3 things you need to know about Sexual Soul Ties

Light lily’s breeze through his building

Turning his mouth cotton candy

Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?

With laughter

From embarrassment

Or

From an hour glass

Timeless image

Faded photograph

That blew butterflies thru my frame

And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains

Not even the roughest twister

Can tame

His hurricane

That paints

A picture

Of Her

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Should your pin run out of ink

Seek out small pieces of chalk on a wayward journey

Or

Pledge allegiance to the clouds

Grip your memory up

And say the words out loud

We are not always promised this liberties end

Say goodnight to justice

And sweet dreams to your pin

Find shared pavements and walls

Grace them with poetic voice

And colors of the temporary moments in changing worlds

To an underworld of unheard and lost verbs

Waging war between ink and brain

The fear is not what’s lost

But what’s replaced between the pains

Ink injections make way between your veins

Let them yell

Scream

Talk

Have conversations between the earths

But after the ink is gone

It will be my memories transformed this silent birth

Rising energy from beneath this tattered girth

But above all always set them free

The words

The thoughts

The lines

The memory

Will never let go of me

Even when the ink dissipates

And deviates from my pin

Challenging my thoughts to bring forth memory again

 

The lines

The words

Let them be free to discover their atmosphere

Because deadlines won’t wait for the ink

Sitting between my branches

I am waiting for the wind to gather my leaves

And bereave broken limbs dead on my tree

I am something this broken

I can smell your memories

Translucent energies

I am still something this broken

Coffee at my kitchen table still brings mourning

 

I will always be

Something

This broken

 

Who does time wait for?

Released energy

Felt 100 times before

Left 100 times more

Tranquil spirits regenerate to clear it

Politicking nations for the world to fear it

And I wake the echo for time to drawl on time

Liberals in high pursuit already processing minds

For a peaceful surrender

To confuse gender bingers

Who pulled government strings?

To bring light to such evil things

Extraterrestrial molecules

Emote obstacles

That births paradoxicals

I can hear the gavels begin to beat conceit

Invariably bittersweet

Ruling.

Man.

Obsolete.

MY THOUGHTS? I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED (:

IF YOU LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

I LOVE PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE

NOT WHO THEY LOVE

IS IT A REVOLUTION?

OR IS IT EVOLUTION?

THINK TANKS BLAMING THE CONSTITUTION

 

Who does time wait for?

Released energy

Felt 100 times before

Left 100 times more

Tranquil spirits regenerate to clear it

Politicking nations for the world to fear it

And I wake the echo for time to drawl on time

Liberals in high pursuit already processing minds

For a peaceful surrender

To confuse gender bingers

Who pulled government strings?

To bring light to such evil things

Extraterrestrial molecules

Emote obstacles

That births paradoxicals

I can hear the gavels begin to beat conceit

Invariably bittersweet

Ruling.

Man.

Obsolete.

MY THOUGHTS? I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED (:

IF YOU LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

I LOVE PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE

NOT WHO THEY LOVE

Everything means something

When you’re thrusting through my mind

But what you mean to me

Can’t be defined by nothing

Even with everything meaning something

Anything is never better than nothing

And so I ‘m trusting you

Five fingers

One hand

Three hearts

One man

I dreamt the journey to make a wave

Of patterns colored with butterflies and gypsy eyes

Apple pie and dragon flies would light the skies

With rainbows and water shows

To let me know

That

I

Am

Only

On-ly

One

Heart

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