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ArturVRivunov Oct 2011
life is never what it seems to be, always reoccuring with a thought as put upon the length of arms that revolutionize this thought. . .for those that can be bought,
is day like today less then feeling of want to rot, because so simple as a breeze brought down your temperment to be pleased. . .caught in a storm, that has outlasted
longer then your heart to feel content and warm, to feel the essence of a breath among a group of bad breaths, in other words, to breath among a group of brothers and sisters
from whom you can gain so much. But life is never what it seems to be, instead you look yourself in the mirror pointing at me, you, fool. Glowing from ragging frustration,
the toll blows for you unsurpassable deflation, because it is not for your hand that grows for the motion, to pick which ******* **** you want to lotion. Spearing the reasons,
the ego is your hero, born to work zero, and trusted with such hand to uphold all by command. To twist on the ****, that opens your door, to circumstances i certainly care less
the **** to continue to explore. But with this slight little mention, please pay close attention because this song is a *****. At least to explain the message, my whole is a
whole that takes life time to experience and grow, and appreciate the things that stoop all the levels around me, no barrier, no door, just genuine life experience to bring me
to come to this point to explain to the world something within the self, that is described by astute persons, for whom these ideas carry on to fulfill an immense part of
something that is casually slipped in and never thought about because it is told within reason that humanity cannot be without such astute person's idealogy. For **** sake my
friend, if your have many common sense, think of the common thing that has driven you to come to the conclusion that you have come to about anything. Everything is absolute and
existent and is evoked through the means. . .from the time of your dissapating freedom, as kids, not as adults, because look at how adults are this days. They teach their kids,
and they let others teach their kids, but the kids never get the feeling of being free. I promiss you, that cry or emotion you have experienced due to lack of friendliness from a
neighboring ****, it is an instillement that sparks up many motions of your life to believe into bizarre things the world portrays. For myself, I find the starting point of my
when I first breathed my first sensible air, when I walked in my own two feet without guidance as to where my eyes were seeing. How can a mind be so tender, lost by the misconformed
train thogh after train thought. That is why I find schooling such a fascinating ruthless thing that can be broken into several fashions as to why is that case. But not even
reason to fashion an answer that I know will and is definetly can be viewed to abhold a societal dismark of "wF"is wrong with that guy's mind. He must be **** casing a storm to
bring an ideaology of thought or some **** religion, but that's what so funny to me. I find everything in life comedic, non concerning except at times if I feel similar to
someone adjacent because that is their essence in my prescence, and I feel the need to comfort it, to bring back the importance of that self. The part of life I find so comedic,
how bits and bits and everything with **** have all so many fascinating
things to learn from, the progression of one's mind never attains self worth in the world with something interfering. That something interfering for example, is me personally
writing what is can be taken as pointless and presenting my writing to you how I say I do. But did I say how I am presenting this writing, absolutely not. So brings the funny,
that school teaches the aspect of disfigurament of a person's essence. This thing is a complete oblivion to everything and anything, that because even though I did not specify
how I tone myself on this paper, there is the predicament to assume that I am very angry deranged person who but pokes charasmatically at something no one can grip, because he
is portraying me the image the way I was bred to see. But then it is so **** funny, you can also take my words describing
all that I intend to explain and stick them against me to simplify your circumstances as to the causitive feeling your experiencing, and maybe the confusion that I am creating
noting a significant point that I do write intentionally without any figurative wording, just simply talking about this to evoke a presence of an essence within you that is hindered,
by what type of **** everybody is wearing, where they are starring, who is ******* and adoring, and who's simply the **** because they don't fit in a deranged group, developed by
ego-centric level stingers, who but want either good for you, or it is the drive to profit from you everything. That is, words blah blah, can take stroll
on one day's role and make no complete sense, and all they did were live the sense of a tangled mind that fostered on what has been in some form, taught, over
what you can call a lively existence, considering how much traumatizing headaches this could cause, and resembled among a group of similar constituents with similar reasons
as to whatever the situation might be. I could point this out within one sentence, but it wouldn't hold any deeper understanding of this essence, so instead I decide with all
my reasoning and tremendous experience that even to some, even at this gritty expertisians who grease up the world to guess everything based on study and reasoning by other humans,
who believe all these ideas are shifters to the mind but always stem the relentless, functioning without any perspectives open to the idea that mold humans into one spatial and far better
so called community, which in all it's case has lost the essence to preserve the self without a ***** on the back. That ***** of course is the communal ****, that builds from a
trigger of words, then they teach the brain as if it is known how to be as a functioning unit. The amount doesn't matter, the amount that is thought brings hope, but the most
amount to the self is the function of you, like I feel I function amongst anyone because I have come to terms and realize what really important things I have learned from my life.
My life to some is gripping, only because it sounds unbelievable, but of that life I found the same driving forces that drive madness even today, and has been reaccuring for as
long as some form of expression has been. And in all humiliation of humanity, or as I consider it digression of being self around the bounds of comfortability, it has been
a grand experience to see many a people transgress from the point of my meeting them with a continuous contact to the point of now, and then, and future plausible. But then
and future plausible for me stand out as notions needless of evocations due to the fact that the self is a dwindling factor hung by a rope to swing the way the self first portrayed
to me, and then to the direction away from the first encountered mind. But in all, without senseless ignorance, I do understand these things are studied for a reason, for a reason
that is workable to be as they are for some variables do affect person's in many different way. That is why, the sense of one roof and too many aloof is but a big spoof. With
sensibility, how can forging something into your life help you to achieve greatness within self to portray it in a manner plausible. The only way is as a current flows, so do
the gulls.



where do you. . .come from. . .so many leagues unbeknownst among my dreams.
life is never what it seems. . .until i met your eyes.. . that built
my stongest implication, dire in desire to live a life inspired. . .
but then so is, to dream upon what tends on building motivation. . .
life is beautiful sensation. . .
from the first rainfall with you meeting outside spontaneous realm. . .
we fought the solemn wind to calm our cumbered spirits. . .taking flight,
fighting what might have been. . .semeless to even entertain. . .lost in
each others warmness. . .everything we built tended harmless.

now see how we have. . .related to each other's hearts. . .left the scrutinity
at obscurity prolonged on scale of mirror. . .where it has always belonged.
now it's just time darling
i promiss it wont be long until our roots bind the maximum strong.

from even across the plains, and mountain long trip stains. . .i feel
less pain. . .from what's the phrase non loose then gain, consorting time
absorbing each other's essence in rhyme.
the deepest of sensation of you. . .the meekest of me, makes me be the simple thing
that i've reconnected to . . .to realize, the sensation of you. . .from our first
encounter, i felt deep into your eyes. . .what agree's none behind with lies. . .
you evoked the deepest motion within my sphere of emotion not to betray myself within
this realm and dark frivolous potion. . .for my first set of emotion set on your tone behind
this potion. . .

i face you eye for an eye of every day until i die, but will ever will i die. . .not with you
never. . .darling angel, angel you are my expressive tone to call you so. . .nothing more
is the essense of you that you seem to implore, how busy life must be. . .we need feel free
to good ridance from this fee that life doesn't instill our good griefs beyond simple joys and beliefs. . .
for simply darling we are each other's heart beats, if it's simple smell of you
i will carry out my deeds in hell. . .beneath on hearth this earth, where all of us have been given
birth. . .but sent to spend what is driven by multipolluted cord, the time in blunt approach from
the thing that planted our roots. . .

how i feel you is simply too rich for some dirt to enrich you. . .i simply love and cherish
every bit of your essence, it has lifelong presence that even doing what they call
reminiscing, can't surpass living without missing what they have been reminiscing. . .
i cherish you beyond what little faith can teach about having bigger faith, when all my hopes
ride faithful slopes without elongated stops and rope bearing hopes. . .
my life i see to the extent to remorse only what some feel beyond scope of too openly. . .
but how can i retreat on what i can't stop to feel to protect you from, to their heads we are getting closely. . .
how in the scope of your first essence, can i give up to give way to ruin such pure essence. . .

i understand the world makes a feeling for such pure feeling is counted by blessings. . .
and in order for us to make it, that thought i feel senseless baking . . .constant roll of assorted
reasons for why we bleed to them treasons . . .for how can i express, how simple love doesn't
just digress, or something with time you invest. . .it's simply have been a joy of building
together a foundation for our nest. . .**** the rest. . .**** the pest. . .the world is the best
when sleepers are put to rest and the spark of commune are dwellers dwelling on these mischivers'
locked up chest. . .
to find out that darling. . .you simply are a joy to give me whole, that i'm not uninspired troll
reluctant to breath beside the one he placed his greed upon. . .or her, or it. . but all the essence
is closed and beat, by some known with ideals humanity can't consider too farfetched to bare to grit. . .
and sway to the essence that i hold in my glances. . .are as simple as these branded constructed norms
that most tend to manipulate and distort to one contorted form. . . .so all can bend into one socket for 365
degree view that most tend to agree. . .but never really see.

i know it's many there with this essense around the breeze of an aura, that simply are stranded too far apart by such horror.. .
to relent their essence with their prescence. . .to whom Barbarians find the essence is planted full on messes.
but how can we relate to such things darling. . .when the first glow of your essence showed me life full
of memories by the smile in your eyes, glowing beauty of any sort. . .i feel the world will someday . . .
take flight. . .in my way, but **** that. . .i'm to speak when my message is too simple, provoked only by the
thought, "protect the world its miser mother has been beaten". . .i can never relent, the message that is never
but to contradict what's life has not eaten. . .because of the times put to squares, living life, fostering a step back, into recluce. . .these biches wont even
say cause their too ****. . .to figure out that there's a worrior to stump them pleaded sheets out of wood. . .
i say this out for your sarcasm, elongated this song a bit to give you big ******. . .so when you repose, you
think nothing but what side are the pro's. . .and enter them into oblivion, grasping each by the billion, how
can i repose for i know, without one word it is and has been always come down to the special chosen million. . .

because my darling, i feel the miser that this essence in me you inspire, is up and target for no good. . .for
these pleaded fockers granted themselves unrelentless priveleges for centuries, changing diepers to giving
blood diamond marriages. . .riding on what they call prestine carriages. . .oh what,you don't recognize this
what the world has come to building from everybody's demise. . .feeding on high rise. . .splitting cots in the
rots, most alluded with plots and continued building upon the essence of you, keeping you stewed, brewing up a flu. . .
to this day when i met you. . .
will never cease your memory by only that it was circumstance. . .romance among thieves denying our chance to dance. . .
with one glance, their world just plopped a chance. . .for i know they know who im refering to, without a glance
i'm sure they feel my stance just to look **** eyed puking. . .**** blocking their world to rocking, while else where goes to foster under
this ugly monster. . .stooped on a porch ******* their air, without any underwear. . .haha must be due to how
much pull goes to their hair. . .how do i, they feel ****** diddlidy ****, what, is this person a human or a
restored frame of mind living. . .i can't be what's in my eyes to be believing, but i simply am retarted man. . .
a ******* rough psychological fighting bluff, to them i would. . .but trust me, how could i in my life, i
never could.. . .fall to false pretention, that life is a great invention, that my desire's are for simple
hires. . .for i know my life evolves around that which your first essence, darling, we built stronger everyday
to our future of what we call present. . .

life with you, i simply can't resent. . .but figure out what's best
to make what we don't need to make. . . because the essence uproots life's shrivel of what they call romances. . .
rooting upward from the seed we planted on the day people deside to bleed
all over the notion, that this emotion they conquered stems from shot of elixir handed down from the heavens by
some they call cupid fixer. . .relentless, they push through many dances. . .all so strained and constricted by many
glances, restricting their free essence to feel in whole their life is shot down by simple messes. . . .
but you, none taken, broken and mistaken. . .how can simple things be so. . .when you know my essence for you is
far greater then what one instance can remark for the whole, i feel simply. . .protect you from their hole and
bind you with my essence that strives in whole. . .even through tormenting lonely dances. . .when i saw the world an ugly form. . .
nowhere to want to run to, or feel
resentment.. . where's life going to go. . .if my essence in a whole feeds you. . .away to their
mysterious goal. . .i wouldn't have the patience to ***** their abnormal pretence, as if life is sweet with
such mysterious fowl. . .create little thought to create bigger picture, many aditions just create tensities
among those who bicker, loosing control each time only quicker. . .that's why it's never lesser to speak for the lesser
dresser, or the person they showed you, that looked like he ******* told you, but instead they made the mistake
to grow lower. . . cowering even bolder. . . what **** is the point of that. . .to say it none meeker as if its meant to outcast the bleeker
. . .i'm not that so. . .to scowl like fowl crackhead, loosing self reliance to gr
Edinette Feb 2018
The stigma that sensitive people are weak needs to diminish.
Just because she feels things down to her bones does not mean she is weak.
She carries everything. Her feelings, other people’s feelings, the world around her as she takes it all in.

* *
Sensitivity is deemed feeble.
Thick-skinned people are the brave ones, right? They have endured so much that they no longer feel anything. Snide remarks, rude comments, and stressful situations roll off their skin like water during a storm. If it’s already pouring, why worry about each droplet?

*
That is the problem, she thought to herself. Are brave people truly brave?
No.
Brave people are the true cowards. Rather than taking their experiences and feeling them, letting them seep into their bones to become the marrow which fuels their bodies, they shut them away; skeletons in a closet.
They have become numb to the baggage they carry at the expense of growing numb to everything else.

*
People around her are merely living in this world, she decided, whereas she was absorbing it.
In the spring she lays in the grass, running her fingers through each blade as if it were the Earth’s hair.
When summer nights bring a light breeze, she imagines spirits are hugging her.
In the fall when it rains, she spreads her arms wide and gazes up to the sky, knowing that each water droplet that falls is Mother Nature peppering her skin with kisses.

*
Others are too preoccupied making sure their skeletons do not peer out of the closet.
Strength, after all, is the ability to withstand vast amounts of pressure and God knows how much force those skeletons must bear.


*
In the middle of the night, her father hears her talking to someone, except there is no response. It is as if she is conversing with herself when in actuality, she is conversing with her skeletons.
After midnight when others have drifted off to sleep, hoping that their skeletons do not come to haunt them, she is wide awake, her closet door open.
She lays in bed and asks her anxiety how it’s day was, laughs at a witty comment that her depression has made about her life, and gives thanks to the insult a bully gave her in the first grade for making her the person she is today.
The things that should weigh her down, she has befriended. They come to visit so often, anyways.

* *
She wonders how someone who has mastered the art of suppressing their feelings is braver than someone who has mastered the art of acknowledging their feelings.
The strength it takes to keep the closet door shut is immense.
However, it takes an unsurpassable amount of resilience to carry the world in her heart and soul while still having the courage to open her closet without being afraid of the things that could jump out at her.
Matt Sep 2014
Alan Watts said the Hindus
Say get lost man

Get caught up in the beauty of life
The Hindus see life as a great drama

What a fun day I had yesterday

I had steel cut oatmeal for breakfast
Then worked out at the gym

At night I was at the putting green
In the distance I see a man slowly disappearing as he jogs away

To my right A mother soothes and holds a baby

Today I was at two different college campuses
I recorded some of Alan Watts' book on the Tao

So many beautiful women
I walked around campus
And saw such beautiful women

Oh my goodness
I could not believe how short
Some of the women's shorts were
They barely covered their tight bottoms

I'm not complaining
The women really love
To strut their stuff at this Christian University I attended

Tonight I was at old junior college
I took classes there ten years ago

First I walked around
I was smiling as I listened to Kashmir
People smiled at me too
I think they saw what a good time I was having

I had my Australian hat on
It is great because it covers the neck

Then I watched water polo
Referee blows whistle
Swimming back and forth

Then I was walking
And a guy with a Led Zeppelin shirt walked by
I told him I was listening to Kashmir
He said, "awesome" and walked by
What a strange coincidence for that to happen!

I was so content
Lying on grass with back against small rock
I saw a young Indian man
Do a side flip
He is skillful acrobat!
I laughed because it was so amazing
I almost clapped for him but didn't

Tao is wise mother
Tao is everyday consciousness

On way back to car
I looked at home across the street
There was big television on

I came home
And put glass of orange juice in freezer
It became like orange slushee
Yummm!

I am watching youtube tutorials on how
To do sideflips and Kip Ups
Maybe I will try to do a Kip Up
But side flip too hard for me!
Also it looks kind of dangerous

Now I listen
To Heart Sutra
As I type

Every Boddhisatva depends on highest perfect wisdom
Because mind meets no obstacle
Because no obstacle no fear is born

Gone beyond all topsee turvey absolutes
Attain Nirvana
Past Present and Future

Every Buddha depends on highest perfect wisdom
Therefore attain supreme perfect enlightment

Sentient beings are numberless,
I vow to save them,
Desires are inexhaustible,
I vow to put an end to them.
The Dharmas are boundless,
I vow to master them.
The Buddha Way is unsurpassable,
I vow to attain it.  

When I was walking today I felt
Like I was walking on air
Mitch Prax Jan 2015
You are prettier than a peacock's feathers
Sweeter than all of the sugars
Funnier than the highest of jesters
Like the distant stars,
You cannot be surpassed
You are my universe,
nothing is more vast
Dana Valerie Mar 2016
the sky blushes at the sight of you
while the wind can't keep its hands away,
caressing
feeling
kneading/needing every inch of your delicate frame and together you dance through the dawn in an intricate waltz to music only you can hear

the sky blushes at the sight of you
while the clouds whisper sweet things about you,
gossiping
admiring
lusting over the concept that someone as beautiful as you might be able to one day love them too, but knowing you wont they disperse and clear your view to leave only the blushing sky in their wake with nothing left to hide behind

the sky blushes at the sight of you
while the moon attempts to catch one last glimpse of you
sneaking
stretching
peeking over the horizon to see just how beautiful a creature you are, but it can't stay long so it settles for the scrapes on your knees and the bruises on your knuckles and can't help but think that they only add to your unsurpassable beauty

the sky blushes at the sight of you
while you stare at the stars that are rapidly and seemingly altogether
fading
melting
disintegrating because the sky cannot help but stare back at the lovely soul that gazes above to make the sky wonder if it's pretty enough, so the sky goes through every colour to please you, black, blue, grey, purple, orange, before finally giving up in a fit of embarrassment that you always seem to find prettiest

the sky blushes at the sight of you
while you can't help to blush back
The Terry Tree Dec 2014
You are the echo
On the other side
Of the room
In my heart
You are the beat
That drums within
Every brand new
Day I start

You are the rise
You are the fall
Of every sun
And every moon

Every moment
That I turn around in
If I want to give up
You tell me,
"Not yet,
It's too soon..."

You are the hope
In which I live and dream
The silver clouds and
Colored schemes

I am grateful for my arms
To embrace the love
I've found
In you

I am grateful for my words
To speak the truth
Of how you make
Me feel

I am grateful for my nerves
That send the signals
To let me know
You are here

I am healed

I am grateful for my eyes
For without them
I would have
No sight

Hold me now
In this moment I have found
I am on a journey
To your house of
Living light

I am empowering
My deepest nature
You are the word that
Enlightens my
Destiny
You are the echo
That resonates
Within me

Unearth this infinite
Measure from within
That I can sense
You are the ultimate
Eternal presence

Wake me up
No, let me sleep
You are the holy place
Inside that I never
Want to leave

There are two wolves
Deep within my heart
A wolf of love
And a wolf of hate
I feed the wolf
That resonates
With your love
For your love
Is my love
And my love
Is your
Love

Brilliant, shining
Gorgeous love
Penetrating
From above

I allow this place
To hold me at
All times
I allow your
Breath of love
To rise
Inside
Me like
A dove

My lungs are filled
With truth
My lungs are filled
With you
A breath of wings
Fly like prayers
That say thank you
To your incredible
Warmth as you
Swarm around me
You are there
With a vibration
I can't see
But I can recognize
As your fire
Melts away all pain
Before my
Eyes

You are the echo
On the other side
Of the room
In my heart
You are the beat
That drums within
Every brand new
Day I start

My echo
My sacred journey
My love-connection
The ultimate direction
My favorite footprint
Unsurpassable
Presence of
Protection

I am open to your love
And the boundaries that
Separate me from
The rest of the world
Fall away as I
Evolve

You enlighten
You revolve
You are
A bright blue
Reflection
A sun-filled
Soft Blanket
Of affection

I journey to
Your life house
You are my
Dreamcatcher
My new way of being
You are
The beautiful echo
I'm living and
Breathing

© tHE tERRY tREE
Ziggy Zibrowski May 2010
There's a malevolent, benevolent storm on the coast,
boasting unsurpassable power.
I used to feel a mother's embrace here, in the
displacement. The imprint of my mortal mold
through the waves,
but now these white caps
remind me of frequencies written in bed sheets.
My feet freeze and
melt into the sand.
Commanding my stature be strong
as these longing strides return me
diligently to the seas,
free of the once binding shackles;
your infidelity.
copyrighted May 2010.
Mohit Kalwadia May 2012
One shouldn't sleep more than necessary; as extra
sleep induces paramount laziness; ruins the ability of
a person to work diligently,

One shouldn't eat more than necessary; as extra food
lying dumped in the stomach; reduces your ability to
have fun; fantasize and sizzle in the corridors of
romance,

One shouldn't dance more than necessary; as extra
gyrating the body; weakens the stem of mesmerizing
ideas in the brain; instilling the legs with
inevitable sleep,

One shouldn't whistle more than necessary; as extra
whistling causes the air in the mouth to exhaust; and
makes a person falter in his speech; grasp for breath;
immediately after it,

One shouldn't cry more than necessary; as extra
shedding of tears makes the eye bloodshot and and
swollen; rendering a person unfit to walk on the
streets,

One shouldn't write more than necessary; as extra
penning down of words creates a disdain for majestic
art; and the fragile fingers then intractably refuse
to even emboss down your name,

One shouldn't swim more than necessary; as the
poignant spray of the saline sea causes erratic
allergy to the entire skin; also there is always the
danger of the monstrous shark creeping in,

One shouldn't drink wine more than necessary; as the
alcohol has a profoundly inebriating effect on the
nerves; makes a person loose complete control of his
actions; body and speech; after consuming a few sips,

One shouldn't blow one's nose more than necessary; as
excessive sneezing; engenders the moisture in the
nostrils to amazingly evaporate; and a person ends up
inhaling bellows of hostile fire; instead of
compassionate air,

One shouldn't shout more than necessary; as
unprecedented screaming; foments the chords in your
throat to wear out; and you eventually find yourself
unable to even mew as softly as the cat; after a few
minutes,

One shouldn't talk more than necessary; as baseless
talk yields plenty of secrets; and a person sometimes
in his inexorable urge to talk; doesn’t notice the
bored yawns becoming eminent and clear in the
vicinity,

One shouldn't clean more than necessary; as
unsurpassable amount of cleaning; leads to scraping
away the oils of nature; the rudiments of color which
add loads of vibrancy to life,

One shouldn't spend more than necessary; as exorbitant
expenditure results in dismal bankruptcy; and suddenly
the accounts replenished with surplus money till
yesterday; seem to be like veritable ghost towns
today,

One shouldn't fight more than necessary; as incessant
war leads to lots of bloodshed; and what started as
just a test of nerves and skill; now ends up being a
battle of blood,

One shouldn't read more than necessary; as
overwhelmingly browsing through the books night and
day; has disastrous aftermaths on robust sight,

One shouldn't kick more than necessary; as ferocious
kicking evokes heaps of tension; perpetuates hurling
of a volley of abuses at each other; and thereby
disrupting the placid environment,

One shouldn't spit more than necessary; as continuous
spitting produces squalid streaks of dirt in the
area's you tread; and sometimes you find yourself
tripping head on; in the same slime you ejected out on
this earth,

One shouldnt't preach more than necessary; because at
times you tend to become a victim of your own ideals;
rather than having an impact and changing the lives of
other humans,

I think I have bored you enough with this unending
list of 'shouldnt's', but before emancipating I would
like to tell you; that there is indeed a thing that
you should do more than necessary; and which does not
have anything such as necessary or unnecessary in the
dictionary of its existence,

O! yes the thing I am talking about is none other than
your all time favorite, and which you must be dying to
proclaim at the moment as 'PASSIONATE LOVE'...
Lucky Queue Jan 2013
Why do we sentient beings,
We intelligent masses of flesh and bone
Feel an inclination to wonder?
To admire and collect and ****** beautiful things?
To pluck a flower from a forbidden garden,
And to taste  lethal meat?
To see and feel and smell
And hear and taste
Until our synapses overload
And we experience nothing more
Than an achingly painful
And powerfully unsurpassable joy?
Maybe this is what it means to be human...
Marvin Paul Jan 2017
The beginning of the end.
A sandstorm made a huge 400 floor library sink beneath the sand.
At times a tall tower can be seen sticking out of the sand.
There are wolfs bringing information from across the land.
The library overseen by a spirit of an owl.

Many have tried to find the library but they threw in the towel.
The library has a huge ancient observatory.
A huge telescope looking at the stars tells a story.
There are parts of the library that has been untouched for a century.
There is an extremely huge card catalogue.

It even owns books from ancient babylon.
The library has various gateways.
The bookshelves looks like endless hallways.
There are parts that are inaccessible. 
The libraries knowledge is unsurpassable.

A huge staircase that is broken. 
The timepiece on the wall is broken.
A Lot of travellers got lost. 
The library is filled with snow, sand, moss and the one room is filled with a forest.
The library is full but it still has a lot of storage.
Kurt Carman Mar 2016
As I peer across the Mountain range of my life,
I see a vast array of peaks and valleys,
Roads that wander near and far.

Some roads seemed unsurpassable,
Some roads were thought to be inconceivable,
Some roads I felt were unapproachable,
And I see them all as landmarks in my life.

The one road in the very middle of my lifescape,
The one that's known for being less traveled,
I so often avoided and I don't understand why.

Some roads seemed impossible,
Some roads were thought to be infallible,
Some roads lead to intimacy,
And I see them all, good or bad as milestones in my life.

Standing at the base of the mountain top,
I feel a presence encouraging me to climb the summit.
My breathe becomes heavy, my limbs are numb but my mind is focused.

Advancing the summit, I pull myself above the misty clouds,
Peering below I find oceans of generations that have gone before me....but were never forgotten,
And one stands at the forefront, with arms outstretched, an unforgettable smile, and love thats unending.

There's only one road that leads us to an island universe where we live on forever past fatality.
All roads have the same waypoint which leads us to forever.
Close your eyes and imagine a place that does not judge and only loves.

K.Carman 2016
Miss my mother everyday. Leaving us at 45 years old was the day my world stopped. Now I look forward to our reunion. I love you Mom!
Mitchell Jul 2012
Well the nickel beer and
Lemonade has
Already been served

And there is nothing else
That I can recognize
That claims that I am made of
Meat and bone and tissues

Who says I am man?
Who believes that I am
Not God and God alike?
And so than the hypocrites of mind
And man alike will shiver in their
Souls because the realization of their
Clear headed souls will show them
Four years of lost time and tight fitted black pants

The aim
Is beautiful

For it is full
And
FILLED WITH PURPOSE

The real beasts press
Against journalism
All trying to spread their
Highly detailed journalism with
The broken whiskey bottles of their era

In chemistry
Their is magic
And magic is merely
Man on man conflict
Where journalism presses their ink
Onto page
To produce a mere inch
Of their madness and chaos

Let lashing be the whip
Of Joyce's poetry
There once was wisdom
And Dionysus and arguments and nothing
That could spread because reality is neither
Nothing and nothing else because play
Has nothing to do with time

Because the disease of a character manning a mast
Of a man never existed
Plagues the soul of the creator
We are the agents of narcotics and of steel details
That lay to the promise
Of killing with pure reason

And everyone uses a character
For the vehicle for "quotations" is solely
To carry the story for the form of the road
That was repeated for the sake of the "story"

An lo' weighs the film
The man against himself
The U.S.A. taken over by the myth
Where myth
Could not even be defined
By our hollywood intellectuals

And than the death begins
Because youth
Was always so
Fleeting

And our age
Is always wrong
With America

For we think because we
Scream
The higher-ups are
Listening

It is laughable what
Television
Makes for
"Us"

Take the grenade and
Pinch the pin for there
Is only politics and politics is
Spelled out in day one, day two and
Day three and white make-up who
Claims to know nothing...

A regular Dylan carry.

Where are we than?

Who carries the torch?

I can't wait for the cops
To never
Carry me away for
Nothing I've always been
Doing.

And for entertainment and the
Greeks and the campaign trail
The hatred presses for the reasons
Why hate is actively productive for
Money when dealing with the flies
And maggots of Hollywood

Let the un-creative die and writhe and
Sigh with their million dollar wives
Where the rest lay with reality whose
Stones are as thick as the ones first laid

For the break is always near
And where there is nothing else
All you can rely on
Is only but the self

Where there is only night
There is no reason to scream
For the seasons have their turns
And the young have their yearns
But we, yes we...
We have reason for our season
To stretch and to breathe

I got a free hand but I got no broom
They tell me again, but I got no room
There's the check, and I start to swoon
But the taxi's here, and I'll be sleeping soon

A giant being
Where all good
Could be possible
And all finishings
Of the furnishings of

America

Have already been
Accomplished
And lay naked
To be judged
By the pressures of man
Who claim to say
They are the "speaking class"
Who speak

For all the rest

I've got no fingers
Left
And my ringers
Well their minds are on
Television's
Theft

I got no more money
I spent it all
On the freak

And the rest
I saved up
I plan on spending it on
The Geek

Take it from me
The reason to be
Is to keep on the
Breathe
And the scream

Each whisper
Shines through a plate
Of clear crystal screen
And when the happening
Let's go and closes

There will only be the
Sword swallower and
And the goat
That swears
It feels

Oh how time presses where magic
Once where and where we remember
When men were men and women were
The reason to write songs for the empty
Roads show nothing but the dim lit codes

I tell nothing of where I would like to be
For where I've been is nowhere I can see
I've lived enough to trust that life will never be O.K.
And that poet's have died in a life of disarray

Where than do I stand without you?
I pray that no worker hears what I do.
And the detective neither holds a clue
In the English grocery, the line is nill without que

And oh' hero
Who has lived past
The unsurpassable zero

Whose memory and fate
Is never too soon and never too late

Whose tambourine rings
And whose voice will always sing

A poet to die
Whose harmonica's cries
In an eternal sigh

And the laugh of naivety and truth
Where there once
Was possessed youth

The blue eyed son never
Learned the definite definition
Of a human race with a
Solution

There will always be
A Hard Rain

With ourselves
To love and never

To Frame
Travis Green Nov 2021
I thought about kissing your lips
Feeling them with my fingertips
The soothing soft surface
The loving angles and contours
Your skin agleam like a dream
Of a green forest in spring

I trace your bushy goatee
With my compassionate hands
Feel your silky strands
So dazzled by your entrancingness
Your insanely brilliant masculinity
Absolute and luminous seduction

Unsurpassable rhapsody
Immaculate caresses
In the enchanting breeze
The superb surging seas
Glistening in the bright white moonlight
I will reside with you to love you enrapturedly
--- Jun 2013
My people are ridiculed
Because of the others
The corrupt
They are intolerant
They rely on dogma
They are political powers
They spread fear
Though they have unsurpassable worth
I am talking about
Christianity
It is dying
But my faith is not
Because I follow Jesus
Not a pope
Third Mate Third Jun 2014
for Maria

you want to ask,
knowing in advance,
the answer is a scream
even if it is silent traveling,
on a frequency transversing,
that humans cannot discern

so strange is it,
that the imposition
of the interrogatory
is the almost harder part
of the two dance partners,
question and answer

a simple
"how are you"
is simply inadequate
in every respect,
it is almost,
disrespectful

for there is no how or are
and for sure, there is no
you anymore

how could there be,
when pieces of your flesh
by hot combs inquisitioner pierced,
levying cuts impervious to
medicinal magic

asking
how was your weekend,
beyond absurd,
what matters the day of the week,
when the unrepairable ailment of thy soul
has a permanence that makes
calendars superfluous

but on certain days,
certain worse than others,
because they freshly dress
the still red scars,
fresh bright pained painted with
unrepressable, unsurpassable memory agonistes
of seeds and wine

so you ask dumb,
you ask blind,
waiting for a
shotgun blast reply,
hoping you will be
the forgiving kind,
but prefacing the inanity with
a forgiveness plea confession,
"I don't know how to ask"

and you reply
"there is no correct way,
and
there is no correct answer"

and neither the interrogator
or the interrogee is content,
the Yankee boy and the Southern gal,
unless it is to scream,
till the air in the lungs depleted,
and when replenished,
having screamed to the heart's content,
the heart impaired,
cannot ever be contented

your own insane humanity prompts
to ask again, no matter,
for the only correct thing
is the asking~caring,
even though advance notice
has been given,

**there is no correct answer
nico papayiannis Feb 2016
It would seem that the seed of doubt and uncertainty does surround this existence of ours
As much belief you have in god is as much as I have that this divine presence is nothing but rooted in mythology and misconceptions
I cannot and will never try to denounce or undermine your moderate and harmless thoughts on the answer to , undeniably our burning question of seed of creation.
You too should not or really ever try to eradicate or efficiently ostracize any thought or philosophy that seeks to distribute its wealth of wisdom in another way contrary to yours.
Looking inwards from way out there , someone, somewhere may just be watching, a glimpse at this apparently unsurpassable mass of genetic mutation that has resulted in one of the only as of yet discovered intelligent species in such an unexplainable vastness of confusion. The findings of such an unbiased study would find that upon this infinitesimal piece of rock most its occupants live their lives much like the darkness that surrounds, chaotic  shambolic and ignorant to their unique stature, their unimaginable greatness.
Locked in a constant war on differences that have managed to eternally segregate and perpetuate a hatred that fuels a fire , a destructive blaze that has consumed wisdom, engulfed logic and appears to be quashing all hopes and ambitions of those who seek for themselves and primarily their children's lives , a future of certainty, a future where serenity and peace are the reasons to be, the reason to do, a future above all, silent of war and unified in defiance of aggression.
A lifetime wasted on the burden of proof rather than the warmth of acceptance
A lifetime wasted on the want of so few being the depression of so many
Just a life time simply wasted
nico papayiannis Jun 2016
the pleasing burn
                         of a resurrected sun
                       from the fading moon
                              tears do run
                        a breeze that soothes
                  through my soul it cascades
                       green valleys sparkle
                  with such beautiful parades
.            yellows that dance in a haze of blue
.          unsurpassable visions are now but a few
                              golden white
                           seeks fiery skies
                     nature has our meaning
                             she never lies
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We can behold the pleasures of our earth within the realms of mystical intrigue and social enlightenment, surrounding me are an infinite number of concrete constructions shrouding the land we so desire,
" I see a tree, I hear a car,
capitalist nirvana is not very far,"
Toby Sebastian May 2015
Sky with no clouds
Earth with no prints
A heron poised in the grasses
Meets my sightless gaze.

I have no feet and no head
Alive so alive!
Unsurpassable beauty
Is spilt all around.
Anon C Nov 2012
Hate consumes his mind, body and his soul
It fills him with rage, until he can't speak
He knows joy in life will never be whole
This hateful vibe 'round him tears and it's bleak

It burns within his soul like sparks from Hell
He feels it rise from its fiery depths
He wants to shout but he just cannot tell
If he can speak, his body is inept

This evil emotion claws at his throat
It's unsurpassable, he can't grab hold
Others see it in his eyes, they just gloat
Empty stares around him are all so cold

Hopefully it will go away someday
For then he will no longer have to pay
Written in 2005. I had originally had this in another form referring to reader as 'you' rather than 'him' My language teacher suggested I change it as it was too personal.
Jace Albine Feb 2021
When inspiration strikes
Will you be there to let it in?
Sean Hunt Nov 2015
What a kiss last night!
Ultimate exquisite bliss
From only a kiss.
I was satisfied.
It was enough.
Unsurpassable.

No yearning for more
Or for something else,
No painful neediness,
No hedonistic greedy
Begging for
Those blasphemous bells
That shake the house
And douse the mind
With dullness and deadness
Then sleep.

I awoke
With the microscopic memory
Of a slow caresssing
Of mouths
And  tongues,
Of each holy moment,
And a silent sigh
Of ecstasy.

It was only a dream

Sean Hunt  
Windermere November 15 2015
To see video of poem visit:
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nico papayiannis Apr 2016
I can feel in my soul,
the howling wind,
I can feel in my soul,
that mankind has sinned.
The burning rays
of our raging sun,
mark the point,
where our suffering begun.
As sure as the water
always flows,
away our liberty and sanity
so easily blows

The nature of
our evolution,
has handed us only,
one conclusion.
Our time it is limited,
and divine,
our responsibility is to ensure
that our future continues to shine.

So easy it is
to presume
that this life
is a darkened room.
But history paves the way,
and our lives are deteriorating,
way beyond reason we will expand,
until there is no explaining

No code to decipher,
our actions, our deeds,
our depravity,
coupled with our grotesque needs,
the hand that feeds,
the furnishing of our greed

A flower that thrives
in a meadow golden,
the sign of a prosperous delight.
Watch as it wilts,
tarnishes this wonderous
unsurpassable sight.

See our dreams
and how they grow,
into the arms of desperation
they so easily go.
Taste the sweetness,
the nectar of existence,
indulge in addiction
its the common insistence.
Behold our infamous stature ,
a not so glorious rapture
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
The outline of your body my favorite shape
Yearning to feel lips touch my necks nape
I had danced before
Never standing still
Around you atoms tango with an unsurpassable thrill
Your words are melodies spoken with ease
Cells waltzing with eachother doing what they please
And let me take a moment
Explain how I feel
Sound of your laughter tingles like an electric eel
The rain and clouds do not feel still like bad weather
Sun shining in hearts as long as we're together
To life you have brought enlightenment and love
Souls seem to fit together better than a glove
All woes from the past depart when you're near
When you leave they take some time to reappear
I rise in the morning without seeing your face
There is nothing I hate more than the space
This must be fate
Destiny
Our lost souls meant to be
I know it was no coincidence we met
Travis Green Oct 2021
You are a unique
And unsurpassable present to me
My sweetest and most aromatic
Honey lover, brown eyes like
A fresh, tasty bagel, like autumnal
And brilliant leaves, personifying
Power and trustworthiness
Lively lips like the brightness
Of the sunlight, blanket me
In your dreams and passionately
Flaming kisses, your mustache
Emblazoned upon your face
Such sexiness that seduces me
Completely, takes over my flesh
Illuminates my inner magical place
With the need to be encompassed
In your formidableness and venerableness
nivek Jul 2021
voices of the dead
mingle with those yet to die

and those yet to be born
no nothing of death

and death stands immovable
unsurpassable

yet first you have to have tasted life
even if only a dividing cell.
Travis Green Jul 2022
I have the burning urge to immerse
My inner world into your enrapturing shimmering attraction
Feel your unsurpassable mantastical passion
Immaculate debonair boulevardier
You carry me to the deepest dreamiest heavens
You entrance my intellect
You romance my delectable sexable vessel

Your stellarly sculpted chest
Feels so comfortable against my phenomenal unstoppable cha-chas
Your hotness makes me taut
Your rude rock-hard pulchritude
Soothes my smooth, sultry body
You charm every part of my bone
In all your fervent earth-shattering rareness

There is measureless perfectness
Surging throughout your immersiveness
Such luscious thundering muscles
Freshalicious venerable lover man
You are my splashy swag king
A crowned sound dream
Resplendent with stupendous gleaming wonderment
Your unconquerably dominant structure
Makes my heartland hover in utter speechless seduction

I drown in your unbounded profoundness
Enshrouded in your desirable spellbinding delight
You melt me in your lush tuff hot stuff
You are a glowing, growing wildfire in my soul
Increasing in scope, composing spectacular
Noteworthy notes on the creative canvas
Of my rainbow superego
Travis Green Jul 2023
Every time I look at his dreamy kissable existence
His full, tasty lips, his bushy beardiful face
His dark, charming eyes, his awesome arched eyebrows
So magically mantastic and manlicious to the max
I hanker to drown in his scrumptious hunkish masculinity

Taste him for days on end, bathe in his greatness
Mesh with his freshness, treasure his finesse
As he grabs my heavy, impressive *******
Twist and squeeze my crests
Kiss me, seize me, tease me

Look at me with his amorous gaze
And take my breath away
Take me in his long, chocolate arms
Make me moan, make me call out for his machoness
Let him put it on me, take control of me

Drape me in his sweetness and tenderness
Make me feel so soft as I hold on
To his top-notch macho rearguard
Got me digging his litness and rhythmicity
I love the way he is all over me

Guzzle me down like Alize
Nuzzle up to him, revel in his sensationalness
Pull out his big thick meat
Swing it my way, make me sway
Make me go down on him

Take every inch of his tumescence
Smell his hot boy cologne
**** his low-hanging rocks
Let them slap my chin
Press them on my perfect sultry lips

Feel his gorgeous torrid rod throb in my mouth
Face **** me hard
Make me swallow it all
Make me gasp and crash
Into incomparable fantastical rapture

Shove it in and out of my trap
Overpower my throat
Spit in my face, embrace me greatly
Lick his crown, bow down
To his royally alluring work of art

Make me succumb to his mad hot moist manliness
Continue to feed me his big boy beef
Make me hornier than a *******
So delirious with happiness
Filled with unsurpassable passion
For his action-packed radical magnificence

The way he enters my inner woman and gets to me
Got me ******* the **** out of his wood
Let him give it to me good
Slam it down my throat
As he approaches a mind-blowingly magical ******
And bust his load all over my elated face
Travis Green Jul 2022
There was ******* high voltage hotness
In your hypnotic rock-solid  charmingness
Marvelous spotless sauciness
Unfathomably mantastic freshness
You pulled me into your utter earthy fervor
Where your flamingly unbounded power devoured me
Enshrouded me in the seamless, limitless extremes
Of your unprecedented top-shelf dreaminess

Fed me your delectable red-hot confection
Finessed my incredibleness
Placed me in your spacious spaceship
Where you made love to my gayness
Captured me in your unbreakable shackles
Of unmatchable thugtastical passion
Delved into the deepest depths of my vessel
Made incredible *** to my sexually rainbowlicious body
Merged your firm immersive chest against my carressible breasticles

Oiled me down in your gloriousness

Made me worship your wonderfully gratifying muscularity
Your coolness ruled my system
Had me sheathed in your intriguingly thrilling exquisiteness
Made my head spin the more I took in
Your invincible winnable masculinity
There was an intensifying flush of excitement
That rushed through my structure
I was trapped in your swagtastical mad hot spectacularity
Feeling an increasing amount of unsurpassable burning fervor
Surging throughout my innerness
So wild about your strikingly sublime fieriness
Travis Green Dec 2021
Your lean, supreme body
Is the dopest flex that I know
When you pose naked around me
I am so besotted by your captivatingness
Your tattooed flesh is so perfectly created
Your unsurpassable suaveness stimulates me
Your powerfully built chest is so arresting to caress
Your biceps are hard and hypnotic
Your abs are so enthralling to fall for
When I admire your pythonic pipe
I just want to ******* your exquisite meat endlessly
Travis Green Jan 2021
His masculinity spun me in extreme degrees,
covered me in his enamoredness, his opalescent
rivers of seeping steam that magnetized me,
entrapped me in his immensely exalted art,
his concupiscent skin engrossing me,
carrying me down under to his seemingly
endless labyrinths where his secrets were revealed.

I melted like crystal ice in a large silvery pitcher,
leaking unremittingly, powerless in his majesty,
spaced out, soaring in the night, intoxicated
by his sublime, unconquerable manhood,
his body so right and ripe, fantasizing about him
every night, singing to the swaying of his thrilling
torpedo, how he stroked his mouthwatering meat
so erotically, inveigling me in his naughtiness.

The feel of his amber skin had me trembling within,
clinging to his kingdom, every fraction of his attraction,
analyzing his sleekness, drifting into dizziness and sweatiness
as he became my weakness, everything that I wished
to tame, painting him so realistically in the various realms
of oozing milk and flavored honey, reveling in his unsurpassable
palace of hidden lasciviousness, losing my mind in it all.
Travis Green Jul 2023
He is my flirtatious vivacious sensation
My ebullient enchanting eye-candy
My pristine sensual dream man
I am so hooked on his ****** alluring voice

The way he makes me feel so ****
When I rivet my eyes on his machoness and tallness
His hotness and sauciness, so clean and lean
So mean and supreme, I feen for him

Dream of him for hours on end
Love on him, stay close to him
To feel the unsurpassable magic of his dopeness
****** his manly debonair hair

Kiss his unbelievably appealing lips
So locked in love with his lusciousness
I gawp deep into his magnetically breathtaking eyes
Never wanting to let him go

To float on air, to merge with his immersiveness
Feel his roaring and scorching fire
Surge through my innerness
Put me in a state of daze

Make me ache for his heavenly hot handsomeness
His treasured freshness, his high-pressure incredibleness
Take me into his peerless picturesque dreamworld
Where he goes all the way with me
Travis Green Jul 2022
Make a move, slick thrilling smoothie
Cajole my lyrical rainbow composing soul
To the unfathomably spectacular oceans
Of your hip-hopping hypnotic machoness
Flexing top-level dreadhead
Provide me with a boatload of dopalicious sugary chocolate
Let me have access to your delectable electric headquarters
Feel the immeasurable pleasurable rapture
The more I bask in every unsurpassable
Passionate chapter within your immaculateness
Fall into your sparkling carnal ardor

Lock me in your fantabulously masculine arms
Let me be your fiery flowery delight
Shining so bright, I tingle in your sight
I drown in your mighty shining indescribableness
I surrender to your handsomeness
In your matchless magical astral plane
Abounding in flaming hot passion
I want to cleave to your tight top-flight torso
My palms against your colossally rock-hard chest
Your fresh, lush breath on my flesh

Funky bumper stunner, you make my jungle
Jam to your slamming vibrating anthems
You caress me deeply, peruse my sweetness thoroughly
Starry smooth supernova, let your sensations mate with mine
Stroke my lovable supple butterballs
While you give me a luscious longing eye
Compel me to have steamy wet dreams
About you throughout the bright, inviting night
Lost in your rugged crushing thugness
****** high-pressure flex, untameable powerhouse vigor

I want to share our supernal square roots
Add and subtract the equations of time and space
Multiply and divide vast shimmering dimensions
Drift into the slick, gripping derivatives
Within your elemental symmetrical existence
Move your long lickable fingers
Over my gaytastically mathematical masterpiece
Acknowledge my sparklingness
How I come closer to your bareness
Taste your delectable treasured surface
Such pulsating poetic wonders make me lose a part of me
In your manlicous prodigious majesty
Travis Green May 2021
His black marble dreads
Danced in the shadows
Of unsurpassable passion
Moonbeam dreams
Serenely streaming scenes
Night-blissed kisses
Sizzling wishes
With a thousand treats
Of gushing deliciousness
His syrupy chocolate body
Sticks to mine so magnificently
He replenishes me so swimmingly
I can’t imagine being without him
Travis Green Nov 2021
I wanted to inhale
Your shimmering sexiness
Become stranded
In your silky-smooth chocolate world
Taste your tantalizing, gratifying lips
Your curly-haired beard on my palms
Your mustache so extraordinarily unsurpassable
I longed to slide my hands through
Your thick and intriguing midnight hair
Sparkling black diamond eyes
Fixated on me as I voyage
Through your enormous adorableness
Travis Green Sep 2021
It’s a bit bland to live inside my dreams
Incessantly imagining the impossible
Crossing uncharted bridges of crushes
Infatuations, and loves, each one so near
To the world of my heart, seamless sparks
That fill the night when I travel through time
Out of sight, in flight, these men-scented
Feelings within me deepening more
As I smell my flesh to picture them
Beside me, giving me the love, I need

I have buried myself into these fantasies
Firing them up increasingly with all the words
I have written in my collection of poetry
All the moments I have shared
With every single man, speaking my truth
Unapologetically as I move through space
Seeping into dreamy dazes, thinking
Of the men I love once again, how their eyes
Appear to gaze at me all at once, so exceedingly
Powerful, with their intensely exhilarative hues

I can’t think about anything else when my mind
Dwells in inkwells, in sensual spells, I can’t tell
Because all I see is unsurpassable charm
Soft satisfying lips I can make ecstatic remixes with
Superb sideburns, sleek stylish beards, hard carved
Chests, harmonious abs that lead downstairs
To adventurous universes overrunning
With stunning top-quality hotness

I can’t say I will ever stop chasing
These make-believe visions of affection
Ceaselessly penning every thought
That present itself to me on paper
Filling it up in its entirety as I close
My eyes and create detailed representations
Of all the men I hold close to the eastern
Inland of my heart, forever knowing
Where to start when I ponder on
All the magical times we had
When I fabricate those moments
With my own, I can perceive
How much I love them extraordinarily
Travis Green Sep 2023
He takes me on a game-changing exploration
That takes my breath away
Has me grinning like a shot fox
So hot for his marvelously remarkable machoness
He enthralls me with his charming voice
His sparkling dark eyes
His refined beard style

His sensual, sweet lips are
A swell night of overwhelming passion
That grabs my attention
His ****** gaze captivates me
His staggering power devours me

I solely desire his dopeness
Such a marvel to behold
An eye candy moment
That knocks my socks off
My magical, unsurpassable splash
My exotically enchanting romancer

He is an extraordinary exhibition
Of artistically vibrant manliness
A stellar world of spectacular scenery
That propels me nearer
To his maximum badassitude

So smooth as glossy glass
So luxurious like high-quality silk
I can’t help but to grab
My colossal avocados
Longing for him to conquer them

See him in my mind
Overpowering me
Taking me down
Making me sweat like crazy
Embrace him wholeheartedly

Penetrate me with his gigantic snake
Glazed with oil
Make me take it
Feel it in my stomach
Wreck my world

Discover the core of me
Take control of me
Please me, Daddy
Never leave me, Daddy
Make me lose control of the situation

Shout wildly, shrouded in his virile bliss
He licks and nibbles on my neck
Feel his concrete hands all over me
Hold onto me, squeeze me passionately
Blast me with his swag of shaft juice

— The End —