"kobain" poems
I wanna **** you…. And not just in the literal sense, but seeing those eyes melts my body like lava running down from a volcano that just erupted violently….now can we cool off with your oceanic flows and create islands??
I say you’re the **** as you walk to and fro,
exuding the essence of woman in such a sultry kind of way it glows…
my thoughts could ravage your very innocence of you not knowing the truth….my eyes constantly rip your clothes off tasting your flesh your wetness your inner thighs…
Dont pardon my French but rather invite the sounds of me French kissing your soft lips down below…
apart from parting those pedals of lustful intrigue desiring the nectar that flows mightier that the Mississippi river herself……damn….if you only knew…..you say the one true power you desire is knowing the unknown…
But if you truly knew the perverse ways and rhythms this ride could give you, it might shatter the very thing you desire most…
Like the morning dew off of stems as the sun beams down creating a unique sense of calmness and passion….that’s what portrait I portray being inside of you as father time stops to greet mother nature of her silky curves and milky libations…
Poetically taking sight sound and colour into a masterpiece of grandioso melodic vibrations….
vibrations….hah….my vibrations of crystal blue persuasions can seismically decimate your walls of Jericho with thrusts from my rambunctious sword….fuck ah ******** it mechanically drops a single drop in a vast ocean in comparison…
but I cant lie about wanting to split your mind and body like an cherry tree…
Honestly, Washington on a presidential status couldn’t get ahead of the head I could mentally give you ….can I be your mickey d’s and turn your body into a golden arch….Kurt Kobain doped up on ******* will tell you to let me be your…..nirvana…..ecstasy….to the highest degree….
And now as I draw a blank unto this computer screen having been mindlessly ****** to ******** jisms at the sheer thought of the words that formed my thoughts to this here theatrical scene…
i say…..good morning….
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs
Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught
Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes
Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry
Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...
I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...
Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh shit....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
Heaven's getting noisy.
It's brewing up a storm.
Kobain delighted.
Hand outstretched.
"Hey dudes you took your time,let's rock and roll".
Ian Curtis grins at last.
Lot less stress up here.
Lemmy's screaming Ace of Spades.
Bowie's chucking china girls,
Metaphorically of course.
Just having a chuckle.
A right regal jam.
They're dancing together.
An alternative dimension.
Making a royal racket.
The angels must be grinning wide.
So much class amusement.
Doing their latest gigs for free.
God,well he's in heavenly bliss.
Free music, classy music.
No way he's going to miss.
Party time upstairs.
(c)LIVVI
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 5:59 AM UTC