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bequeathing

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She begged,
So I gave.

At first I said no,
But then I caved.

Feeling like God,
When she prayed.

Love…..
We made.

Would you have my seed?
She said wait.

When upset,
I blame.

Finding fuel,
For the flames.

Because when I want,
I take.

But I held off,
Until she came.

She screamed.
It rained.

I laughed.
She sang.

My fire,
It tamed.

When together,
My heart rocks & swings.

Alone.
I pace & go insane.

So leave,
Before I enslave.

Unless you want,
That shakil & chain…..

-Just like I give
I want it all.
And all those that don’t know me,
Will see my name.

2nd Shift

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Fascinations
They Tickle.

While the theory of relativity
Trickles.

Deeper & deeper
Down
Into this place
That converts
passions of fire
Into
a millions of tiny
Icicles.

Jaded
I am,
But it’s
just a little.

Confusion
Hardly ever
dances
With the simple.

Yet here I am
Tied up
With so many strings attached
I can’t find my way off
of this never ending thimble…

Once I do
And I’m unstuck from the glue

I hide & I seek,

For the magnets
That grab my attention

And often keep,

Me in this realm
I consider
Very bitter
& very sweet,

Because when we meet
It’s very brief
& when you leave
It kinda stings.

I’m not
Too sure
Exactly
What
it
Really
means,

But your touch
In seriousness
Energizes
me…

I swear when we
lock hands
It’s for at least
a couple seconds,

And I’m not too sure
Who’s not letting go
For the moment though
It’s
heaven.

No worries
Just curiosity
On whether
If it my pulse
That’s trembling.

I’d be lying
If I said
Stealing a kiss
Wasn’t tempting.

It’s a constant fight
Between
The beast
& the gentlemen.

Oh how
The simplest
Of things
Get me double guessing.

Devil In a New Dress…Tip toeing not so siliently…

she arrived in all white

simplicity…

stealing the room of all eyes

they would follow she…

who is questioned of being an attention whore

well possibly…

but in honesty

her modesty

was never ever a question

however when questioned

she would laugh it off

violently…

You can see the devil in her eyes

and quite frankly

iT

 frightened me…

because this wicked woman

can do whatever with whom ever she wants

and like the 8 ball in the close left corner pocket

she has gotten me…

with my guard and pants down

while on top of  my lap like a saddle she is riding me…

similar to flies to shit & bees to honey

hoes to money

with want & have

 there is no, stopping me…

 iT

would take the full strength of Christ

to push this bountiful beauty of flesh

up off of me…

Lord may your will be done

because my will is having fun

and right now my legs can not run

so please pardon me…

Heal me of my weakness

that sin has seemed to clog up like an artery…

I LovE YOU

I am more than just fond of thee,

but this little thing

that is fondling…

has a gorilla grip

damn that dress

& all other things

that has taken over me not so silently

not so vain

natural

is difficult to be,

there is so many angles

that one can perceive,

on one side this is this

and on the other that can be,

very further & farther from the truth

yet we take what we see,

satisfy our sweet tooth

and let the sugar bleed,

over our throats

out from between the teeth,

wants satisfy what is of the moment

and what we think we need,

food for thought an after thought

what is given is considered as an option or something ment to be,

if something is hungry

does it default it as something deserving to feed?

if my blood can provide

should I be the one to leak,

how much do I give

if they wont stop milking from the teet,

one can use the hand to swat away

or further embrace the teething,

its odd one could be

soul thoughtful and giving,

when others wont do the same

evil meek and lame will not speak,

although fueling others

just the same I am weak,

I need I need I need

but my God wont let IT be…

True to Thy Self

Can I be honest?

I felt like I havent done that completely,

The person that you know

isn’t necessarily that clingy,

it’s a defence mechanism used to be the good guy

so that the other person is the asshole for leaving,

truthfully I do in my core, love with all of me

but I’m not at the point right now, of settling,

I’ve gone to CostCo noticed the many things

and will not stop until I’ve tasted everything worth sampling,

Such is the case with a killer

I had hoped was going to be the death of me,

and out of “sheare randomness” she reached out

so what’d I do, I acted like “me”,

She’d ask what I’ve been up to

I’d speak of searching for love, knowing damn well that’ll push her away from me,

I want to be a respectful gentleman

and not like the passionate poet that tends to speak more abrasively,

I want her to be aware her that I can & will fulfill her in a way she hasn’t

completing her, by only using one part of me,

However I later figured that would too foward

but then I contemplate “what if” maybe that is what is needed to get the end result of “we”,

if only for a moment, since that’s all we have

where not really promised too many things,

the devil doesnt trick you into sin

with more than a few warning signs & give the luxury of bracing,

the greatest cooking is paced slowly but surely,

one should know the basics & respect what is worthy,

but we live in modern times which means there’s no order in which what can be on going with glory,

there’s an algorithm to life but calculating is sometimes boring,

my Dear Killer Cha if & when  you read this, this is fair warning,

If & when we engage you will be put to blissful agony that will make your desire’ss greed portly

I’ve come about things all wrong and if this is what it is to push you away then that’s what I get for not being 100 & snoring,

I want to go deeper

and explain how I want to be used,

but I don’t want to be too revealing

and give away too many clues,

on my home remedies, with movies & wine

and other methods of killing the blues,

I’m sure with your beauty

this isn’t surprising or of any news,

Be true to thy self

and indulge in what you’re wanting to.

Hell hath no fury

Hell

hath no fury

like hearts don’t bleed

when they get torn,

does gobs of honey

on anything

not call out the bees

in massive swarms,

if you kill

my love

in vengeance

will I not of sworn?

to destroy

everything

that you

adore,

does greed

not want

when there is

just a little bit more?

and

how much more

when there is

no more?

there’s

a thin line

from a curious scratch

to a premeditated reason to explore,

step over

the boundaries

and like the bull

you’ll get the horns,

 passion

is a beast

and that  bear skin rug

is ironically worn

made up

the universe is made up
of atoms-molecules -and light

its the mixture of them all
that brings inanimate objects to life

although distracted by their reflection
ours are long gone bye and bye in the night

having to grab and feel
like words describing to those that are blind

with enough sayings to over flow many novels
some phrases are used just to rhyme

taking away what holds them true
theyre tested tightly in a fight

if two go in, its 50/50
and only one of them can come out at the end and survive

dominance must be established
right away no wasting time

NOW like a starving serpent swiping a gazelle
it couldnt be witnessed by thine eyes

so is the illusions of slight of hand
we’re taken off the point we focused on when drawing lines

your words painted the picture
your souls intent helped shape and define

yet im still lost in that grasp that you have
because i can only see what ive seen with my eyes

all these pictures of happiness rainbows and smiles
get lost in translation with others frustrations and lies

the combination and possibilities of such things
drives one to insanity with the only escape, to end life

but the after taste of iT all leaves me with a hope
that its more than just more than logical
iT’d actually be really nice