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Magnet ends

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Sometimes
I don’t want to be bothered.
And Sometimes
Thats all that I want.

I’m playing hide & go seek
With my feelings,
Except
I can’t hide from the taunt.

All by self
Feels natural.
Mixed with company
Feels odd.

Loneliness builds up
My monster of sadness,
The persistence of others
Keeps me in awe.

I push you away
With half strength
So you can,
leave me alone.

In hopes
That you
push against the grain,
Just so you
Can stay close.

Not to sure
where the edge of the cliff is,
I’m just thankful
Going over
I don’t.

Playing roulette
With my chances,
Is the closest control
I can hold.

Seven times a woman: Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

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If I don’t judge you,
Then don’t don’t judge me.

Which is a little difficult,
Since I automatically
label everything
that I see.

There’s always
a motive at hand,
& Lord save the damned
Oh woe for those that can’t see .

The Media and followers
Have burned the image,
Of lust being
the save all
like its something that’s fat free.

Making it apparent
That love is a pointless
obstacle, as a glutton filled waste of a calorie!

Which is sad
Because that’s what
these hoes breathe.

Injecting and digesting
False pretenses
& endlessly
mixed feelings.
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Do you call something by its name,
when you see thats it’s disguised?

Is that a heads up to be discreet?

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

A stroll with the one that you love

You end up with

what you put up with,

why wouldn’t you be happy

if your other fits like a mitt,

probably even more so

if they’re small enough to fit inside of your pocket?

what we enjoy and embrace

should never be scary to admit,

we should show them off like the sun

and not try to conceal it like a zit,

out loud and proud

never/omit,

I think I’m the good guy

looking for the culprit,

or I can be the bad guy

with a niche looking to knit,

all preconceived notions

that I keep deep inside chambers that remain unlit,

I want to say so much

but my half-wit mind wont permit my lips,

I look at the image above

and just think are these just Classic Misfits?

or with all the recent cannibalism

finally hitting the zombie apocalypse,

either way its crazy

and I don’t think its a skit…

Good For Your Health

As I make it

to the third point

of the termination

letter,

only anger

towards my enemy

surfaced

and I know better,

why should I

reflect on what I can’t

change

I am no beggar,

but then the need

to push and showcase the truth

mixes my feelings

like a blender,

so this

will be

the end

of a rant,

and now

the only thing

that you will read

is my early morning chant,

which will be

on something positive

because I

don’t believe in “I can’t”,

so with

the graces

of he who shall not be named

clear me of my damned, in fact

since my leaving

opportunity

has done nothing but

fall in my lap,

as soon as I leave

my back up plan

there’s always something to do

like reconnecting with those I lost contact with in the past,

now

instead of

dragging ass

my days are moving fast,

weekend

don’t come so soon

lets enjoy the moment

and really make it last,

I’m taking

big steps

shadows

no longer used for stealth,

lost unwanted

company

like fat around the body

I’m glad to use a belt,

In this

Arizona heat

cold-blooded hearts

easily burn or melt,

so I’ve decided

to be happy

because its

good for my health

we are we are (pretend)

we are

our greatest enemy

we are

our very best friend,

we arent the glue

that keeps us together

but

we are

the chemical that makes it come un done at the end,

unless we look deep inside us

and then way beyond us

can we finally come to

something that will mend,

this twisted metal

heavy foot on top of the gas foot medal

borderline “oh no he’s okay, but he might be mental”

mask we use to blend away and play pretend

I see France

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I see London
I see France
I stare with awe
I can’t just glance
I Once was a poet
That flowed like lava for blind romance
Until Arrogance Caved in
Sweeped the legs & broke The trance
That mystery usually had
Me with a locked jaw yet i was still glad
Because I’d assume
And gave not a damn
of other’s scores
And best laid plans
Realizing that
All of our demands
Can only break the grounds
On which we rule land
So if we make mistakes
And play not our hand
Then we’ll be like Humpty Dumpty
Picking up our pieces all over again
In sheer lust
Claiming to be our friend
Playing the role
Which is playing pretend
Until the wheels fall off
Or until the very end
Until things change
Or we make amends
I see France
But I don’t want to enter in
What I should of known & done
From the very beginning