"sugarman" poems - Hello Poetry

We were lovers once, for all of time eternal. That's no fabrication, says old Sugarman; but that's a concretal fact. We spoke as friends, atop the canopy of rainforest. Costa Rican insight, we speak in tongues of delight, pushing, pulling, pushing upon desire - all the while smiling serenely into your ***** cocktail, aware of the pressing concerns into your later freedoms. We love. We love and love instantly. Skin baptised in humidity and rains rising in abundance across the steep valley of further treetop, fading to cloud beneath us. Beneath us is the world: unbounded and plenty. I settle eyes onto yours, stomach knotting, yet ensured, as smiles weep to emancipated longing, and this sheer belonging now felt for this; our Eden, cast upon Astral shores. In prophetic view of paradise, I pour water from a jug. Clear as mind, I see through solar nourishment, the expanse of all life, the life that crescendos each time you sip on your straw. Memory cleansed of all magnitude, now but fragmented thoughts of nothings and second-hand sentiments, I remember only the passage of our time up here, the balcony of heaven and of Earth combined. We kiss in the rays of Astral sunlight, brighter than the longest of our day! We sip red wine leant across the railings, your dress clings emphatically to the motions of your body. It becomes as if brutality never existed. I concede to life and its offerings for all. I kiss you greedy in the fast-fading sunlight, as the sky is re-birthed in the conception of tomorrow. I kiss you hard on the mouth as we survey the old kingdom of man, and these dying moments before our next subliminal fall. Please stay with me now in suspension, this devoted region of nature, of plumage and the removal of all sin. I am done with whiskey slurs and cigarette burns, of chasing zeros and memories unconfirmed. I am done with complaining about all of tomorrow, about all of the pound pound pound of the heart that resides in this chest, this useless vehicle of flesh, of matter born to die and innocence always corrupted. Please stay with me now, as I go down down down... please stay with me now, my new sight.

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC

Edward-Coles

Clouds That Pierce The Illusion

We were lovers once, for all of time eternal. That's no fabrication, says old Sugarman; but that's a concretal fact. We spoke as friends, atop the canopy of rainforest. Costa Rican insight, we speak in tongues of delight, pushing, pulling, pushing upon desire - all the while smiling serenely into your ***** cocktail, aware of the pressing concerns into your later freedoms. We love. We love and love instantly. Skin baptised in humidity and rains rising in abundance across the steep valley of further treetop, fading to cloud beneath us. Beneath us is the world: unbounded and plenty. I settle eyes onto yours, stomach knotting, yet ensured, as smiles weep to emancipated longing, and this sheer belonging now felt for this; our Eden, cast upon Astral shores. In prophetic view of paradise, I pour water from a jug. Clear as mind, I see through solar nourishment, the expanse of all life, the life that crescendos each time you sip on your straw. Memory cleansed of all magnitude, now but fragmented thoughts of nothings and second-hand sentiments, I remember only the passage of our time up here, the balcony of heaven and of Earth combined. We kiss in the rays of Astral sunlight, brighter than the longest of our day! We sip red wine leant across the railings, your dress clings emphatically to the motions of your body. It becomes as if brutality never existed. I concede to life and its offerings for all. I kiss you greedy in the fast-fading sunlight, as the sky is re-birthed in the conception of tomorrow. I kiss you hard on the mouth as we survey the old kingdom of man, and these dying moments before our next subliminal fall. Please stay with me now in suspension, this devoted region of nature, of plumage and the removal of all sin. I am done with whiskey slurs and cigarette burns, of chasing zeros and memories unconfirmed. I am done with complaining about all of tomorrow, about all of the pound pound pound of the heart that resides in this chest, this useless vehicle of flesh, of matter born to die and innocence always corrupted. Please stay with me now, as I go down down down... please stay with me now, my new sight.

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It was the emergency room He recognised them all Some looked very happy Some looked concerned Some were crying Some making prayerful gestures But none looked like sugarman He was too busy milking the Lifeblood out of someone else

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Jul 3, 2018

Jul 3, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC

DMC

H & the mushroom effect

It was the emergency room He recognised them all Some looked very happy Some looked concerned Some were crying Some making prayerful gestures But none looked like sugarman He was too busy milking the Lifeblood out of someone else

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Hi, Come on by, I'm the Sugarman Selling your ephemeral relief to an eternal pain Selling you vivid daydream you could lick like an ice cream Please, Dear come on by, My panel won't disappoint For you I have wildest desires bottled or pressed in a pill Hey boy, Come on by, Chillest of chills will run up your spine Customized for you the fluffiest of clouds to make you feel fine Meet my lucy, Trippiest colours, A scenery most words cannot define Oh Nevermind, Feel free to try if your trust is as rest couldn't care less, if my hair looks like a mess Please, Come on by, for my goods are the best My secret plaster you can use to fill the void Don't you worry, Come on by, Don't be paranoid Altered Perception ©

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC

alteredperception

Please Come On By

Hi, Come on by, I'm the Sugarman Selling your ephemeral relief to an eternal pain Selling you vivid daydream you could lick like an ice cream Please, Dear come on by, My panel won't disappoint For you I have wildest desires bottled or pressed in a pill Hey boy, Come on by, Chillest of chills will run up your spine Customized for you the fluffiest of clouds to make you feel fine Meet my lucy, Trippiest colours, A scenery most words cannot define Oh Nevermind, Feel free to try if your trust is as rest couldn't care less, if my hair looks like a mess Please, Come on by, for my goods are the best My secret plaster you can use to fill the void Don't you worry, Come on by, Don't be paranoid Altered Perception ©

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Has anybody seen the way the sun hits the sky? It's like the end of a scene from a movie screen. Inbetween a tiesto dream,searching for sugarman, we are searching for sunrise... when things are dark... the reflection of the moon can bring light in your eyes. Through the tunnel, there's a hole from a pin... just walk towards the light which restores peace from with in... let it in...drink it in like the gift of jericho, belive in yourself and the things that you know.

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Feb 9, 2017

Feb 9, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC

carl-hylands

Freestyle (or i didn't know what to call it)

Has anybody seen the way the sun hits the sky? It's like the end of a scene from a movie screen. Inbetween a tiesto dream,searching for sugarman, we are searching for sunrise... when things are dark... the reflection of the moon can bring light in your eyes. Through the tunnel, there's a hole from a pin... just walk towards the light which restores peace from with in... let it in...drink it in like the gift of jericho, belive in yourself and the things that you know.

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