"mindf" poems
You don’t have to be lonely
I will kiss your sadness away
Let me soothe your senses
Relax and take a deep breath
I will gently caress your soul
and slowly touch your heart
Does that make you feel good?
What do you think
if I say,
“I want to explore you.”
I see you nod your head.
Now, let me take a peek
of your views
Then I will give you
an impression
that will last
Do you want me to stop?
I can feel you
urging for more
I will strip down
your worries
Did I say I am good
with persuasion?
I want to bring you pleasure;
I will drive you mad
Let our bodies heat up
as I stroke your desires
We will be sweating out
as we exercise our intellect
Oh, I see
you’re already dripping
with emotions
Are you craving for more?
Let me hear you implore
I want you
to open your mouth
and blow my mind
I will eat you
until i’m down
to your core
I surely want
to have a taste
of your aspirations
I can hear you breathing heavily
as I push my ideas
in and out of your mind
I will go deep
into your thoughts
until you moan
with satisfaction
—–
**Yes, babe—
I will penetrate your thoughts
And I will **** your brains out**
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
Ivory empires evaporate
Iron oxidized depression
Its cold blooded calculus
All for one, one for oppression
Anarchy by Gucci, fabulous
The decision is order
The collision is reason
The choice is yours
In the mindf&%$ season
What is law? He said upon the dais
We are raw, for who dares to try us?
These sympathies for psychos
Have gotten a little contagious
They took mental Illness
Went and made it famous
I'd rather break bread with Judas
Then compromise my clarity
Because this last supper is ruthless
Where good men are murdered for sincerity.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
So I get hypnotized
by them tv commercials.
You know the ones,
the ones that look
like you're sitting
on a sunny beach
in the subtropics
with some cute beautiful babe
wearing a white French-cut bathing suit
sitting right next to you
on a straw beach lounge chair.
There's a bucket of cold ones
with two long-necked glass bottles
full of sudsy golden liquid
and some squeezed limes lying nearby.
Like that shit's ever going to happen.
Jesus, why do they have
to f*ck with us like that?
Those greedy corporate-types!
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC