Small but mighty is the tounge
It gets a lot of use
To us writers it's the PEN
And equal in abuse.

We have a bridle for a horse
Which can turn the beast around
A great ship has a rudder
Small, as it is found.

Thus can tounge and pen be made
The turn, the helm, ye scribes!
It can bless. It can destroy.
IT CAN RUIN LIVES!

What separates the poet
From those people who abuse
Their "God given right to free speech"
This should NOT be news

The difference is quite evident
When you take the facts apart
One uses pens to lacerate

The true poet has a HEART.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2016

Darling won't you lay with me,
On this bed of grass and white daisy.
Come link your flower chain with mine,
Come sing songs of love to pass the time.

Lay on me any worries or fears and
I will do my best to make them disappear  
Give to me your sadness and sorrow,
And I'll kiss them away from tomorrow.

And if you come with me, to this daisy field
One by one we'll  slowly build, a little home for both our hearts and a meeting ground for our lips to part.

And there inside our little world, we'll discover;
How to make hands curl, tounge upon tounge, lips upon neck, we'll recreate that night we cannot forget.

So again I'll ask darling, won't  you please stay?
And link upon link build a daisy chain,
To slowly stitch the world away.

(i.r)

It didn't make sense
It felt Fingers
Chain link fence

So the moon dim
Gibbus tide riddle

Keep your wheel in the hairpin
Bite  a hook
You'll be my friend

Go ahead
Spike the ocean
A drop of salt blood
The wolf of horizon runs
Spilling fangs of
red dwarf sun

Can you water:
Crash against the rock
Until pieces of you break off
Pristinely lying on my skin

Think air until you hear
Grandeur breath of leaves
Mountain or dog
Sing songs of love

Goodbye
White cheek
Spun in moonlight
Foot to the path
Song on the tounge
Free til I'm dog
Whiskey til I'm drunk
Hold my breath
Count to ten
Blue eyes / begin again

My doctor as you
Call me your sweeties
I want your fleshy needle
I want your love
I want kisses

I fantasize about holding ands with you
While riding your fleshy needle
Our eyes smiling at each other
As I lean in to kiss you

Doctor
Examine me with your fleshy needle
You tounge and your
Hands
Explore my body
As I explore you sweetly

Your lips curved like a crescent moon
Your hips also
Will it be soon
You ask
My reply
It will
Then when will we leave
Soon I say
Again
With more force
And yet we never left

cut fishnets, cigarettes, whiskey breath
your tounge probably taste like lemon
i just forgot

I hear a voice
Screaching noise
Is it in or outside my head?
Is it mad?
Is it sad?
Is it my brain
Or my heart that's dead?

Well ill cut it out
Slice it up
Take it out to the back
To the streets
To the thugs
Pass it off as ****.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me now?

Ill shine my shoes
and get my coat
They'll never know
Ill be on top
Be a rock
Be the star of the show.

Am I experiencing reality yet?

Well this is what
Staying up til 5 am does
Ive got an itch that I cant scratch
Im covered in membrane and dust.

Sharpin my knife
Dont think twice
Ill disect the top layer
Take out the bad
Leave the good
But then there is
Nothing there
At all.

Try to put
It back in
But it doesn't fit
So ill serve it on a hot plate
Let you take it all in.

How's it taste?
Whats it like?
Don't ask the price.
Is it hot?
Does it burn?
Does it stick to your tounge?
You can't afford it anyway.
You cant afford it anyway.

She was a mountain, a fortress
Saying it all with her eyes
Within her mind she continues to hide
No one listens, no damns given
Heart shattered, pieces strung across the floor
There are no spares, her heart was a *****
Giving, giving,  where is the love?  
She never demanded more
Her heart was a *****
As early as the sun sets,  her mind never truly rest
Her tounge can taste the words
Longing for what needs to be said
Her soul needs fed
Tounge twisted, wasted wishes
She misses the could have been
The should have been
She never demanded more
Her heart was a *****
She sees the confusion behind your eyes
Seek and you shall be denied
A child of soul,  a child of grace
Has this truly become her date?

Her jaw quiver
She struggles to breathe
She pushed out the words
Now she's demanding her voice to be heard
She no longer seeks, her strength she pulls
Her heart is no longer the fool
Her tounge is no longer ashamed
Her love can no longer be blamed
For she is worthy of all that she gives
Across her lips flows the most beautiful sound
Her heart is not a *****
She now demands more

Native nations,
Tune in thy television stations,
For thy lands up for the taking!!!!!
Hath thou been mistaking your materialist flaw for gods and goddesses?

For what hath thou missed?
Oh pitiful tyrents...
This land was stained with the migrants you soo call foreign!!!!!

Gun's thou taketh up as thugs with crime obsession,
For didn't thine prophetics mention of thy grave thou shalt go??
No!!!!

No periwinkle  there to flow,
No narcotics to currupt you!!!
No directional staffs to guide you,
For you chaseth the wartorn path!!!!!

Where hell cannot be divided in math nor numbers!!!

Just gnashing of grotesque teeth,
Come on in,
Wash thy feet, the stratosphere shall rip into a billion colors!!!!

None help from thine sister and brother,
For you've turned thy own back!!!!
Just a ditch place with clasps and shackles will become thine new order!!!!!!!

lace fades to faded agony.
Poisonous delight!
lovely eyes bathed in velvet blood turned to dust,
As Eternity weeps with the skulls of studious rapture.

Old bones dwell in a moldy bony hand.
Oh, no!
The night gnawed quite bare the sorrow of a red withered Tounge.
Yea, the sorrow in a red withered Tounge!

Is time to pay homage to those who paved a path for me. Had a "Dream with in a dream" like Edgar did. No kiss upon the brow, we shook hands and drank tea. Spoke about love and death and all its synonyms like I am to he. Did you kissed her because she died? Were the grain of golden sand that creeped through your fingers  from her broken hour glass? Is this life a reality or yet a dream? For the poor it must be a nightmare to sleep and not see reality. As he vanished right in front of me and left behind a black feather with ink as it came from a Raven's wing.

Pinched my self to wake up from this dream or nightmare. Scared of what might come next. I see snow flakes start to fall from the sky as if heaven is coming down towards me. I look up with my mouth open catching snow on my tounge. I hear a horse gallop and is getting close. He stops right before and asked if the woods are mine? He says, "I know he know he still has miles to go for promises he must keep before he sleeps." As the horse harness bell shakes he ask "before I depart how far I'll go before I sleep in the woods that are lovely, dark and deep. Remember my name Robert Frost, for when I sleep and arrive at your door but For now I must go I have promises to keep, I have promises to keep before I sleep." As he vanishes right before my eyes horse and all I hear the gallops far far away and a solid snow flake falls right between my eyes.

and I blink and I see 21st century man ask a stranger where am i? He smiles and sarcastically said "the land of the free" "we were named New Amsterdam but now is called Manhattan, this hear is Harlem. I'm Langston Hughes let's sit by the river. Asked him how's life? "Life is fine" "I was born for living as are you." "You'll be dogged if you let them see you die for love, so live. You'll make your mark I'll all come one night." Took the elevator to the 16 floor asked him if I was dreaming? He said "of course I died in 1967" as he jumped this time for the first time he yelled "don't let it dry up like a raisin in the sun, dream don't defer". Just like that he was gone.

As time moves back and forth between centuries. I hear murmurs, see things I can't understand stop please the voices are to much for me. Troy, Troy is it burned yet? Homer and William Butler Yeats discuss Odeysseu's journey, Helen and Menelaus king of Sparta.
Stop! Stop! Stop! As I fall from space in fear of my death. I wake up and see the sun beaming through the blinds. The smell of pancakes enters the room and in to my nose, glad is on my face. She said "How you sleep last night, bad dream again" As I eat with my left and write with my right. Time to pay homage i said. Time to pay homage.

we all live in closets. somewhere we don't want to escape from because we think it's more comfortable than what is on the other side of that door. we all have something we want to say but don't know how to say it. something we're not sure anyone would understand but us. our walls are a barrier. and i know these barriers keep us safe where no one could hurt us but ourselves, though they also limit us. i have a barrier between my mind and human interaction. nothing i think seems to get out of my tounge well enough for anyone to understand it. when you tell someone you suffer, he or she probably would think of it as something immense you're going up against when trying to fight your way through it. when you tell people you suffer (if you do tell them, that is.), depression is not what they expect rolling off your tongue. because most people don't think it's serious ENOUGH. you'll try to explain, you'll tell them what it's like in your head.

“well, i feel like my brain holds more weight than it should hold, and all the weight belongs to the thoughts screaming loud in it. the voices dictating how i should feel. how i should react. and my body complies with it.” “it's like, i have my worst enemy trapped in my head. then i realise, my worst enemy is myself..or these thoughts..but myself as well. and do you know how hard it is to fight back against yourself? you don't, ofcourse you don't. i mean you shouldn't know how that feels like. i wouldn't wish that upon anyone..although i wish worse upon myself. i wouldn't mind shredding my skin to pieces but i'd mind hurting others with my words. because no self worth exists, because i can't find it no matter how hard i look and i looked everywhere, but i ran out of locations now. so it's based on how people feel about me. and tell me, who could love someone as troubled as i, when even my own self, has given up on me?” “ah it's like having bruises on the insides of every inch of my body. it's when my blood cells are so focused on healing the ones on the outside they forget that what's on the inside matters as well. IT'S WHEN YOU HAVE SELF-INFLICTED BRUISES. it's when you don't want them to heal. it's when you want to bleed. it's when you don't think it matters. when you don't think, you, matter.” “it's when the sound of death tastes better than your favorite flavor of icecream. it's when you eat to fill your empty spaces, and then throw it up because you're not used to being full even it's only for counted minutes. it's all the days when you don't eat too. all the days when getting out of bed seems too hard of a task to get done with. so when i tell you i'm tired, i don't mean i need to sleep. (although i might need some of that too.) when i tell you i'm tired, know that i mean every step i take away from my bed takes a whole lot of strength i can't seem to find in myself.”

you'd reply with;

“i'm sorry. but you know? it's just because of your environment. and you let things get to you often, don't you think? i mean we all have those days sometimes. i even felt depressed yesterday, myself. but you get over it you know? why aren't you over it? do you pray? no? maybe that's why. okay, it's okay. it'll all be okay once you see things differently. i mean it's all in your head, okay? you need to be more positive, where does all this negativity come from? baby, tired is just a better word for lazy. and you don't want to die, do you? you do? well, you're too young to know what you want anyway. i was like you when i was a kid and look at how i am now happy and well. are you okay, now? you are? okay, cool. nice talking to you.”

and here's what i want to say but don't;

“i'm not sad. i'm empty. i'm not misguided, i know the way. but every way seems to be the wrong way for me to take. i don't lack faith in "god", i lack faith in myself. and i'm not okay, so stop telling me i am. stop telling me it's all in my head, i'm very aware that it is. hence, the "mental" illness. tell me, instead, that you want to hear me talk. tell me you'll listen even when you don't understand. tell me you'll be here even when it might not be enough for me. only a few might understand and i don't expect you to be one of them but just please stay.”

i think i want to stay in the closet for while. uncomfortable over misunderstood, don't you think?

Cuff me to your
Bed
Run your tounge al over
My body
Stop at my *****
Lick around it
And then in it
As you rip my ******* off

You know that feeling when music plays in the background
Whipped cream and strawberries on the bed
most people rush through I'd rather take it slow instead
You know that feeling when there's rose petals,
That lead inside the room
We both stand here naked as we wait upon the moon
You know that feeling when it starts
If my tounge starts on your body
Is when you give me most your heart
You know that feeling when you say he's a teaser
well tonight my lady I ll be your pleasure pleaser
You know that feeling when it feels more better
My tounge falls between your legs
The secret that gets you wetter
As time goes by,
I hear the sound of your voice
Your love feels like church,
And I'm dying to rejoice
You know that feeling when I'm deeper
Your nails stratching my back
Your moans grow louder
and your becoming more louder
You know that feeling when your legs come to my shoulder
As we ease on to the wall
Eating until I feel a river fall
You know that feeling when  evertime I get inside
Your something like a goddess when you climb on top and ride
I know you know your riding is the best
The feeling of you riding with my face between your breast
You know that feeling when you lose control
We've went in so many places its like were trying to travel
You know that feeling when your trying to hold stable
I enter from behind as she grips on to the table
No my baby never lacks
The deeper I go in
The harder she throws it back
You know that feeling when you lasting for hours
Our bodies are both wet as she's eaten in the shower
I promise I ll always give this kind of endurance
Your body is in good hands
Your my allstate insurance
Our last position is the 69
But tonight will be 68
Because I wanna make you mines

A panic attack has a way of creeping up on you
At the start of one, you always think to yourself
"No this can't be happening"
Much like the feeling you get before you
Throw Up
The heat comes on so strong and forceful
Your internal fire, dead set on burning you
from the core out
You hadn't noticed because your knees just buckled
and you went numb
The tremors
you feel them in your fingers
To your shoulders
To your tounge
Hyperventilating
The extra oxygen
Feeds the flames

Once,
With the help from a Brittle Lake
I was able to prevent this state

Seven bucks to rent a kayak
I sliced into the lake
I paddled and paddled and paddled
My arms were introduced to a new kind of fire
A blue cleansing flame
Take a break and drift
Listen
Breath
Lament
Paddle
Feel the warmth of the sun on your face
Paddling again, now it's the breeze and spray
A smile creeped upon my face
At Lake Brittle I was able to keep the panic at bay

When days go by and I don't get any of that magic stick
I start to feel just a little bit sick
For you to leave my sheets clean
Borders on mean
Once a week used to be enough for me
But after I met you, I started craving your touch constantly
Your lips on my neck
Your tounge wondering below deck
The thrill of your ******
Quickly becoming a pleasurable must
Didn't you know that this milk was a package deal, along with the cow
Great news, huh, wow

Quickly cunning,
armed with a witted tounge.
Eyes of a murderer,
    with the rope already strung.
Coat of copper,
lying sweetly as it promises,
the appearance of a dog.

The fox feeds once again.

He runs through the brambles,
reminiscent of an open door.
Eats all the farmer's poultry.
His mouth waters no more.

As quickly as he came,
the bushes he now does part.
He has stolen a living.
He has stolen my heart.

रानी, ​​मेरा आत्मा को ले तेरा सुंदरता के साथ मेरी आंखों को संक्रमित , हम एक साथ आकाशीय तक पहुंच सकता है कि हमारे उंगलियों कनेक्ट!!!!!!!!!

English translation-           queen,
take mine soul, infect mine eyes with thy beauty, connect our fingers that we may reach the celestial together!!!!!!

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It was of the sand,
That found for me to stake upon this gamble of a purpose.
To onward journey, stout of heart, within it lines to draw and part
and dedicate my time to all that live and then depart.

And subjugate the sin of wait.
Dare i chance alignment.
To spite the constant vein of me.
That of constant bye.

For it was within the sands.
That truth illuminated
Divining is of destruct and of grand endeavor.
Those were lessons I to learn.
Yet warnings seen, but not to heed.

So to venture bold, embark.

Here I found myself about, a place that i not know.
Lacking proper courtesy that guides the proper tongue.
At a time of caving doubt in youth while throwing caution.
Such foolishness and acts so grave with naivete.

So of this, my letting go and future now to grasp.
Then of me to newer name and shed of me my past.

That led me to a village, shambled as it small.
Oh so sharp in all contrast,
To all i'd ever known.

And then to her so small of frame
with trouble trembling.

Did I find, i've much of want and more to givings be.

The hope I find within her eyes.
Those burning eyes aglow.
Yet shaking did i look to see, the grief she held alone.

For she with nails so black and pained
with eyes of sapphires ancient flame.
Screamed, "anne nerde"?

To this I said within my lip.
My English voice that caused such shock.
"hello", and then ,"who, you"?

And puzzled as i've not the faintest
slight that cause her hate
and run away and then dismiss
or understanding me.

That left me to the mighty awe, and my stupidity.

"Am i the image of the anger, she must see everyday,
A reminder there's tomorrow, or of horrors yesterday"?

Faintly nothing can be had, so i had chanced hello.
This is me and who are you.
And her away to go.
So i was lost to all the why,
and all who heard it so.

Then to suspect, short of counsel and left of reason why.
I shatter peace with solace small and and watch you drain your eye.

So to all that spun around
with jaws so slack with shock.
Made of this a curse and huddle?
Of what, they they took of stock?

They must be of the panic.
They must be many dead
And this is now my crucible
and now i know there dread?

" How dare i cause such great alarm? in such fleeting passing
" i said hello, only hello
and then, but"who are you"?.


All but mine
All faces white blood.

And then the moment shock!

For then i heard, "olu"!!!

"For I said, hello and who ," but she heard only death.

And forgiveness in this place
Was shown not least the trace.

Awaken this, the anger, rage  the mighty great temult.

For announced by all around  
"You utter with most care.

This place if of the teetering
and none dare hear dispair."

So please a caution with your greeting.
For broken hearts here tear

And the tokens of your kindness,
Can be swallowed up in here
Its brought to doom, this little girl by violence and it's snare
Was brought to this, by fault of tounge
bignine and shambled care.

Then better us
To purse a lip
And hope the slight be small,
The reaping can be had
But never excise fault
It is of divinty
So pray we judgment halt.
This is of the manner known
Yet are still unseen

For all the slights be large or small
None are are fully owned


And All the workings good of heart
Must be done 
and done discreet.

Solitude?
My breath still fights for the taste of resin.
This sweet complacent home.
Solitude?
The crest mint wraps the tounge in lies.
I stare, hungry, at my phone.
Solitude?
"What did you say?"
Shrieks pierce my eardrums.
Solitude?
"Go away!"
The silence ensues.
Solitude?
"What do you mean?!"
It's nothing new.

I want to make people laugh
And as their eyes dance
I sing inbetween the rhythm
Of a half naked clown
Another poetry lit

As you may presume
I have a knack for the gloom
But uh uh my wicked bunny
Trix are for rabbits and
Laughter for the kids

So eat your heart out
Pull out your tounge
Make your soul bliss
As laughter hangs from above

And kiss the stars again
As the night returns its moon
To the window in time
Whom we'd all like to meet
Again soon

As I have gotten Older
And less active with my Age
I long 4 the lust of my Youth
The passion and the Rage
The longing 2 stick my fingers
and my tounge
in warm, wet,  juicy space
2 feel excited by Flesh
and **** @ a fevered pace
I've lost so much
Of my Face
Yerning 4 that
Speical PLACE
I Feel My *****
All Gone In Haste
I Taste Her Lower  Lips
All Sticky With *** Like Paste

I've been looking at the world from a different perspective

IG filters and Snapchat interceptions

I was off the grid,  I am now in inception

Social media dance floors
no escape or exceptions

what do you stand for?
put your hands in the septic

so your arms can take all the **** that
Your legs normally dealt with

Apartment, complex complicated life consequences

Brothers life deciphered
into the trenches

Despite all of the help we lent him

Life can be a loan when you are alone
It can get expensive

Don't own a home,
but I could show you what rent is

I could show you what hustle is,
I'm that relentless

Slick mouth, silver tounge...this is manifested

Bike peddling, rebelling Ambidextrous

Quiet devilish, my medicine makes most hella lit

I speak in crooked tongues like most nuns who settle with

Being Singular minded there Vibes are so celibate

A courier in this Corredor settlement

How do I, in these times, stay not high but relevant

I'm confined in thin lines, tell them **** time,
if the sunshine, makes us dumb blind

Like retail and it's details with the big signs

See this conclusion is just a visual illusion
A cesspool in the mainstream visual pollution

This vortex is just a digital confusion
Digits to acidic, hash tags for the lab rats to abuse them

watch me slipstream into a hazmat suit and snap back to an audience all the toxics that I'm using

my minds a clock incapsulated in the bottom of a backpack but only in math class, I state facts for your amusement

How can you do this?! Who the **** are you kid?!

I'm Duke Nukem with a scorpion fist ready to hiduken!

I'm Isaac Newton with a paint brush when I do this

Painting photosynthesis with my sentences, I conclude with...

Nothing but a chronological order I cause a cascade of disorder

I'm on the edge don't **** with me and my border...can't **** with me I'm the best this visual mess is what your ordered

I sense something off.
A partical of a strand to the millionth degree.
Some sence is not making sense.
If i feel with my heart
If i see with my eyes
If i feel with my touch
If i hear with my ears
If i taste with my tounge..
Yes, let me taste with my tounge.
Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine.
Let us paint this white flag red
With all our love and bloodshed.
Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours.
Until two hearts beat as one
Until the swagger of our hips collide
Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.

Hold my hand like the cat holds my tongue
and ask me to tell you a secret.
I will reveal to you words only my pillow has heard
and find the ones that got caught in the past.
For they meant the most,
and mean even more now.

Don't let the sweat of your palm loose the grip of my fingers
For when my hand is cold,
Your presence becomes not so present