"inline" poems
A musical trance seance under control by the hand of a shadow
A "Du hast" to a "Loco" To a "beautiful people"
A fraction of symphony, Sent by the gods of rock
Spiderweb rooms an corridor covered with the entrance to darkness set in place with danger light's, Strobe lights, an a fog machine set on auto
A haunted feel to a shack left cold an abandoned.
Equipped with superior beings and extended solo's of 6 string guitar's along with drum's and distorted bass guitar, setting the rhythm for our soul's,Feeding threw 4 large kickers.
This shadow was me
Venom
Decorated in crow face paint, Along with black attire to match my attitude
People came and went and came again
Supporting my and there craving for sublime sound
But one, the one, my goddess, my angel of death came to my dwelling, she came with a message
To indulge in my love
But also to give me a message of misery
To break me free of this chaotic world i was fixed in, with a bite to my fingertip the purified pressure was on
She wore the same colors as I
Only more dragged inline's
More pain, More beauty than she could see
I stared into her crystal corroded bloodshot eyes
I seen deep within herself
I saw pain, I saw hate for her fire, I saw hate from others
I had seen everything and nothing
I arose from my slumber to meet her in the darkness or mothers sleep
To give mother a great vision, a great dream and it was this
My angel of death, Meeting face to face, Eye to misery, Cure to disease, Beauty to ugly.
The words rolled off her tongue like the greatest embrace to a lover
Her words were sweet and seductive
Sprinkled with tears of a suicidal mind and a scarred wrist.
Then in a perfect moment are perfect tender love met with crying eyes and black lipstick.
Within that moment i ingested her misery
I took it and gave her what she deserved
Beauty
After the release of this lover's choice
We met vision and from there i seen the truth
I could never release her from this insanity
Only pamper or even embrace it
This timeless motion of misery will never stop ticking in my heart
Not till it expires!
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
The release; so powerful; sometimes to feel alive: all you need is a reminder:
His guiding hand:supplying the demands to the upper-hand, across her belly button, to forbidden; lands. Parted lips, her pink folds;dragging his hands down. Working each other: we ain’t fooling around; our bodies, over time. Dripping wet with desire.
Her reaching back; she leaned back. Over the edge; of the bed. standing ***** Picture perfect; she’s holding her breath, as he’s kissing on her neck, her breast, focused on her ****** the left. Right in my mouth. Long ponytail, pulled to the left. She is wet, under there, her underwear - pulled to the side, exposing her underhair; shaved bare, under there.
Fingers wrapped around him. Looking hard, she found it; tugging on it. Him pushing his luck got her pressing her lips against him. Pulling his belt out of way; biting his lips, he’s tensing. She, kiss as she play. looking a certaining way; tempting how she tempts him. She’s over the top, and its so overwhelming.
She’s all touched, from touching it; so fortunate, her ******* soaking wet, juices flowing. Wet spots, he’s all over it. Exposing her **** to his fingertips: with his index; middle finger next. Started working her slow, building up to raw *** Pressure building, rising her chest. She’s worked up; trying to get off. Giving it our best. Her waistline, being pumped from behind, so smooth; the finest wine. Unsatisfiable rhythm, keeping them inline. Holding onto her waist, he’s so online; bending backwards, pleasuring each other, every time. Some may come and go, but they come together every single time.
He’s feeling it: the way its feeling, feels so good - a burning sensation: her tenderness subduing his manhood; all is well, so it must good. Movement, with quickness, once his hips shifts, its motion sickness. Stroking his egos, increasing his stiffness, filling her deep. She’s clenching him, tighten, tighter. The feeling of him growing, she’s feeling him insider. Their wet bodies, skins glistening in the their fire.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
da da dun da dun da dun
dun da dun da dun
da da dun da dun da dun
dun da dun da dun
there's a flash-- of lightning
lighting up the clouds
then in silence-- hiding
before the thunder sounds
and the sky falls to rain
and the earth quakes again
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.
.
there's a rock-- sits rugged
dying in the shine
where before-- it bled
with colors inline
they coursed-- through veins
when it was alive
yeah the sky falls to rain
yeah the earth quakes again
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.
.
there's silver-- set skies
to horizons of land
reflected-- in your eyes
shadows on wet sand
before the beach dies
by the flames that 'r fanned
yeah the sky falls to rain
and the earth quakes again
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.
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there's a portrait-- 't burns
smoldering to scatter
the atoms-- of remains
to times that matter
the sparks-- to our dreams
igniting 'ey shatter
yeah the sky falls to rain
ooh the earthquakes again
and the earth quakes again..
Sam@070118
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Dysfunction and happiness
Don’t usually go hand in hand
But that describes you and I story
The wise-man n’ Elle, a soldier n Simi
A bad-ass movie in a broken DVD player
More than ever our thoughts burn hateful
And deep in our souls, the will begets cold
Sealing us close and everything left to feel
An illusion of end that tarnishes our peace
Cleaner we walk and little by little we lied
We each run a race to attain the crown
I, the heir of Christopolis: a half man
A king with no kingdom – a danger
And you: heir of feline, an anger
A shy queen with no freedom
With no changes - so I ask myself
Is this a sample of psychological fraud
That people uses sensual relations n’ beliefs
To sway their cause to others; positive or not
Let us redeem your soul n’ gleam thou purpose
Sell me thou beauty for luxury n’ fame, she says
But the boy had his way with words: he opposed
Curiosity is dangerous n' assumption is powerful
Staring within her eyes with an abominable face
He turn n’ stormed away with grace n’ disbelief
Struggling not to outcry in compelling dismay
Twas nice to desire, but hers is not a proper
Piece of human sexuality; a noetic disorder
The lesbians and gays - the political tool
A change in the city, a proactive lie
That errs up as Satan - a musical fool
First he sings: “I bring peace and wealth”
Next they proclaimed: “It is a Human Right”
Another piece of the puzzle of human sexuality
But so the Book quotes – an abomination I hate
“No man shall have intimacy with another man”
Let’s not rearranged n’ be lost – it cost our health
For war is better than the choice of homosexuality
They know they are doom, so they tend to mislead
Some sit in shelters n' compose fraudulent grants
Lies, patriotism n’ tradition to keep society inline
For as long as they can, so afraid to lose control
But wealth and health must go hand in hand
For we are more of a lion than the least
Quite divine and above every beast
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Behind every Great Man
There is a greater woman to his side,
Classy Gal that oblige,
Knows when to let him stand in the front
Witty enough to challenge his mind,
Smart enough to know he'll be stupid at times,
Food for thought yea
she'll make you swallow your pride,
Above the small talk,
Strong enough to over look his weakness,
She's on a ledge,
when he's on edge,
or compromised to inconvenience,
She's confiding her confidence boost
will make you feel like a genius,
Strictly lenient, the arbitrary venus,
The better half per say,
Staring at her face you'll question your own faith,
How could nothing make something so great?
For peat sake yes she's a bit pretentious,
For keep sake she'll never leave you defenseless,
she pays much attention inline she's no cheap skate,
New birth love born from the soul mate!
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
Her skin
soft
like satin
rubbing against mine
as we sat-in
the couch
cuddling against mine
she's so ****
the way we flexing
just passing time
so close against me
can't hold it against me
its got its own mind
hand on your backside
thoughts inline with my incline
feeling warm on the outside
as two fingers slowly slide on the inside
of the cover, pushing it to the side, to uncover
over the magic button my tongue hover
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
Oh this polite gentlemen,
From ear to ear he's got me smiling.
His arms are strong from everything.
He makes me, just want to, ahhh sing!
Lets talk about those hairy legs,
Find him when he's older, he'll be drinking those kegs.
one day he shall get there,
Hell if I can, but he will i swear.
Later at night, he becomes silly.
Plenty of time to daddle it up, yeah to dilly.
He's got moves to make your legs shake.
Oh for goodness sake.
Take your time, there's no rush.
For him I have a baby crush.
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part two of the same poem.
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Yes, he's so fine.
Talk bad, he'll keep you inline.
Nothing tragic will set him back,
No he never puts forth no slack.
Curious, he wonders how i work.
Hell, he's even asked me if I could twerk.
Country music, is his forte.
In the mud he enjoys to play.
Catch him riding in his truck.
You're funny if you think he gives a ****
Going here and there.
Catches me looking when I stare,
No room for what i want to say,
Not ever enough time in one day.
(est.j.r.e.)
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Aiyo I'll turn ya body into bean curd **** what you heard move the herd through my choice of words
Vocal chords Slashin' through billboards
Number one on the chart bullet accuracy sticking like darts flows part
The skies light to dark my rhymes'll park like Noah Arc chillin' on a fountain ain't no mountain
High enough call out any bluff who says their tough? Sniff crime call me McGruff leave a *****
Worse than a Iraq war fourscore my styles pour
All over the radio stations blood bath graphic wraths drawn from my mental graphs
Fools smile but I get the last laugh
Deaths makin' face now ya body trading places
With ya soul as it races
To the skyline no rewind ya legacy decline times is mine a barrier to the sun and shine
All day we grind while y'all remain inline my mic skills got me frontlined
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
This country was built on greed.
All the white men had desires;
Gold, God and Glory their creed.
Sin loves to travel in packs
wrath came next to spill blood.
The Great Spirit received many guests.
Having desires is not a sin.
Sin entered when men were sold
to backbreaking work for another’s gain.
***** blood fueled the Southern Kingdom
greed begot sloth which begot fear
slavery became too valuable to lose.
So in the great American tradition
compromise became the easy way out.
Why fight for 3/5 a person;
instead bounce between slave and free
making all envy the southern wealth
a perfect illusion hiding white poor.
Fast forward to the Postbellum south.
Half the wealth has become man
equality will mean Southern prosperity’s death.
The south needs labor to rebuild
sharecropping and convict leasing slavery’s ********
will help keep the ***** down.
When men become numbers society fails.
Why not work them to death?
Just grab another to lay rails.
Once being black is a crime
it’s simple to justify white pride.
Fear will keep those ******* inline.
So do not blame Big Business
for the destruction they routinely cause.
Save your petitions to our congress
they can’t even touch the monster.
We devour all that we see
but that’s our countries original Sin.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
My dream....
My dream is an elusive mistress as I seem to consistently miss it
It's a constantly running wonderland rabbit
To be frank, I need to stop splitting hares about it
Anyway, I wanna become a skater, or sedated I'm not sure which.
Nah I'm just kidding I have a desire to command concrete
Either with inline blades or a four wheeled board,
Whichever I can pick up first
And whichever I can allow to inspire and enhance my verse
A skating poet huh? I like it
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
*Dear rainstorm you are most comfortably mine
Like the only thing I truly own in this world
You fall without effort and land with ease
You represent the way of falling in which I should be
Direct, inline, yet flexible
Fearless and fast whilst in between the earth and sky
Like a middle ground which quickly descends into inevitability
So my life is as short as a rainstorm in the summertime
But I will crack my thunder and lightning each night
To illumliminate the sky for a time
Just for a moment on this earth
I'll shine most bright*
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
I find my beliefs
Are mostly inline
With the far LEFT
But you know
Every once in a while
I agree with the RIGHT
In fact fear dictates
I wish I had a hand gun tonight
Must I represent
The evil in this world
My empathy engulfs
Every soul that toils
To be accepted
With due respect
I would give my love
And my life
Sure I am of the pigment white
My ancestors aimlessly struggled
But couldn't put things right
Because they lacked
Humanitarianism
Something in their bible
“No offence” talk about schism
A map that embraced human slavory-ism
And so...
I consider thinking left
As an evolutionary state
A way to clean the slate!
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
a praying family . . .
only are person decides what to pray about
the usual, a rhyme, well known and nice
covers the basis
but does the listener listens
no, she stopped long time ago
busy with the mice in her head
k nibbling at fantasies, a free world
childhood habit, stills works
my brain remembers
it empty prayers
no conviction
a family that prayers together . . . to keep the peace
what about peace of mind, soul and spirit
they don't count, unimportant
just peace to the prayer, he is happy
feels he did good
he kept all inline
they know there place
hora, a great head of the family
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
Every moment
a lifetime away
sweet melody
wont you take me today
The thought of many, sticks to me
inline with the storms sway
Epiphany!
I see through the devils eye
The moonlights glaze rocks me to sleep
I dare to doze off
In hopes that dreaming can give me an explanation
Provided there is a shield for those who need
Where is this shield so true of worth?
A shield so clear it shines like a penny
Worth a penny
And just a useless wherever you take it
Look close to see the cracks
It crumbles and erodes just like any
Any in fact
But this one accused to be false
“Trade it in!” you say
As if it’s a negotiation
Bargain with me
How much for a new direction?
It’s been so long since I felt safe
Could be a nice change
Something to catch the rocks being thrown
Daggers in the back twist nicely with age
Reminds me that the pain is real
Stiff and stubborn
You see the truth
The pity I have for those who don’t see
Deep and murky is the pain, you are wounded now and have been for a while
Forbidden Juice or Powerful Pill?
Something easy and quick to numb my brain
I can’t see past the shadows, nor light in the distance
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
She brushes her hair,
Before going to bed.
Takes the mask,
From upon her face.
She lines her pillows,
Perfectly inline.
Resting her head,
And her aching bones.
She thinks about her day,
Falling asleep.
She buries her head,
Deep in her pillows.
Thunderstorms and rain,
Wind and sun.
And she’s still alive,
All of these years later.
And why is she still alive?
Because the universe is her friend.
Her only friend?
Maybe.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
Yellow and lime
Distinct in rhyme
Have raised their heads before their time
Wordsworth's words sought in kind
Intent rearranged as the gaze has changed with age
Do Daffodils cheer me up?
Not so vast in a public park
For experience raises expectations
or am I the holder of a colder heart
further inline set to depart
A voice stored inside reminds
with a twinkle in his eye that
'Variety is the spice of life'
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Parallel dimensions in sun forsaken paradise
Sore heels surfing away on the butcher's blues
Spankin' rip ties are keepin' it fancy together
Drillholes all over, but the plugs are in shortage
Keep it coolin'baby, said the slaughter to the servant
Everything will be fine in a year or so
Correction of content is our main priority
The paperkiller runs overtime
We shall overcome this microwave breeze
while the pizza hut burns down
a 'pat on the head of the pet'
the birds keep a singin' inline
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
do you know what its like to look at him every night
yea you love him, and yea you still bleed
the biggest mistake, its taken you deep.
you can no longer breath, your eyes start to swell.
do u know what its like to be living in hell? no way
around the pain,
'deal with it babe, i got you, you cant
ever get away, because im not letting go no matter how bad
you hurt.'
and the pain oh yes the blame, the shame..
and you get so close every time, to think that you have your life all back inline.. then u think, of what the f***er did to you
now all you want is to die in his arms, let the blood flow
and pool in his palm.
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
I hopped my mental fence
Where all faces look bent
And I too have dents
Where I rid all the drug and cut tempts
I'm here now and I **** up the **** scents
The real sensations are lent
Including the bad that's meant
It's here I keep the tempts, away
So sober I stay
But I want to everyday
So I imagine it and lay
Imagine what I want to do and say
So I dream up things all day
With Koto I get to play
Throughout the entirety of may
But that's as likely as I am to pray
Honestly I can't tell if I'm okay
And I'll never have to pay
So long as I'm strong, nay
So long as I'm in my mind
In between my head time I find
In real life I can stay inline
Bc this is the most I can be kind
To myself, sincerely signed
Nerve.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
I always loved games but the only thing I was truly good at was being competitive
but that was the element of fun, the game become a job
and this isn't going where you think it is
but there I go again, twisting and turning some made up play around your feet
so carefully constructed you could see through the passes
I was really more from the drama side of it
memorizing my lines carefully like a beat I had to march to
I never sat on the bench, because I was always a starter
but i sat the fight song out and I had to look up that football reference
because I thought I was rebellious, taking to jazz to play solos
whatever would dance out from my bell
but when the last bell rang on my last day in first
and I got drowned out by trumpets staring down the horns by the modest flutes
i lost it, like medicine that wont go down
a spoonful of sugar didn't help anything when I buttoned up that jacket for the last time
oh, I had a merry tune to toot
because like every good marcher, i memorized my part
first, before the rest, and after the tie to second
I didn't bother much to play in 8ths instead of sixteenths
I conditioned for years, and had very little time to rest
being competitive made this sabotage become a piece of cake
oooh when that tape came back
and you were buzzing like a bee to find me
and i'd smile at the cassette you were holding, because a mouthful of sugar will help the medicine go down
that's where our story comes to rest, no more measures on repeat
and the only reason I write it down now
is for the laughter we consumed when you knew
I made your audition different
because who had any sense you'd play first inline with the trombones
and the sound of it
would be a spoonful of sugar, that made the medicine go down
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Tim I write these poem inline
L I K E N O W
I work best with comments in my soul
that poor soul of mine
that does not know what is red or blue
people ask me
what is your favourite colour
and do you know
maybe it is me
just me, as I am an artist
but I just like W O R D S.
PINK leaned against blue
then Purple came along
Purple liked Green a lot
then Brown was formed
now brown like white
and that is why
we are happy now.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
It's happen before
But there was always
A reason..
A bitter ending or sudden change
The heart breaking season..
Loss of children
Loss of freedom
Even trust
Turned to treason..
But not this time
I should be fine
I've worked so hard
On this love of mine
I'll be alright
I'll be fine
Meditation
Will helps keep me
Inline!
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Themes from above
Inline with the divine
A sea of pure information
We are but processes through time
Which is relevant
for stages of development
Clear through the chaos
Write down a desire
Words bind and magick works
Form your own sigil
Things will happen to inspire
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
I was walking through a neighborhood that seemed to be a maze. Made it through. On the sidewalk where I was, I saw a pretty woman walking. We were heading the same way. Found myself inline with her walking. We looked at one another. We smiled. We said, "Hi." We walked on together for a few blocks. We didn't say anything really. I saw a construction site ahead. I heard an alarm go off for me. I didn't want to be late so I started to run. I saw she started to run too. We swapped positions. We almost bumped into one another. We said, "Sorry." We ran together, towards the site. We saw a cross the street in front of us. The pretty woman that I was running next to and with (and who I should be talking to) turned left. She started going down that street. Time slowed down. "Wait, where are you going?" I asked her. She turned towards me, she smiled, she laughed, she looked pretty. I kept running forward. A cross street was ahead of me. I saw her coming from left to right in front of me. Then just as quickly I saw her go right to left. I wondered why. I stayed on my side and I ran into a dead-end. Retrace my steps. Found my way out. Started running again. Then we encountered each other again a block away from where I was heading to. We started running together again. Looking forward and at her at the same time. I saw the pretty smile. I said, "I feel my heart running for you." She smiled.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC