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brandon nagley May 2015
An everlasting rainbow glide slides from her tounge, for you cannot run , you always get ****** back in!!!

Fight and squim, muddle and squirm, bite and yearn, for your her harped match!

Strike your catch!

You two were made from the beginning,
A trinity of entities with 3d imaging... Your spirits were crafted!!

No printing!!!
Agentorange Nov 2013
When they come to me to tell me about their love
broken fresh;
I just listen
sipping Cappuccino
with the taste that lingers long.

Then I sip again
before the last taste fades away.
You don't really know when exactly does it end.
The sip and fading away blend so natural.

You fall for someoone
and when it's fading away
you sip again.

The tastebud is ever so busy
Coffee makes you alive
so does love

maybe it's not about
the person you love,
it's just about love.
FLESH Jun 2023
supposedly
birds fly
In rhythm to
***
drop
drips
of sea,
for a kind of tastebud
damnation
Only a
drama contortionist could
believe in.
Ultimatums cause heavy weight
champions
to stop for champagne in the burbs,
expensive gas at a blank station
base plantation.

Come froth at the mouth at us for freedom.
12:36 AM
Ace Malarky Dec 2017
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1

beat

1

beat

2

heart beat

3

spread over sky

5

all light and all dark

8

the new clarity, the everything of time, gestalt

13

human arrogance absolved by totality, evil and good, beauty and horror as one

21

can stay in ecstasy forever, but delight is tainted by the shiver of being, the ahead, the beginning, cannot escape time

34

not above, not outside, for a beat spread like oil on still water, a bit of myself touching everything, not quite joining it but poised to, should my nature change, should I be untethered

55

and better, my slick still expanding, the reach of vision yet to ******, the stories, the rub, I drink an elixir of perfect euphoria, I spit the dross of man's burden though a residue remains, an echo of flavor on my tongue, each century a tastebud wet with consciousness, my mind a mouth, masticating experience

89

wonder at the limitless, can I be deceived when I know all truth and can speak eons of knowledge in a word? When I can conceive of every motion an atom's atom can make and every motion thereafter, the every story that grew me to my lofty sojourn among galaxies that I can hold in my light-year hands? What force can challenge me, the ascended begun to break in my throne of stars? I would deign to challenge gods if they were not few, weak and far between

144

play, a heart beat, celebration that I Am, the starlight eyes of grateful souls rejoice. Immortal muse of laughter, my reflection on the glassy sea. An ache I don't remember having passes, an unnamed need is met. Mother berth of reason, whole beget a whole, I saw it all inside a bubble, WHAT eclipsed by KNOW. The tear, the tear, the weeping jest, labor, love, solitary kiss, voluntary shiver. Breadth of color, sound and smell, success, respite, despair. Esoteric afterthought, answers to forgotten questions, illuminate retroscape on which to dance, play, play for all eternity. All is humor, even war, the spent and wasted youth, the murdered and abused, to **** is to set free; suffering yields to bliss at the end of life. Sudden, the limit of exaltation. My hand passes through, I cannot rewrite the rules. I cannot pierce the veil.

89

I knew. Has every peak a valley? asked, answered as My City dimmed its lights. Retreat, retreat, recede, severed synapse secrete silence, destroyed, dead, decay, decrepit, detritus, demon, demon, demon, demon, demon, demon feel the flesh where I hadn't none before, but anguish betrays truth, the reality of right now is pain. Bits crushed by imagination. Frothing alchemy of mud and water, slime and earth combine. Rays beat chapped and charring soil, germinate the mine. Its bend and bow its grave concave rolling man together

55

hag she cackle, ghoul he roar, flit, fly, I tremor, shake, defy. Build me bowels out, I breathe, what lungs have I? Fester unwhole word I strain my grind to cry. Yes, friction, worldly choose, fragments shatter in reverse, Appeasing hunger, dousing flame. Whine of anguish slow subside but I still feel it burn inside

34

oh sweet water, you again, I want to need you, I want to eat, to ****, to die. Enslave, okay free me from this wretched bliss, drain the bottomless ocean and cut short eternity

21

waking rest it wait, soon I walk again. Fear its taste, embrace the waist and kiss the face of chaste

13

human ignorance evolved by fatality, good, evil, beauty, horror each in its way

8

the old blur, the brokenness of my perspective

5

light and dark at war

3

again at war

2

heart beat

1

beat

1

beat

0
The Fire Burns Aug 2018
The gorgeous smell of pecans roasting,
mixed with the sweetness of coconut toasting,
chicken breast pounded into paillards,
the grill is smoking in the yard.

Garlic minced and onion chopped,
jalapeno sliced and thrown on top,
sizzling sounds as chicken meets grill,
this is going to be a tastebud thrill.

Baby bok choy goes down now
smells better than should be allowed,
a touch of brown sugar and of soy,
this will be something to enjoy.

Sticky rice bubbles and steams,
the makings of culinary dreams,
pecans and coconut stirred right in,
the rice the base to this foodga-sm.

Jalapeno herbed chicken hot and ready,
salty sweet bok choy, hold it steady,
finish it off with ice cold beer,
don't you wish you were right here?
Oni Olusegun Mar 2018
She cooks me the best
Continental dishes
Do I like the taste?
I do not know
No tastebud!

I am not human,I am a sexdoll
She loves me
To the moon and back
Can I feel the tingle?
I do not know
My heart knows no beat

Then She stabs me in the back
Can I feel the pain?
I do not know
No spinal Cord!

But She is a man not a robot
Like a mad man dying alone
in the snow,she slowly withers--
Like a maize plant in dry season
The Fire Burns Oct 2017
Have you ever seen your girl,
dressed up nice and neat,
like a sweet candy
that you want as a treat.

You just want to unwrap it,
and give a little taste,
enjoy the smells and flavors,
none of which, you'd waste.

Salty and sweet,
hints of clove and tangerine,
like Def Leppard said,
pour some on me, saccharine.

Savoring every nuance,
exciting every tastebud on the tongue,
exploring every side and layer,
roaming all of her, I'm sprung.

Knocked out of my thoughts,
suddenly a kiss is on my lips,
she asks me if I'm ready,
I follow sashaying hips.

She asks me why I stare at her,
I say no particular reason, why,
then what were you thinking about,
I wink at her and smile so sly.

— The End —