just ... " Experimental " ... ???

Like ....
" New Techniques of " ... Dental ...

Involving ...

" New " ... Utensils ... !!!

This verse has ... " Rhyme Potential " ..
to earn myself ... " Credentials " ...
Instrumental and ... ESSENTIAL ... !!!!!
in showing just how ... SPECIAL ...

The use of words ... CAN BE ... !?!

Incredible ... INDEED ... !!!

Through use of ... " Poetry " ...

" Professional " ... " Exceptional " ...
Contextual ... " Collectibles " ...

Commendable ... " Indelible " ...
Credible ... and ... " Seminal " ...

You just wait and .... See ... !!!

Delectable ... Digestable ...
and Legible ... to Read ...

Prophetical ............................. ?

" Maybe " ......... ?!?

when speaking ...
About ... " Scenes " ..............................

Accesible in .... " Dreams " ....

Dreams of ... " Future Themes ............................

That change how ... " We Now Be " ...

REPREHENSIBLE ... INFLEXIBLE ... !!!

Susceptible ....
to ... GREED ... !!!!!

and acts Defined as  ... TERRIBLE ... !!!!!!

By ... Hypocrites Mostly ... !!!

The .....
" Electable " ... INTELLECTUALS ...

CONTEMPTIBLE ...
I Believe ... !!!!!! ...

Whose ... " Sentinels " ...
Directional ....
Points to .... Facilities ...

CORRECTIONAL ... " Man PLEASE !!! " ....

Their ... " Receptacles " ...
NEED ... " Medical " ...

So that ....
They can ... Receive ...

A ... " Congressional " ... REPRIEVE ... !!!

FREE OF ............................................................."Fal­lacies" ...... !!!!!

" Recessional " ... and Decimal.
According to ... " MP's " ... !?!

and Leaders .... INTERNATIONAL ...
Who Claim to be ... " Quite Rational " ...
when sending ...  " EXPENDABLE " ... Teams ... !!!
to make SPECTACLES ... Overseas ... !!! ...

Fit For ... " Flatscreen TV's " ... !!!
or YES ... for ... " Movie Screens " ... !!!!!

That Line ... would seem ... ?
to be a ... Connectable Seam ...
to some ... " Expendables 3 " ... !!!

But Before ... I end ...
This ..... Festival .....

of wordplay ... " Intertextual " ...

Has this been ... " Hypothetical " ... ?
or what's called ... Existential ... ?!?

Well ...
What It's ... NOT ...

Is ... ****** ... !!!!!

because it's from ... " My Mental " ...
and a meeting ... " Incidental " ..............................

That ...
Somehow got ... CEREBRAL ...

" Poetic and " ...
Quite Regal ...

Exhibiting to ... People ...

How my ... UNQUENCHABLE ...
THIRST ... is ... Exceptional ... !!!

for verse that's ..... Credible ....
Respectable and ... SENSIBLE ... !!!

But NOT THIS WORD ...... !!!!!!

... " Lamentable " ... !!!

YES It's ... " Intellectual " ...

Comprehensible and ... Connectable ...
because it flows like .... Ventricles ........................................................

It also is ... Commendable ...
and ... I'd say ... INCONTESTABLE ... !!!!!

When saying ....

" It's Incredible "
Just having some fun with words after being inspired, like the poem says, by a woman out jogging in the sun, by the Caribbean Sea .....
Travis Green Sep 2023
I treasure his incontestable infectious finesse
Find transcendent bliss in being with him
Mesmerized by his unbridled masculine aggression
Engage deeply in the magnificence
Of his intensely shimmering masculinity

Craving to stroke his robust build soothingly
Kiss his built pecs, lick his dominant biceps
Desirous eyes like a forest gem that commands attention
A chiseled face that has me in a high-energy trance
I have a huge crush on him

Marvel at him like the unvanquishable triumphant sun
How he has me overflowing with happiness
So passionate about his splashiness
His machoness roams in my thoughts
He turns me inside out

Puts a spell on me when he watches me
Show me the whopping power
Of his crash-hot astonishing marvelousness
I find constant comfort in his commanding presence
He is like a vibrant romantic composition
That brings life to my system

I am glued to his pulchritude
Completely swallowed up by his dopeness
I am smitten by his sensual kisses
Smelling so divine, shining brightly
Like towering, mind-blowing mountains
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)

e'er since his birth,
     his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
     concrete incontestable product

     constituting biological offspring  
     developing, fashioning,
     and incubating gene nee us,
     he unwittingly didst create

encoded whence he got conceived
     approximately begat circa
     July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth

     two thousand and eighteen
     cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,

how a series of fortunate events
     commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
     (at that time, yet to pledge her troth)

     accepting storied handsome fellow,
     whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber    
     (definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
     until death do them part)

     unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
     and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper

     gladly, gleefully, and glibly
     held her steadfast
     thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
     she vehemently did hate

and fiercely fought tooth and nail
     (unimaginable to me,
     thee sole son), how
     agonizingly bitterly clearly irate

such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
     cleft by malicious, nefarious,
     and opprobrious tongue

no heroic measures,
     only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
     where grief rung

every last ounce,
     though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
     round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
     still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere

obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
     in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine

     aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
     berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!
La pendule, sonnant minuit,
Ironiquement nous engage
A nous rappeler quel usage
Nous fîmes du jour qui s'enfuit :
- Aujourd'hui, date fatidique,
Vendredi, treize, nous avons,
Malgré tout ce que nous savons,
Mené le train d'un hérétique ;

Nous avons blasphémé Jésus,
Des Dieux le plus incontestable !
Comme un parasite à la table
De quelque monstrueux Crésus,
Nous avons, pour plaire à la brute,
Digne vassale des Démons,
Insulté ce que nous aimons
Et flatté ce qui nous rebute ;

Contristé, servile bourreau
Le faible qu'à tort on méprise ;
Salué l'énorme Bêtise,
La Bêtise au front de taureau ;
Baisé la stupide Matière
Avec grande dévotion,
Et de la putréfaction
Béni la blafarde lumière ;

Enfin, nous avons, pour noyer
Le vertige dans le délire,
Nous, prêtre orgueilleux de la Lyre,
Dont la gloire est de déployer
L'ivresse des choses funèbres,
Bu sans soif et mangé sans faim !...
- Vite soufflons la lampe, afin
De nous cacher dans les ténèbres !
In a lost paradise where the sea shrinks with feminine conscience, compassionate flashes are ratified in each groove and I calculate footage, this previous present attracts the magnanimous representation of the lightning emission of its speech representing itself where the queen judges the king Consummatum Est, with little difference from culinary art and its very dense genre. Here is the carious aspect of the bluish faskéloma or exasperating of the paws that move the occasional ones in sub-vibrations softening in the shiny mark of the sessile columns in consistency of its weak receptive propagation and masculine science, lacking what prospers with moist regulars of flashes that are cooling from their imbibition. With thousandths of his enchanted parasitizing and prior ego I wonder afterwards not far from a Para-Celestial and sacrilegious lore of Lochnith; Who, what and where would have been able to support such or such, rising on the beams and girders that make a whole for an inaccurate Menthe, going to the arcane of the seventh external love with clear magenta lights, on rounded ultraviolet reliefs, here is where everything lulls from the adverb Eleusis, seething with a consonant flight that suffocates in spite of a Pseudo Vernarthian, where it will go without any exception disrupting the courses of hesitation, leaving no more the divine portent and going back to the loaded Cibatus or barley in northwests that flatten ultra winter, mowed down to its glacial bluish water discharge in unequal thickening of fast secrets with thirds of vox with bordering called in pair of trios, and symbolic of a reborn flashed subsoil of a lifetime swollen in its low course and ministerial occultation that isolates itself on Patmos. The skies were beaten where nothing germinates from dreams waiting for thousands of those like me with acute senses of the Anthesterion, or of March taking me towards an enigma not posed even if it is not clarified yet not resigning from love or smelling in the singular uni-lunar desolate with venerable fulminations and inquinas of the branch of the bakchoi, which was whistled by an Aulós that was remade generic when restarting fasting from a day rebuked and repaid in the emaciated Cibatus. Such light grasses were polarizing prohijadas when recovering from resounding beginnings of the rhizomatous aromatic nuance, and from super life machined from the metallic oscillation of the fires and rites ruined in the aromatic arthrophagous of Lochnith, nauseating at night in flowing enigma and gramineous rictus, intermingling while he longed for the ritual and his graceful plumes in feasts that honored his Canephores transferring mead towards the bakchoi psychic adept revealing himself from the masculine to the feminine in aqueous positive bed and supra negative redemption, which was fading into sharp matter attended while the world was created that they would live with more than forty stratagems, seeing themselves praised before their eminent Truth. Myself…being its own tyranny…, which erects whoever classifies it sacramental, and notices the squalid lack of control of its barbarism flash when I still pursue the darkness of my purge that is falling even without finding where to do it, falling however from its end and of guilty thunderous glances..., what more public decree do I wish, for more rituals that you have close to you when feeling sharp minorities of its aftertaste although in double life and night your memory continues to spy on whoever denatures you from the paganism of Lochnith, more than a proselyte , plus that a lien conceived in dethroned galleys of homeland and fusca haze. Meanwhile, quantities of Omphalos from the ego micro center are distancing themselves from mine, my faded lost throne hallucinates lost knowing that it is a probable sculpted flash subject to the gleaning of the Cibatus in fraction of the cereal ritual, and of sanctified illumination with tableares that have to dwell all the times that they revive from the vivid purple red, and from the debtor clairvoyant mystery sky that is reviving in the revealed luminescence that throws it in ornate nickels and acidic rattles at midnight falling on a positive particle devoid of yours returning to mine, and preparing for the flashing praise that pigeonholes him from his crippled fallacious and previous theory suggested after favors by not being reconverted. Lochnith capitulate capitulation suffers from glare towards her beloved, placing his phalanges on circular and angular waves on the virtual milky river of Eleusis caressing her face and glare from her. “I, Lochnith, was on the cliff with my Canephor Aerse, near his Athenian paternal landlord, I was going to say goodbye to myself and carelessness, not being able to see myself in the reflection of the water separated from my ego, knowing that Aerse would not choose me, much less to my abandoned superior.

In Keri on the Island of Zakynthos, I synchronized the fall of Aeschylus in Leucas, which perhaps without my local would offend me by reputation and snoop on cliffside suicides that only see nascent effigies of the bakchoi as a potion for serials of life and cities of the incongruous dramatic space , where its tragedy and antithesis do not fit in the basket carried by my priestess Aerse. I am flying over the structures of the acropolis, not yielding as a deity who prophesies where there is no room for the world in which she and I can inhabit. Lochnith, jumped after her as she was falling down the frontispiece of the cape..., She watched him as he fell..., forbidding to skew him from his gestures and get close to her so as not to fall where the wind is more docile and free, intervening with pashkein inclination or entangling them of the vipers and rims of the heroic hair in a condition of evanescent reckless touch against her suitor, trapping her from the Omphalus that she had tied to her neck transferred from brilliant didactics before a puerile boxing of vicissitudes, and spring flower shops next to the flayed serpents of Persephone and Kashmar floating on the Lilies of Aerse. Prey to the escarpments and cliffs, she remained possessed among the sedimentary dolomites that emanated near her veins before plunging down the steep side in over cascading prayers for her, always knowing that he would love her on a singular base of enchantments while he looked smiling before fall yielded In the end, forty-one seconds she was thrown off the cliff..., Lochnith passes from one end to the other the Omphalus of her neck by a lofty plume ready for love, imagining herself in the midlands of a ruthless positive affection of the mysterious flashing Eleusino, and by the divided ***** that took them as they fell into a splendid world with serials and images of Aerse, tied to the prehensile sacrifice and the cold hand of Lochnith, together as they fell between their subconscious selves, becoming heaped and vivid as something plunged towards them fleetingly, knowing that he I was going to survive him.

Lochnith's gleam was northwest of Athens once lost in the scrupulousness of a pagan polis and cult that kept docked in the sands to find her on the cliffs of the acropolis, where they had lost each other after two thousand years since they Theodosius abolished by decree the rituals of Eleusis. With revulsion and unprecedented insight, Aerse remained a recluse with excessive eagerness to self-eliminate, possessing for both the due imagination that he had possessed of the devoid neckline of the omphallus causing the inclination of the avalanche and their bodies towards where they supposedly would land on the divine and Dionysian path which leads to the eschatological of Vernarth's Diokitis. Apparently they were leaving as a result of an immortal Vernarthian existential catastrophe or decline, at the same time of a rhythmic alkaloid hemlock with its Achene that carried them for any pretense by being triggered towards the meeting with Persephone without her or he knowing why to fester at Eleusinos as Lochnith and Aerse in a single concentric whole, and quantum beings of the octagonal by the straight or transversal line that slipped into the hypotenuse at the instant that they were conceived implicitly as they took him from relapses when he went towards Aerse, after winding up from his conclave Hypomorphic writing and Magna Mater Misterica. Under the established power of his ministerial, the redemption that went in adjoining the ins and outs was consigned to resurface from the subgenre, and from himself procreating exultation with the analogs of Vernarth that were prolonged in excremental purges and disagreements of the cult of what should be twisted in the ****** of the magnetic genre and of positive tendency that would be eternalized after the cessation of the active decrees by Theodosius. Eminently Aerse suffered on some semi-dead watery slabs next to Vernarth, she remained after the agreement to centralize what irradiated her humanly as semi-Itheoi from a reinforced gender that was cohesive in retrograde worship to achieve pre-flowering in all the springs of the world, where they could be seen together with Persephone in the finnis that was distanced ultra terrestrial towards a dowry of profusion and disproportionate wealth, not being categorized as a mystery rather as an unknown of a super method of rummaging in the lanterns where no reflection of Aerse could to be found by Lochnith after getting lost in the polychrome figures of the acrotera, lying in watery nitrosities on the escarpment of the cliff. Physiology will influence Eleusis with systematic naturalness for the active hydrogenated elements, and of such unknown prebiotics or phyto-estrogens where remnants of the great sepulcher of humanity are manifested, as it is found to rise from the true hecatomb of July with a hundred halters arranged with foreign beings towards the oasis of transition. The little will of the annals will multiply in millennia of obscurantism, taking him in transit to a more exciting late management by harassing the search for Aerse in a clear mystery already in the jaws of a clamoring night by the reefs of Demeter for those who know about Persephone! even being with the inventive fallacy of a addicted spirit in correlation to the rite and its lineage. Every night that he convalesces, he will look sleepless with the servile promise of divinity from a vision that fades from the winepress and the Boedromion party, moving from the born ****** position of a hierophant towards the mold that dies and that does not renew itself from Boedromia itself. The representation of Aerse was reflected with transfused majolica and Eleusinian threads when she was seen walking from the beginning floating remotely in the meadows of the knoll, from which the cyclical anagram of the lost cliff rises when it separates from its Adonis being able to expose them in mythological treachery and transcended from epic truth to be related to the treaty between Zeus, Hades and Demeter for the rescue of Persephone after being dented from the beginning of the arcana that sprouted from a distorted symptomatology. She aerse carried the flayed serpents even on her body as if she should look for them in an omnipotent volatile gray so that it would come out by itself and be unguarded by her gone eyes, witnessing secrets and resting in anarchy from where there is not and will not be. Archon or governor What a mesmerizing problem is improvised from second after third that provoke astonishment to see him in the course that he could not have of his cursed detection! Aerse was beginning as a curious Canephore, he came to meet his ephebes Lochnith after excessive self-inferred hypotheses by following him at her command detailing the Kykeon that paled her psychotropically from a discarded and mineral exhibition, of which she would be devoured by the numinous portent of the Mashiach with his Sunday appearance or concerning the numen manifested with the eternal powers in front of the hieratic presence of the man who looked at her paternally, with a crass profile like a Damian Hessian drawing them in, plotting in a colossal fascinating stealth. Here she wraps him up but does not approach him and falls, lost in love, such a Faustus dilemma, granting herself at the initiation of the portal of the twelve lunar months in Eleusis, with immutable years and origins where they will bounce to meet in childhood that made them known as Aerse and Lochnith . Here in the greatest trance of life, both would begin to overcome all the twists and turns of the gestated gloom that separated them due to the shaken annoyance and confusion still divergent in sediments of runoff and bark oscillations that emerged from the unevenness of the acropolis, until a meeting in the amazing light and divine libertarian of two tendernesses, and martyrdoms that purely push them back towards a new end of the muddy gleam in a found paradise where the sea unfolds by male consciousness and is ratified mercifully in each flash of the striated. They will meet again in similar attachments divided by the fluctuating one who unmasks the one who drives him away with his dominant ******, and ill-advised caudal space seducing the contiguous public and private astral bodies that have never been coarse or dissimilar in ablution or sacraments of gods the pagans, everywhere nor whatever its fragmented remains by the gullies and ravines of the Kêphisos. After the remnants in politics, the desolate serpents of Aerse flowed down the river, as a link section that declared itself from an initial that was an evident flash that enveloped them as a cardinal canon with bucolic politics in all the nearby regions. Athenians, after the vertiginous regressive parapsychology like an Eleusino flahsback or Anadromí sto Parelthón Eleusia, with the visualizations of Aerse and Lochnith when they follow each other through the learned induction of feedback that was arranged in the inclinations of both, refining their morphological bastimento for the purpose of instituting them as articulators of the evocation of the millennia. Prophecies were reported from the 8th century BC. with ends, and interprocesses of the eternal in the unknown mystery that began to be clarified with the reinvented personality of the amendment of Life and Expiration experienced with Lochnith of the month of Boedromia, fleeing from a federated Polis that would be unified to a substantial dimension and of sacred Eleusinian space with brand new warmongering for the culminations of being incorporated into the Hexagonal Primogeniture integrated in this way in the indissoluble ephemeris of foundation and hegemony of the Megaron or Opisthodomos of Patmos. This is thanks to the beaten serpents that were nesting the reanimates of the question with subterfuges that make the widths of inter-pairs prevail, which are consolidated as a reality of session and space, agreeing on the defeated parapsychological memory or future in the economy of two resignation blocks of the repealed Sacred Space, in consensus of the beams of the Vernarth Military Command forging from the beating sacralized ***** that cultly intensified from its mysterious nature and territorial domesticity to come from the attracted Agoras that were repositioning themselves with the metaphysical agents that they will be restored in the polis with the scope of furrowing in a civic action induced towards someone who virtually recognizes him in the purge of the exclaimed strangers. More ardent passion was added to receive them even being wary of further mutations vibrated with the Faskéloma, or exasperating that moves the tint of the occasional vibrations, similar to the tendencies of the Sacred Space of Gethsemane, with the disastrous passing of the aqueous levels of the Kêphisos, which it would mean the presumptive ordinal of unreal historical worlds. The parapsychology of space was absorbed with torched quadrilaterals that were hanging from the invoked meditation, they were lying on futile folders and anodyne Aerse molecules, which were still welcomed by the magical exposed extra-corporeal substances that were deduced as they were experiencing unprecedented transit preserved of the eccentric deconcentrated radio of the refurbished of the spectral chromatic. The precipitated mental field dared to invade boldly towards another unheard-of generator that dissipated between Aerse and Eurydice coming near the Coasts of Patmos, coming from hypothetical planes that flow for their definitive moderated unions. The static refluxes bounced in simultaneity of bilocation of the Eleusinian exordia that were exorbitating each other with the rollers that were uncrossing the corporeal margins that concelebrated the quantum crankshaft, and the fibrous distinction that was teleporting the rescue rituals unforeseen astrological

Lochnith says: “in the proximity of the mortuary reality there will be no hesitation outside of our body and geodesy of our lost zafral or of lives in transit sub or supra quantum, obsessing in the eyes of erudition and unknowns, while our contraption self-obstructs with our electromagnetic sensory interactions paraphrasing in the convoluted distance and residues of related-metaphysical electros that are reconverted into the appearance of a premonition” The ligation of the arteries of Cephisus carried the emanations of Lochnith to love him in a healing act suspended with beings devoid of physicality, on the way to specters and healings of a perverse, to repair his extra-corporeal suffering confined to those who condescend to the androecium and gynoecium as a unit of mental physical motor gender, at the instant of the exacerbated and ectoplasmic world regulated by means of the Vernarth regression that was going lowering your blood pressure, increasing your red blood cells side effect rivers intertwined with Eurydice and Aerse in the opening Othon, directed at Vernarth's outcomes that came in the bow of the super-aqueous ship with some fabrics from the ship's stowage directing the speculative and autonomous advance that was already dispersing in the waves. Dead cells of the right Lynothorax,  A savvy military mancomunal became syncretic with Lochnith, he was determined to continue reinstalling us in his white blood cells that rose when it was already dawn on the shores of independent Skalá, and in the circled cohorts of Phalanxes and Psiloi that accompanied him in minutes that seemed millennia, all succumbing to the physical dismay of the underlying necrosanct and telepathic prayer that took place at the dawn of parapsychology trances cysts of recovery that descended on them in pure novel regenerative membranes, persé of merciful acts that became thick in the flashes when freezing from the weightless rays of the ultraviolet, which was separating between Sóma and Gnómi or corporal opinion that was joining synthetic networks with indefinite emissaries and receptors, subsequent bodies of the Bachkoi chemist, already deficient for a compensatory universe and varieties that were taking shape in a disintegrated emotional quantum world. Each time the bodies were reinserting themselves into the full unknown and subjective material, the concrete material united in the network with each other as a single force was transforming into the greatest passion and sparkle among their own, reinstalling themselves in the Super Egos.

In the Latest Minute Dogmate according to the rictus mortis thesis, the globules would move like a big explosion interacting with everything, so starting everything from the beginning of nothing to the indivisible with optional digits of coincidence or inseparable digitized, such a phenomenon of meekness of aligning times were massified with the probability of finding them in the vestige of real anomalous presences that occurred millions of light years ago. Aerse replies: “My admiration, the sparkle has a measure of astral body in reason of the vigor that underlies reiterated expiation and measurable virtuosity in its perfection of semblance p and corporal providence, inquired of being transformed far from disaffection rather than a continuous healing . The smallest and most coherent in the fabulous Griffins will join my clairvoyant and component with the ballast of his final game, not reflective of another who can measure or predict him for an undivided being. But I am already here, and I am your infinite…, I no longer know of other bad illusions of trying to separate myself from this life of what Eleusis is, perhaps a cosmic coarse that is and was in all time that passes speculatively, for this flash that is reflects whether it pales visible or not, I hope it will be compact on our intertwined attachments”
As living organisms, various life methods will be postulated as an initiative in the announced Big Bang, for the profit of those who are real close and real logotypes of resonant neuroscience as a daring that will influence the progeny, for ****** volumes, exonerations of bearers experiences and evolutionary lives of the emitter outside of an ignored Parthenon, since the gender of the world is also associated with random ambiguities from anode to cathode, positive-negative towards a Hellenic parallelism of roots in life dressed with lasting vernacular inheritances. Much of Lochnith's electro-dermal conglomerate was in full congruence with retrograde Eleusian parapsychology propagating from Vernarth's Invisible Eclectic Portal, which was nebulously teleported down the Kêphisos River with saprophytic living organisms acknowledging it in indigenous originality. of the species of reborn Vernarth, and super regulation of the euphemism and mysterious underworld below their protocols.

Revelations of the mental-material, made reluctance and support of the estrangement of inviolate perceptions, precognitions, telepathies and premonition, which debuted in this intrepid adventure intuiting in perpetuity with the sensory corridors and interferences of a reality of body in an explosive world incontestable. Lochnith, was already in possession of a hypnotic mental reincarnation formula in the form of neuroscience vessels close to scarecrows of expiration, allocating the subsequent locks of an enlightened decency of the ethereal sleepy baggage and the oracular review. The more we experience the laws that explain his prodigies, the more our perspective of media and complete fiction will increase in something that begins to be typical of the laurel of a true slowed-down ******-kinetic process. Within the curvature and the dim light that remained in the Lochtian days, normality returned to them after this long epitome in the parapsychological biosphere, and the intriguing contemplation and even mischievous tenuity of idea that can die suddenly, after self-incubate in the intangible coexisting passage and medication rupture of lived art with alien morbid beings. For a character archetype, it is only known that reaping is consuming capital from the disruption of a non-profit loss and its incontrovertible paranormal, which is paranormal and parapsychological from the plane of posterity of life, which will be an act of peaceful coexistence in playful spirits, compensating for seclusion in the vaults of an involutionary dramatic past, if its material or monad (spiritual) is not dissected in the cosmic train of perception of unfolding, and of the concept of purging energy that goes out of its way in its seventh heaven. The hypnosis of death and purgation to whoever requires it in the convoy of their conscience continues to be a tiny unruly space that transports us physically, reverting to minimums that are neutralized in alien foundlings. From an aedicule depository to an empty body that is neither independent nor from the lord who claims it (V.g. aedicule of José de Arimatea). The impersonal voices that officiated at the ritual of Eleusis were heard far beyond those who could hear them merely with memorable spaced therapies, recording themselves in interspersed layers of sounds and imprecise electroacoustics in the serial of an alarming complex frequency of the regenerative stumble in an organism of Continuous movement. Everything spreads in bends of abstraction that revives those who promote the perfection of marigolds like buttercups that they wear in the clothing of the Canephores like Aerse, but soulful and latent ephemeral of the ethereal alchemical entitative of ignored molecules. Lochnith says: “My submission heals, it no longer maintains being far from who represents it and where it comes from, I know that its remains in me do not reason, clarifying more my journey towards the crown and vilifications of a nascent humanity that mourns me, and that does not recognizes by rebelling in my desires to attract him"
the sky closes in vermilion digression and you inquire that they should answer for the silence of confusion in the parapsychological aqueducts of Athens with Patmos. The organization of the Sacred Space starts with the bizarre totemic quantum by sacred paths, Megarons, fictitious hunting places, double surrounding lunar ring, curves of virtual walls, Propylaea to embrace the Vernarthian enigma and finally the Telesterion that received Vernarth with a naked torso that perched in front of Aerse and Lochnith, looking at them towards the futuristic survival with five digits in a quarter of the waning of his right hand containing the small coat of Betelgeuse and the Pleiades in inklings of the umpteenth apocalyptic Megaron of Patmos. Scrupulosity as an Electro-Eleusian placebo effect, went alone, dismissing itself in the singular of a Templar niche and towards a Megaró-Omega Telesterion for catechized who endowed themselves with super-resident halos and litters of priesthoods that fled in terror from the Aerse-Lochnith fusion, prior to each rudeness and their contours swearing eternal exaltation and idealism, to be reconverted into individuals saved and votive to love each other with third parties, escaping from small frames that still did not hold up from the ecumenical mess.
Lochnith Eleusis Quantum
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
time to fill the "holes": as||the||words||come||with||these||sort||insertion||points.

rich­ard rojcewicz translated the original
german, mind you:
this book costs over £30.00 if bought
in mint condition...

"psychology" in the sense of "projection" of everything onto "lived experience" has grasped contemporary humanity with such completeness that only | the step into the transformation of humanity can still suffice to survey the entire omnipotence of "lived experience". the "biological" way of thinking not only fails to break this sovereignty of "psychology" but even strengthens it by making it cruder and all the more available to everyone. thi way of thinking also shifts all "work" into the atmosphere of the exudation from peoples and personages. every presupposition for the possibility of the effectuation of an actual work disappears thereby - for a work indeed precisely effectuates - if it is effective - a displacement into the wholly other space it itself grounds. *but all lived experience is antagonistic to such displacement and even to the claim in favor of it
. "lived experience" appeals tacitly to "the" certain "life", the one that is certain of itself and of its incontestable measures and regions. and in relation to all this, what is more "actual" than such "life", which today takes good care that people are enthralled by it? the exalting of "life" to "all-encompassing life: ["alllebeb"] is at once arbitrary and thoughtless. nietzsche shows how disastrous this exaltation can become, nietzsche who is as far removed from biologism as| his biological physiological way of thinking, in its manner of expression, seems to confirm the opposite.

   (page 307, indiana university press, 2016, first edition,
     published in german, 2014,
      martin heidegger - gesamtausgabe 94:
        überlegungen ii-vi (schwarze hefte 1931 - 1938)


one hand holding a book,
the other "typing" like any near to be retired
general practitioner might use a computer:
crow-pecking rather than typing...

what i originally extracted from this passage
escapes me, now...
but i can attest to some sort of vague
extraction of an unaltered original
extraction -

   people these days, speak of a certain
type of, infallible zenith -
   all the arguments seem infallible for
a certain proportion of people:
esp. those that don't goof around with
"ridiculous" propositions...
  mighty annoying crap...
               and yes, certain argumentations
are not available to everyone,
   harder to find a decent carpenter in western
europe, than it is to find a makeshift tent
of gamers, and "rebel"... sorry...
"original" atheists...
   ******* can't even commit the original sin...
whatever the hell that is...
  but it's in plain sight when these *******
start yapping, and slurping
        whizzed doughnut mush with a handful
of m & ms: for zee, added crunch...
  
  and yes, that also implies a "certain" life
when reshaped into revision of the rereading
approach on the musing...
  i think i applied the misnomer aphorism to these
extracts, i'm more than certain that i have...
i don't like the aphoristic certainty principle -
where it is and must, be, dogmatically a truth,
a worthwhile observation...
   come to think of it:
  
   the more disorientating a piece of writing is,
the more engaging it becomes,
for there are no formal rules, only informalities
that satiate, if there is no real beginning,
as there is no real end,
     it's the middle that answers -
and to be honest, the more disorientating a piece
of writing is, the less the chance of
tedium, a bit like being bit by a poisonous spider:
you start gesticulating the "ability"
to weave a psychedelic web of sporadic interests...

most of the time: i'd prefer for most aphorisms
to tell me a lie, than tell me the truth:
so i can engage in an experiment that allows
me to reveal the truth: and see
eye-to-eye, naked, thanks to an observation
falsified...
   no, you see, the idea of falsification of a truth
is to allow people to see: eye-to-eye,
to make their own mind, to allow the spontaneous
spark, a gratitude of instinctive curiosity,
sharpness of wit...
        otherwise we're just left with
regurgitation, maxim regurgitation, cloning,
   general boredom, and being gently lullabied
into a gentle slumber...
         a safety... take truth to be a pouncing
leopard, rather than a prancing pony.
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago

hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief

he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)

invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,

deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions

commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,

butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal

impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"

recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb

firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding

immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Travis Green Dec 2022
I hunger for your incredible incontestable hunkiness
To rumple my jungle, make me mumble
While you crumble my voluptuousness
Guzzle down my lovable nuzzleable construction
Cause me to shudder and stumble
As you chuckle and compel my nerve cells

Propel your pleasure pumping muscle
Deep in my soft, luscious muffin
Knock me for a loop, mister lewd rude coup
Stretch me out, work it out, cause me to shout
Arouse me, surprise me, wow me

Pulverize my tight enticing playground
Shock my thoughts and feelings
Give me a million thrilling hits
Of blazing hot slamming straightness
Lock me up in your slammer

Enamor the grammar that rolls off my tongue
While you tease me with your smooth, youthful lips
Cause me to shiver as you deliver
Your formidable gripping heat into my system
Inscribe your name on my domain

Don’t play around when you pound my town
When you introduce me to your high-profile game
I want you to make me give it up, beat it up, eat it up
Rough me up cold-bloodedly
Show me what it means to be in love
With a dangerous flaming gangsta

Cause me to scream and cling to your large
And immensely powerful hands
Young and scented dream fiend
I wanna be lost in your steamy screaming sensualness
Feel my body tremble as you kindle my senses

Make me woozy with your smooth groovy *****
Make you hooked on my curvy blooming beauty
Passionate debonair Daddy
You are so magical and unforgettable
You know how to get it cracking with your crashing attraction
Strapped with black swagged-out magic

Breezy freezy sweetness
You got me saluting your consuming
And flourishing pulchritude
Finding exquisite and speechless delight
In the rarest wondrous kryptonite

Keen supreme excellency
I feel your sheer fierce masculinity
Creeping in my secret sweet spot
The more you bend me over
And mack with my idyllic artistic masterpiece

Smell me like sumptuous bubblegum
Sip on my delectableness
Like a Hennessy orange blast
Put me in your jail cell
And slam your inspiringly juicy snake
Deeper in my wetness of pleasure

Make me embrace your hypnotic raw flow
The way you rock me
With your hottest crash-hot moves
Display your robustly seductive attitude
Kiss and lick my lush, lustrous curves

Immerse me in your provocatively prominent rapture
Light me up like a burning blunt
Make my body vibrate
While you celebrate your victory over me
And ******* your mouth-watering man gravy
All over my sensational salt shaker
Travis Green Sep 2022
Take me down like the boys in blue
Shake down my framework
Place me in a state of mystification
The more you gaze at my open soulful space
Make my headspace so cranked up
Strongly in great need of your engagingness
Your flaming unbounded delight
Insane high-profile game

Your machoness in the raw
Has me impossibly enthralled
Remarkably mad dope showiness
Your smoking noteworthiness is unconquered
Lush deluxe muscle, hunka scrumptious gunman
Unfuckwithable fluidity of movement
I have an intensely strong yearning
For your poetically pleasing immersiveness

A sweet tooth for your coolness
To feel your heavenly confection melt in my mouth
Feel your monstrous truculent thunder
Let you strip me of my saneness
Render me ****** and drunk
Wrapped up in your indefatigable rareness
Stranded in artistical aesthetic ecstasy
Imaginative and thrilling **** boy

You are a dreamy, undefined paradise
Bursting with extraordinary sparkling charm
Undiminished authentic supremeness
I bow down to your ruthless and stupid long *******
I cover the sweet, responsive surface
With frothy, hot, and thick spit
Lick it from the side, show you how
I idolize your virileness

How it smells so refreshing
In the roadway of my cakehole
Heavy hypnotic vienna sausage
I will do anything for your hardness
Play by your absolute brutal rules
Let you vanquish my mouth
Make my throat go crazy for your smoke

******* it and choke on it consistently
Take you to a divine and astounding wonderland
Feed me your incontestable velvet heat
Pull out all the stops to pleasure
Your indefectible lekker flex
Glaze my face with your hunky junk milk
As I smile excitably, bound to your glistening regal beauty
Travis Green Dec 2023
His top-notch macho romancer
Makes me float more than ever
His incontestable, delectable majesticness arrests me
I crave for him to caress and possess me
Wrap his rock-hard arms around me

Feel his masculine power
His fiery, passionate love
Feel our bodies rub against one another
Marvel at his remarkable muscles
Clutch his luscious ****
His strongly built thighs

Express my deepest emotions to him
Kiss his sweet, irresistible lips
His ****, silken ****** hair
Gaze into his amorous brown eyes
Such a divine masterpiece
That moves and enthuses me
That has me within his custody

He has me in awe of his compelling charm
His mind-blowing, muscle-bound form
He exudes indisputable coolness
Soothes me like no other man can do
Makes me crave to create
Stimulating music with him

Lay my head on his chest
Bathe in his macho fragrance
Revel in his awe-evoking presence
Call him my radiant, robust hot stuff
My groovy toothsome lover man
He is the sweetest, yummiest treasure
Beyond measure that I savor forever and a day
Travis Green Dec 2023
Every time I see him
I can’t help but crave
His amorous energy
Gape at his **** ****** hair
His extraordinary eyes

Bask in his masculine
Physical features
Marvel at his broad chest
Rub his incontestable biceps
Inspect and finesse me

Give myself to him
For him to take care of me
Massage me everywhere
Eat me up, beat my love tunnel up
Do it right; satisfy me tonight

Overpower me with his flexing sexiness
Spread my legs
Treasure my vessel
Embrace me, cater to me
Make me drool as he peruses me

Feel his hot rod throb in my stomach
So caught up in his awesome sauce
The way he devours my entire being
Spanks my *** hard
Keeps me highly *****

Drunk in love
Makes me beg for more
Tear my *** up
Give me pleasure
Make me feel each stroke
As his thick pole goes deeper inside me

Make me tremble
Kiss me sensually
Command my entire being
Stretch me out completely
With his humongous love muscle

Keep me in awe
Of his astonishing chocolateness
As he elevates to an unparalleled state of arousal
And sprays his tasty man milk
All over my shapely *****
Travis Green Jun 2023
Amaze me, blaze me, take me
Captivate me, confisicate me
Play with my bodacious cakes
Chain me, excite me, tame me
Devour me, overpower me, spank me

Put me in a trance as I bow down
To his untouchable rugged strength
Marvel at his oiled-up rock-hard pecs
Hunky abs, impressive biceps
So delectably dopacetic
So exceptionally eclectic

I love his muscled hands all over my structure
Take charge, spark my world
As I cherish the firmness of his immersiveness
My luscious hot-blooded lover man
My lewd, rude boy, he wets his fingers

Drives it deep in me, rubs his super hot **** head
All over my entrance of wet dreams
Macks with my mouth
Showers me with his sweetness
Rakes his fingernails up and down my back

Fondles my swinging *******
Strokes my swollen pole
Presses and caresses his against mine
Scribes his striking words all over me
Meshes his flesh against me

Got me so in heat as I witness his slickness
Trapped in his powerful hurricane
Of hypnotically heart-stopping passion
He could do whatever he likes to me
And I will concede to him

Let him manhandle my man hole
Run his hung succulent gun deep within me
**** up my guts, make me so drugged up
So lovestruck by his rugged seductive thugness
His masculineness has me so hella rapt
And jacked up, so daft about
His masterfully mesmerizing manhood

He is like an alcoholic whirlwind
Surrounding my existence
Making me so hungry for his hardness
So **** badass and sizzling hot as ****
I can’t control my emotions

Need to feel his anaconda **** pumping me nonstop
Feel his spit in my hole, his fingers deep in me
Love me deeply, astonish and punish me
Eat my hole, let me feel his sweet thick tongue swirl in me
Make me moan more as he explores my hotness

Tells me how much he loves my hole
Make me soar, conquer my core
Hear his sweet nothings in my ear
So beguiled by his body language
So dumbstruck by his physical fitness

The way he pushes deeper into me
Taunts my thoughts and feelings
Moves his hands all over me
Calls me his rarest incomparable masterpiece
His incontestable treasurable heavenliness

He makes me hot, takes me apart
Makes me feel the softest I have ever been
Fall into his picturesquely statuesque world
Of mad hot staggering attraction
Such marvy hardy strength

I lapse into his super sensational masculineness
Feeling him destroy me with his thick joystick
Relish the wicked rhythm of his slickness
His strongly sculpted body all over mine
He makes me escape into myriad galaxies
Of his formidably impressive splashiness

To feel him dominate my wetness
Let his titillators snake all around my waistline
Make me push my saucy cakes back
On his supreme king-size snake
Make me call out his name

I see the most massive enigmatic stars
When he holds me in his titanic tempting arms
Apply pressure on my homosexualness
Attack my crash-hot *** cheeks
Ram me hard as ****
Rise to the hottest blissful ******
And ******* his hella milky machoness
In my hypnotically dope hole
Travis Green Aug 2022
Ravish me, super smashing and sweaty Daddy
Be my everlasting pleasurable passion
Take me downtown in your unquantifiable
Underground man cave
Let me venerate your contagiously defined muscles

Feel your heart-stirring storming seduction
Let your hotness pierce through my beguiling sunshine paradise
Devour my magical psychedelic rainbow
Lick me like a sweet luscious lollipop
****** my crash-hot red-hot softness

Sink me into your nastiest lecherous dreams
Speak to me sexually, ****** me effortlessly
Make me linger in lust, drunk on your hunkalicious thuggishness
Endlessly entranced by your manfulness
Nothing else parallels with your freshalicious finessing funk
A bomb, full-bodied, and sparkling prodigy

You make me so superheated and speechless
So deep in my treasured mesmerizing ocean
Your divinely spellbinding prowess hypnotizes me
Makes me so raddled, enwrapped in your arresting
Perplexing incredibleness, with your infectious heavy pumper

I love how you govern my lush searing galaxy
Make me fall deeper into the wettest wicked fantasies
The compelling smell of delectable honeyed fragrance
Streams all around me, makes me lose myself
In your impassioned world, fierce eternal thunder

Tremendous echoing dopeness
Whirling earthly immersiveness
Take possession of my homosexualness
Take me downtown, throw me in jail
****** my moist magic box
Guard my femininity, feel my hot pool of passion
In my smashing satin center

I want to watch your heavy hairy chest move
Dark rock-solid maple brown biceps
Impressive incontestable heavenliness
Arouse me, my dreamy premier peer
Deconstruct my curvy saucy structure

Tether me to intensely irresistible bewitchingness
Plunge deep into my wetness
Give it to me so strong, so unbelievably reckless
Make my vessel erupt in sizzling passionate bliss
Travis Green Nov 2023
His super-hot long ****
Brings me colossal enjoyment
Charms me to the core
Makes me love him more
Explore him in all his glory

Revel in his impeccable presence
Check out how it swells
And derails my concentration
Takes my breath away
With the way he strokes
His love muscle of crushing devastation

With a striking sky-high build
Strong chocolate thighs
Long charming legs
Bite his lips
Admire his thickness

Blow my mind
Ignite my fire
Deprive me of speech
Make me weak in the knees
With the way he slaps
His slick shaft in his palm
Has me lost in thought

Trapped in his awesome sauce
Such an assertive stare
Thighs opened wide
****, he runs through my mind
Jackin’ and smoking
Glowing and flashy as ****

His pole hangs so long
He has me so hung up
On his ruggedly gangbuster thugness
Makes me spontaneously combust
The more I lust for his tough stuff
His suckable *******

My mad hot mandingo maestro
My unstoppable, rock-solid charmer
He excites my senses
Has me fenced in by his dreamy supremeness
Makes me wanna eat him up
Like silky finger-licking chicken
Like pecan banana bread

Smell his ****, incontestable manliness
All over my delectable chestnut-brown flesh
Arrest and finesse me, astound and impress me
Shake it in my face, dominate me
With his action-filling glistening swizzle stick

**** it vigorously, turn up the volume of his moans
Make me punchy as a *******
Lit up with love, mad crushing on a ****
As he busts a monster nut
That makes me hunger to swallow it all
And fall under his thrall
Travis Green Aug 2022
It’s the perfection of your seductive, passionate architecture
That lures me nearer to your sheer blissful masculinity
Rapt and reverent enchantment, deep, glorious hotness
Coursing through my veins the more I breathe in your divineness
Infinite soft charm, magically expressive virility

I melt into your edgy, compelling melody fraught
With rich, lyrical, and pleasing ecstasy
Indescribable beguiling bad boy, I adore your artistic ardency
The incontestable intellectual knowledge you bring to my mind
Superlicious succulent dream thugness

You are a marvelously charming and vice-royal museum
Teeming with boundless astounding wonder
Your enchantingness enhances my expanse
Your tender loving seduction has me lovestruck
So utterly stuck on your monstrously towering framework
Poetical and imaginative immaculateness
I honor your crash-hot hypnotic art
Affixed with appellation Boyce Brandon Harris,
who helped beget thyself and mine two siblings,
and equally out of the question
to avoid remembering our (said) papa
with advent of father's day 2021.

Averse toward crass commercialization
purportedly touting the hardy laurels
regarding male parental figure(s)
allowing, enabling and providing
unconditional kudos to each and every
virile, retractile, and ******
opportunistic marriageable goodfella
poised to strike twenty four seven
three hundred sixty five days per anum.

Though less personal than celebrating
anniversary of birth
said modification acknowledging
universal acknowledgement of daddy
once accorded as
stereotypical "bread winner"
touted all across the Earth
buzzfeeding countless cooing mouths
linkedin whose gesticulating
baby fingers and toes
animated with mirth.

Special occasions accentuating
family in general or parent in particular
unleash floodgates of sorrow
demarcating onset of initial grief
(October 7th, 2020
regarding death of beloved father),
yet these unexpected melancholy bursts
punctuating the absence of
dad also generate
instances for original
poetic/ literary creativity
or reference (albeit self plagiarism)

Boyce Brandon Harris – Bright Brooklyn Bruiser
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929).

E'er since birth,
his daring didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
concrete incontestable product
constituting biological offspring
developing, fashioning,
and incubating chromosomal gene nee us,
he unwittingly didst create

encoded whence he got conceived
approximately begat circa
July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth

two thousand and eighteen
cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,
how a series of fortunate events
commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
(at that time, yet to pledge her troth)

accepting storied handsome fellow,
whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber
(definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
until death do them part)
unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper

gladly, gleefully, and glibly
held her steadfast
thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
she vehemently did hate
and fiercely fought tooth and nail
(unimaginable to me,
thee sole son), how
agonizingly bitterly clearly irate

such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
cleft by malicious, nefarious,
and opprobrious tongue
no heroic measures, only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
where grief rung

every last ounce,
though thru each passing year
thy mum gone seventeen orbitz
round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere
obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
in which to steer the prow
of his four score and eleven
aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit didst wow!
Travis Green Dec 2023
His mad hot awesome sauce
Makes me wanna rock with him all night long
Taste his sweet, desirable existence
Embrace his super solid structure
Marvel at his sparkling hotness

Smell his ****** attractiveness
His robust muscles, his sleek, sculpted chest
His badass biceps, his firm rear
His masculineness is so magical
And incomparable to me

His splashiness arouses me
Gives me a hella hot hard-on
Derails my concentration
Makes me surrender to the
Enormous force of his monster man meat

Big chocolate *****
That makes me fall head over heels
In love with his incontestable incredibleness
He conquers my wholeness
Makes me float in the immenseness
Of his super-eminent dreaminess

Have wicked wet dreams of him
That makes me cling to him
Love on his magnetic manliness
Make me tingle as his tongue
Mingles with my intimate parts

Spark my heart and soul
Let me be a slave to his machoness
His poetry in motion
Under his control
So transfixed by his irresistibly
Charming exquisiteness
No don (except me)
doth trumpet within the aborted
barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm,
I annexed courtesy manifest destiny,
which peoples now inhabiting said jurisdiction
circumscribed by following coordinates -
Latitude: 40° 16' 22.20" N
Longitude: -75° 29' 29.39" W
and for better or worse

must abide by decrees
promulgation declared today May 21st, 2024,
whence Poet of Perkiomen Valley
issues proclamation,
regarding any living person
paying blind obedience
lest posse comitatus act enforced
otherwise Herr Harris
will bring to fore active duty personnel

to "execute the laws";
however, there be disagreement
over whether this language
may apply to troops used
in an advisory, support, disaster response,
or other homeland defense role,
as opposed to domestic law enforcement
to challenge aforesaid claims
which forthwith ownership of said territory

foremost allows, enables and provides
yours truly to enact legislation,
and especially restitution of comstock act
predicated upon due diligence
guaranteeing appropriation
of all and every rights affecting
master and slave
linkedin with said domain.

Welcome to the dictatorship
(er rather presidency)
of Putin diehard adherent.

Matter of fact, a favorite author of mine
crafted the following words of inspiration,
which evocation will help shed figurative light
on caricatures of terror reign as forty fifth president
targeted by political cartoonists,
but struggled to come up with an image that sticks.

In october 2016, Vanity Fair
made a video of four of its cartoonists—
Edward Sorel, Steve Brodner,
Philip Burke, and Robert Risko—
drawing Donald Trump.

They clearly enjoyed themselves,
exploring every aspect of his physique:
 his “girth,” the fact that
“there’s so much of him” (Burke);
the hair that “essentially closely a beret
flipped forward on his head” (Risko);
the eyes that show “greed, disdain” (Burke);
the “marvelously rat like” nose (Brodner);
the mouth a “sphincter muscle” (Risko);
the “******” look (Sorel);
the ****** features that resemble
“**** holes in the snow” (Brodner).

And now? How have artists and cartoonists
dealt with Trump since he became president?
We’ve seen cartoons of the orange
potus smooching Vladimir Putin
and groping the Statue of Liberty.
We’ve seen him drawn (by Barry Blitt
in The New Yorker) as a fat-assed golfer
driving ***** into the White House.
We’ve seen him caricatured (by Pat Oliphant

for The Nib) as a preening SS officer
being heiled by Steve Bannon.
We’ve seen him portrayed
(by Signe Wilkinson of the Philadelphia
Daily News) linking arms
with a Confederate and a ****.
We’ve seen him depicted
(by Mike Luckovich
of The Atlanta Journal-Constitution)

as Jabba the Hutt, holding Lady Liberty in chains.
We’ve seen him represented (by Matt Wuerker
in Politico) as a kook in a straitjacket.
We’ve seen him rendered
(by Ann Telnaes of The Washington Post)
as a red-faced fathead sitting
on the toilet while he plots
to pull out of the Paris climate accord.

Putin (also fell prey
to his fair share of cartoonists)
not only as Vlad the Impaler reincarnate
(a notion in mind of at least one writer),
but also various and sundry other manifestations.

The self styled ruthless ****
classified as a voivode
(prince) of Wallachia
(part of modern Romania).

Surrounded by enemies
that included the Hungarians,
the Ottomans, his younger brother,
and Walachian nobility,
Vlad employed extremely
cruel gruesome measures
to inspire fear in those
who opposed him.

He earned his nickname
by impaling his enemies on stakes.

No argument Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin
equals and invariably
will outrank Vlad the Impaler
the second son of Vlad Dracul
who became ruler of Wallachia in 1436.

Impossible mission to comprehend
propensity exhibiting characteristics
linkedin as impish, hellish, ghoulish... fiend
whereby pathological pretensions
besotted (punch drunk with delight)
to incinerate, eradicate, annihilate,
essentially to deplorably,
heinously, loathingly... interblend
all manner of atrocious, deleterious,
insidious, opprobrious, vicious... lend
ding his own vainglorious
trademark to offend
**** sapiens who strive toward
repairing ruptures versus to rend
usurpation of life, liberty
and continuity of civilization to upend.

Worst nightmare scenario
unfolding before our collective eyes
Ukraine suffers blitzkrieg
Russian soldiers devastatingly
carpet bomb major metropolitan areas
civilian population suffers
major loss of innocent lives
linkedin with accompanied
psychological fallout, especially affecting
babies, children and youth.

All commands issued by autocratic monster
probably housed within secure bunker,
meanwhile countless thousands
or millions of battle fatigued people hunker
among ruins gingerly negotiating
their way thru rubble analogous to spelunker.

Though yours truly removed (think physically),
where chaos and pandemonium
run amuck and terror unruly,
overt rampant upheaval plagues
long established generations of Slavic peoples,
this commonplace American
experiences vicarious grief,
when tragedy viewed online
and/or television heart wrenching images
also evoke anger being
linkedin to most abominable, horrible,
reprehensible, creatures
that roamed the terrestrial firm
since time immemorial.

Major war crimes against humanity
necessitate urgent punishment,
if in fact such a global entity exists
to condemn and convict the incontestable tyrant,
yet never in the annals of twenty first century
geopolitical webbed zeitgeist
did self anointed sovereign
access nuclear weapons
to obliterate fellow Earthlings.
Travis Green Jan 19
He was smooth brown sugar
In my mouth and throat
Magical dopeness
Grandiose allure
Heavenly hotness
Beefed-up physique

He made me weak
Riveted my attention
Gave me a wild, intoxicating high
Had me in an exhilarating trance
Entranced me, romanced me

Flexed for me
Enmeshed me in his
Web of incontestable sexiness
He made my head spin
Had me gandering at him
His moist, gorgeous lips
His beaming white smile

Tall, tatted up, and macho as ****
I was so lovestruck by his thugness
So dangerously in love with him
Felt his sensual energy
The way he moved me

Enthused me, soothed me
Ruled me with his coolness
Had me drooling like a *******
Grooving on his superliciousness
Glued to his pulchritude
Hooked on his aggressive attitude
Travis Green Feb 2023
His hairy splashy masterpiece is
Bursting at the seams with quintessential
Incomprehensible inventiveness
His action-packed attention-grabbing pecs are
The hottest hypnotic wonderment
That enthralls my wholeness
That makes me behold his ***** suckable machoness

Such seductive strokable dopeness
Banging hot abs, unrivaled tatted biceps
I wanna relax in his gratifying and smashing mantasticness
Where my hands rest on his sensuous sinewy thighs
Where my expressive fetching eyes

Check out his vicious prodigious pipe
Hankering for a bite of his man-sized enticing delight
Put it in my mouth, let his rock-solid **** head
Coalesce with my throat
Choke on his bold smoking showstopper

Let him conquer my rainbow globe
Showcase his hard-hitting and thrilling slickness
Embrace the moistness of his gloriousness
Savor the sensationalness of his rude family jewels
Dancing on the surface of my tongue

Be bound to his astounding high-powered manliness
My impressive incontestable handsomeness
I wanna be in the depths of his magical unfathomable abyss
Treasure his sleek, oiled form
Let my flawless glossy lips dominate his virile veined pipe

Hold it hostage, feel it throb, make him extra hot
Show him that I am in it to win it
To feel the wholeness of his showiness
Streaming through my bloodstream
Feel his vigorous appealing supremeness overpowering me

My lordly five-star kryptonite
I wanna be all over his laudable saucy ***
Delight in his lustrous lovable treats
Let him see how dickmatized I am
How badly he enraptures me so

I submit to his legit lit ****
**** him more and more
Explore his mighty and most sublime kingdom
Of divine supernatural passion
Gag on his staggering savageness

Cause my jaws to become sore
The more I enjoy his lurid muscular alluringness
He makes me so soft on his mucho macho pulchritude
His smooth rude boy attitude
Groovy booming coolness that moves me

I give him swell head, caress his most excellent reverent legs
Let him witness my wicked sweetness
Let him feed me his hugeness
And exude his lewd dude fuel
Everywhere on my ecstatic face

— The End —