Archive for the ‘ iT ’ Category

I’m fat because I love cake 

 

I’m not 

a man

Of obsessive 
material
Riches. 
That isn’t 
My aim
Nor does it
Manipulate 
Any of 
My well wishes. 
The serpent 
And the dove
Get along Well
Without the kitten. 
But her 
Tiny brushes 
Of disregard 
Will instantly throw my 
Curiosity into submission. 
Forgive my stare
I
Can’t
Quit!………
I don’t have iT 
In me
Like my daddy
Whose religious drinking
Was that of a fish…
Thirst costumes 
In
Desert playgrounds
While Trouble follows & lures
W/vicious Sirens….
Bells & whistles 
Aren’t for the deaf,
Glorious idols & images 
Also aren’t for those w/visions…
We see 
What we
Truly
Want to see.  
From the far glare
Of the sun
To the deep 
Abyss of the sea. 
What lives
In our hearts 
Reflects
In our free speech. 
May The Lord
Forgive me
For the shit repeated
In my rambling….
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Mood Lighting

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There is
a light
That shines,
And
iT’s meant
To guide you,
& me…

At best,
iT causes
Us to fight,
Because
we can’t believe
What iT is
That
the other,
Can see…

I can’t rest
If iT’s too
bright,
What is iT
About the darkness,
That just
Allows me to be?…

I’d offer
My hand,
To have & to hold
with
All my might,
But at this time
My dear,
I’m not ready to leave…

A monsters ransom

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-iT
Doesn’t care,
iT
Wants
To Be lost
In iT self…

-with all iTs distractions
Peripheral visions
Collideoscope
The heart felt….

+ diluting
All that’s around
iT
Can’t comprehend
The ágape…

+ so iT
Crashes
Head on
In hopes
iT’s purpose
Properly translates…

– push
stampedes
To shove,
When the blind
Brush along the walls.

-Occasionally
Bursting off the ceiling
When
There’s nothing left
to stand on…

+Offense
Shouldn’t be taken,
For that in which
You know not
There of.

+sadness
The constant passenger,
iT
Continues to love…

5 o’clock cacti

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The desert
Is dry,
My thirst
Unsatisfied,
May the dew
From the thighs,
Of the motherland
Amplify.

When my lips
Reach to sip
& my tongue
Is fortified,

I cannot stop
Until nature cums
And our beings
Emulsify.

To the just Lord
She crys,
With
Sweet agony
In her eyes,

My mouth
I open wide,
To reclaim
What is rightfully
My prize.

Our hands
Clasped
&
Unified,

We give
Praise
Towards
The sky,

Once her
Convulsions
Turn
Petrified,

And I listen
To her bosoms
Beat
A Morris code
Lullaby,

My heart
Is
now on
High,

So this old soul
No longer needs to be
Spry,

For the flesh
Has had iT’s fill
And I now
Am ready to die….

Googly Eyes

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-iT started
With a look,
Which proceeded
With a kiss.

-iLove when magnets
Connect,
iT makes up
For everything missed.

– God is real
And heaven is,
Our souls
interlocked Lips.

– breathing you out
Breathing you in,
With our arms
In a tight grip.

– I don’t want to
Let go,
Just incase this is
Something I’m dreaming.

– I’m always in awe,
When fare Angels
Dance with this
Demon.

— cut & paste
To the cloud,
Where we float
As we lay.

— Oh how the
Hours draft by,
Us in different positions
Yet we stay.

— heart to heart
Cheek to cheek,
Beat to beat
Face to face.

— sinking deeper
And deeper,
Into each other
Your weight is all my weight.

— new but familiar steps
May god bless,
Every chance
That we take.

— iT’s so perfect
I’m so sure,
The devil
Is on iT’s way.

— Tearing me from
The tears of sweet-bliss,
And the lake
That iT made.

— back to the googly eyes
That are forever sealed,
After a touch of you
Leaves me in my wake.

Hungry Hungry Hugger

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More please.

More please.

Forgive
The annoyance
But I feel
right at home
When my heart
Feels The drum
Of another/similar Heart beat…

More please.

More please.

tantalizing
Is the power
Of your attention,
For It gives me
that boost,
I can only equate
To my favorite morning coffee…

More please.

More please.

I want,
I crave,
I need,
And if I can’t
Have
Then I ask
you cut me off swiftly…

Those who cling
Beg for more.

And I do so
Shamelessly.

Mean Girls

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It’s soul hard
To stay quiet,
Waiting for the moment,
To find others
Just like your own.

I can’t help
But show
My antennas,
Just in case
There’s others
Out there too timid,
Trying to
Phone home.

My urban folk
Call it
“showin’ yo ass”
I believe
You’re not
completely honest,
Unless you can be
A little vulnerable.

Most sheep
Don’t have the luxury
Of catching a wolf,
Showing off its fangs
(Which may be reckless, but)
Romans 11:36
Has me pointing at my throat.