
Endless tears fall on seasons
A valley long to describe a kiss
Of blinded bliss
To wish a where
To bend a tare
Hidden in the deepest parts of my pubic hairs
That left a tear
Falling
POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…

Endless tears fall on seasons
A valley long to describe a kiss
Of blinded bliss
To wish a where
To bend a tare
Hidden in the deepest parts of my pubic hairs
That left a tear
Falling

He hunted me over deserts and tumbleweeds
It moved like a bounty hunter and had leads on me
When I last saw him in Dakota in 1846 he bloodied my nose
I got away on his horse
Fell to the wayside
Posters over dry land
He searched for me
I moved like a vagabond, running from the ripper
I was a ghost
I thought I had escaped the hunters grip
It scoured taverns, speakeasies and bath houses looking for me
I was clumsy
Running from the hunter
I was set up
Ambushed by love
Betrayed
It caught me off guard
It hip checked me
We tussled
Dragged me by my hair
Like a fuckin’ cave man
To the tavern
While the towns people watched in horror
Some laughed and held the wanted posters up
Pointing fingers
Again
It bloodied my nose
I chuckled
Then stumbled back
I spat
Spat my death in his face
And I laughed
Wickedly
And it shot me!
And I bled
And I bled out
He took a shot of that dirty whisky
Hand on gun
Tilted his hat
Looked around
And said…
Pay me
The hunter

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain
I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs
My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread
My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴
🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲
And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾
I fear my brain will not remain
Tryna’ master the art of
🗣Poetry!
🗣Memory!
🗣Write!
🗣Retain!
🗣Words!

Chimes
Like life
Ringing through ripples and worlds
Tears made brick
The thought that thinks
I have memories sleeping in the cracks of my walls
And faces urging me to acknowledge them
From beyond these grief filled halls
Swells enter corners of my pillow
So I listen…
For the universe
To tell me
I am not alone
Motivated by: (https://dversepoets.com).

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain
I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs
My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread
My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴
🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲
And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾
I fear my brain will not remain
Tryna’ master the art of
🗣Poetry!
🗣Memory!
🗣Write!
🗣Retain!
🗣Words!

Shhhhh
You will not embarrass me today
We’re walking inside
Don’t bother anyone
And do not!
Knock anything over!
Go inside
Sit down
And shut up!

Wires Hang me from lines
Feeling my dysfunction
Misused like concubines
***
Movement sublimes and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind
While
A thesaurus of recordings memoirs and movies wait cynically for the right time
***
They all submit to my personalities
SHHHHHHHH
Whispers: They’re listening
Systematically
***
Waiting for the right time
Always skilled at entering occupied areas
In spite of danger signs
***
!PARANOID!
***
And church can’t sooth me
***
Secret missions scythe my mind and carve 666 in a pattern down my spine
Behind enemy lines
Camouflaged into the walls
Something dragged me aimlessly down haunted halls
Where faces plague me
Past images degrade me
And force me to repeatedly listen to Blue October
Hate me
***
My emotions betray me
Then my thoughts berate me
I go adrift and they sedate me
My instinct violate me
And sensations date rape me
***
Till I wonder to nowhere
And everywhere
And become wonder woman
Doing 100 on 71 South
Demons position curse word to my mouth
***
I live in this hell
This hell!
Critically tryna’ blink myself into a southern bell
***
God made me ugly so He could love me
And you can hate me
I despise ever being born
I’m constantly
And consistently
Begging God
To please relieve me of this thorn
I’m crying out to you
So please just love me
I’m obsessed with wanting to be loved
Like the mountain by the mist
Held by the vista and its foggy kiss
Even God loves the earth that’s not even worth the land it occupies
Dead lies of false love
Creepy Hug
And the pull that strains my brain
Hard to obtain compassion for this game
I’m sad by this lonely that runs thru these hollow veins
This lonely makes me crave cocaine
Can’t deal
Don’t want to deal with what was
Remembering those Creepy Hugs
He made me feel like I was in dream
With a lot of gentle
Mixed with a just enough mean
He touched me softly
And my nibbles arose
He even asked me if he could suck my toes
He was nothing like the last man I choose
He sucked on my nibbles
Like cherries to the seed
I was hungry for this ocean in me to be freed
I rolled over, trying to shift my weight
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming
It felt like I was in some kind of dream state
He kissed my neck
And he made me moan
He looked in my eyes
Challenging my sensual tone
I tried to get up but he pinned me down
And all I heard was nasty, wet slurping sounds
He had me wet and paralyzed to the bed
His face disappeared and all I saw was his head
Finally he came up for air and kissed me on my face
I pulled him closer because I wanted to taste
And I licked his face leaving non of me to waste
I laid back screaming
Because his tongue felt so good
I really wanted to cum
I really felt like I could
He said
You better not cum
But every emotion in me won
When he went back down
And I began to scream
And I was pissed off when the flight attendant woke me
Realizing
It was only
Just
A dream
He never hears me when I pray
Moving in this corrupt wrong
’cause waiting on God just seems to take too long
If He is the way the truth and the light
Why did He allow my children to burn to death
In that house on Blue street in the middle of the night
I don’t care what artificial Christians say
Imposter counterfeit contrived
He’s just the typical cliché
A myth to reach the mass
Pastor looking boldly at my 13 year old daughters ass
Mothers of the church turning up their noses calling me fast
My passions only made my Christ queasy
His sacrifice was heroic
I’m sure it didn’t come easy
***
While onlookers gather in the streets
Making haste pointing fingers while He hung battered and weak
Sinners Traders and Judas secretly know
I looked deep within and asked
But Lord is it me though
I know your voice that so mercifully freed us
So I wait patiently and diligently
For a real Jesus!
❤
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