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Got Guanxi May 2016
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lightning doesn’t strike twice
two feet and two knees that nobble occasionally,
and chatter like teeth in an arctic freeze.
Together in harmony.
Now since the rain clouds
washed those other clouds away,
and you were drained.
When you breathed a rainbow,
golden soul,
and drew the route of you in the window,
pain.
Primary coloured moments;
exposed in chrome,
caught in time,
no remains.
But then the stars and superlatives came to play.
And the memories fade.
When the night first spoke and the sun laid to rest.
He spoke of Moondust and mistrust of the Government.
They told him once,
and they told him twice,
that science could only be defined by what we know.
So he searched the stardust on the seabed,
and seeked what he sowed.
Oceans away from home,
only to piece together tiny shards of shattered stars,
with those telescopic time machines that he used to own.
every line,
each groove and edge,
fall and sweep to create you,
that arch of your back,
and apple in your throat,
curves that fall at the base of your back,
chiseled edges of thighs,
delicate ankles,
and veins that throb,
carefully created cheeks,
and the bumps of collar bones,
plumpness of lips,
and nobble on knees,
making you perfect for me.
the monsters fought
the monsters swore
they wounded each other, they self-each wore
a bond was torn
and lies were born
innocence in its prime would be denied
as lies led would be accepted and
believed by every one of its kind

i do not know perfection
i do not know function
but i do know what's fair
i do know what's pure
all that is worthy and sincere
it may not be seen but it will be told
as the lies unfold and the truth is one we hold
forlorn  hope lies in being genuine and honest
so much is wasted as we are heaven-promised
we are told what to like but frowned upon when we comment

who are we to not see clearly?
who are they to say nay to what
we
truly need to
be?

you can appetize your wits and stimulate your senses
you can elevate and on a high dissect the story
dissect the story of its fences and defenses

in a world where we swirl to the curl
of the coil and its whirl
in a world where we twirl and swerve
the virginity and honesty in the eyes of the sunshine girl
we are found dusting the mist of mystery off the pearls of our divinity
without really seeing clearly the truth
and immortality that embodies the life of you and me

but will she grow and pro the cradle afro?
we may just know the buckles of the
teeth of time as it chuckles
then our souls will not be in trouble
and we could curb all that keeps us trapped in this bubble as we get to the pop the rock nobble.
sentiments of art in its spasms of artistry, stretching for expulsion. expression
Paul Hardwick Sep 2015
Men just have
nobble knees
and women
have designer legs
men just have lips
and women
a pout to kiss
mens eyes
deep set
women eyes
that sparkle?
true by my own lips to my eyes surprise
P@ul   love you all ***
Sefofane Apr 2019
Intoxicated by you, flawlessly I thought we could relate Yet your flaws divulged, blind you thought I were yet Vividly I saw through that perfect corny smile, kept me Contemplating were you really hurt before like you told me.

Love is blind so they say yet what if I realised your imperfections Then decided not care though to show you, you could be Loved and cared for like you were created to be yet you were not Ready to be… Were you ever telling the truth or just lied through your teeth That you made me believe in love again only to find myself drowning Again through your nobble, I turned my imperfections into noble For you girl, was I ever a fool for love? I guess you'll figure that out.

Funny how one can convince oneself of their autonomous yet they're Viciously contingent, intoxicated by you once when you pretended to Care, when you used to call me on my cellphone for no reason yet I hope you'll realise I was in this for emotions not material gain.
Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
goat typhoon nobble
croak feather
sap turtle glow

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