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Natalia mushara Jul 2015
Messin wit da wrong chicka
Sum jus jealus
They Kant tuch me
I'm much bedda
Let dem be jealus
They aren't worth da time
J Christmas Dec 2012
X D The trail o slime you lay
It'd be ok If every one could just slide
where they may
but all those trails have led
to the edge o sanities fray.

Brown eyed stone witch
Of which to I Belong
A blonde haired pixie
An Angel The guiding light
                          I'm her night

To her I've been the greatest feat
Fought so hard to save me
because i bow She believes she's met defeat
but it's my ghouls that won't let her save me

once the Aborted Ones came to me and said
A tourniquit not gonna, won't stop whats bleed
                   And the greatest of my loves won't ever heal until its dead

They pointed to a painting of I and her
I painted while high & she thought I was jerking off instead
they pointed to it  above the bed on a wall I miss
That Cherub, Dear Sun Is named the Goodbye Kiss

That embrace, last sober, still innocent, true loves kiss
Dry but unfinished
One of the last before over Love \ our  Drugs took precedence
                                                      ­                       Goodbye to a wish

this tonight days before the prophecy of an awaken
A goddess, her friend, gave of an herb and word to ease my need
of the slow and of the go and to ease my heart breakin on my sleeve

to the biggest Sorcerer I went to palaver and break bread.
                                        Told him my Trixie won't talk to me
         I've been off a week and he saw my strength and said

It's been sometime since your ******* eyes weren't dead
Do you remember what I told you before we started
this new method


                                                He was told by a living dead

If we do this This is a whole new demon
So cheap and so easy
It's harder to get out of your head


But we weren't happy when life was getting good again
           We took another left and let the mumblin and madness begin

By the grace and words of her Coven
and the stern truth of good men
I have begun to name more and more
of my collected Demons

Their names rob them of their power
JEALUS was one sneak, malice did it seep
One I just named DESPOTIISMIC RELENTLUS
            The darkest of creeps is the one that held me groveling

distracting me from a Goddess given strength
All our problems it Exacerbates
with it's Overbearing shouts and whispers
She walked off the plank

I'll come around but I can't pilot this ship
            God am it may take a Lunar cycle or two.
                             Come on baby this isn't the best part of the trip


She found me to love
she needed me to save
a goddess doesnt tred water
she walks upon the wave

                                       watching for the moon to wane

As my ship goes down
I thank her for she gave me the strength to swim
It took all she had
now God I am  

baptised with the remnants
of a burning sinking ship
Treding breaking swells the wind whispers
                                For years I begged you to help me quit.

And I yell, " I will "

        "  baby, just "

"give me a"

         "little"
" bit
    .
.
    .
.
This is for my Love my Goddess my Trixie What a Dish.
I always part with a kiss (if you see this) :-*
2012copyright@JohnDChristmas
Natalia mushara Jul 2015
Shake dat Hart
Like a dancing bafoon
Shake dat Hart
Kus I needs it to
Sum be jealus
Dey fake demselfs
Dey live like hatas
Convincing demself

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