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P-Nut Or Peanut

#erotic
#death
#drugs
#funny
#dirty
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11 Comments
A Poor Black Man's Lament
I am forced to stretch a US Dollar
to the point I hear George Washington holler
One time our founding father to me said
stop trying to kill me I am already dead
I said George they make my people break our backs
just to earn a few legal greenbacks
I use to wear Italian designer slacks
back when I was making some stacks
Now I dine on gourmet Ramen noodles
bc it is cheaper than the food rich people feed their Poodles
But I am blessed to have never made my bed outside on concrete and cement
and all of the above...
to the point I hear George Washington holler
One time our founding father to me said
stop trying to kill me I am already dead
I said George they make my people break our backs
just to earn a few legal greenbacks
I use to wear Italian designer slacks
back when I was making some stacks
Now I dine on gourmet Ramen noodles
bc it is cheaper than the food rich people feed their Poodles
But I am blessed to have never made my bed outside on concrete and cement
and all of the above...
#anxiety
#frustration
#despair #disappointment
#despair #disappointment
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3 Comments
8 hours a night
As I stare at the night sky my mind wanders to a place I dare not go during waking hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour.
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour.
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.
#nightmares
58 reads
2 Comments
Sweet Revenge
You wanted her pretty and submissive,
But she was wild and followed her
Own rules. She lived for the danger,
But to you she is sweet and addictive.
It is too bad that she was truly never
Yours because you were only a traitor.
Little did you know that all she wanted
Was revenge and she was dressed for
The kill, never stopping until she gets
What her heart wants. She outsmarted
You in the games and in the endless war.
You think that she would have regrets,
But she has none. She stole...
But she was wild and followed her
Own rules. She lived for the danger,
But to you she is sweet and addictive.
It is too bad that she was truly never
Yours because you were only a traitor.
Little did you know that all she wanted
Was revenge and she was dressed for
The kill, never stopping until she gets
What her heart wants. She outsmarted
You in the games and in the endless war.
You think that she would have regrets,
But she has none. She stole...
#LifeChangingMoment
#revenge
155 reads
6 Comments
Love You Deep
There is an extravagant kaleidoscope of galactic colors, in the paradox of your eyes.
The more human you are.
The deeper the universe inside.
We stand beneath a lachrymose sky,
that rains diamond pieces of our ancient lives.
We loved in a time before the birth of stars.
While the universe was cooling,
My heart grabbed into the depths of creation
to gravitate towards yours......
The more human you are.
The deeper the universe inside.
We stand beneath a lachrymose sky,
that rains diamond pieces of our ancient lives.
We loved in a time before the birth of stars.
While the universe was cooling,
My heart grabbed into the depths of creation
to gravitate towards yours......
#love
#universe
39 reads
16 Comments
"Oh Granny!"
Deep silence collecting ashes exhuming the
bones at twilight, plucking the bobby from her
hair, and listening to Voltaire's dark blue.
Sodomizing the old gin bars with poetic discards
of corsets and harlots drowning in a Requiem's
pain. Connecting dots of insanity's tonsillectomy
and my quill's henchmen beneath a pantaloon
moon. Plucking the bobby from her hair as she
blows my piccolo. "Oh Granny, what big eyes
you have.”
bones at twilight, plucking the bobby from her
hair, and listening to Voltaire's dark blue.
Sodomizing the old gin bars with poetic discards
of corsets and harlots drowning in a Requiem's
pain. Connecting dots of insanity's tonsillectomy
and my quill's henchmen beneath a pantaloon
moon. Plucking the bobby from her hair as she
blows my piccolo. "Oh Granny, what big eyes
you have.”
#dark
#erotic
25 reads
0 Comments
The Sorcerer Elites
The sorcerer elites, discoursing of such streets.
As swords upon their feet, they've morsels more than meat
Engorging is this feat, destroying in your teens.
Abnormally complete, abortion and disease.
Afforded skillfully, distorted trickery.
Reporting dignity, deformed stupidity.
Inform illicitly, whose mortgage fixes deeds.
Contortion symmetry, alluring misery.
Assorted liberty, authority agrees.
Reforming with these freaks, performance that depletes.
Imported piston dreams, whilst...
As swords upon their feet, they've morsels more than meat
Engorging is this feat, destroying in your teens.
Abnormally complete, abortion and disease.
Afforded skillfully, distorted trickery.
Reporting dignity, deformed stupidity.
Inform illicitly, whose mortgage fixes deeds.
Contortion symmetry, alluring misery.
Assorted liberty, authority agrees.
Reforming with these freaks, performance that depletes.
Imported piston dreams, whilst...
#spiritual
#rhyming
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
22 reads
3 Comments
Somewhere else
Crossing stone to follow track
Never change direction in journeys there and back
Different fundamentals
Different path to a different lane
Whatever is the reason, destination stays the same
Never change direction in journeys there and back
Different fundamentals
Different path to a different lane
Whatever is the reason, destination stays the same
#MovingOn
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0 Comments
Funeral of Flowers
Roses so red,
Violets half blue.
Shrubs are handsome.
and away so far are you.
Orchids so white.
Ghosts in a flare,
a lifetime is short
and soft was your hair.
Magnolias growing,
whose buds fade lilac
in the form so slender
of both your legs.
Sunflowers towering
up to the skies,
a smashing hammer
is the sun on your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges
surround the farms.
Faces so tanned
so were your arms.
Daisies dry pretty.
Daffies in style.
My place is warm ...
Violets half blue.
Shrubs are handsome.
and away so far are you.
Orchids so white.
Ghosts in a flare,
a lifetime is short
and soft was your hair.
Magnolias growing,
whose buds fade lilac
in the form so slender
of both your legs.
Sunflowers towering
up to the skies,
a smashing hammer
is the sun on your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges
surround the farms.
Faces so tanned
so were your arms.
Daisies dry pretty.
Daffies in style.
My place is warm ...
#death
#flowers
#mirror
#graveyard
#passion
24 reads
2 Comments
utterances of sin
I said too much
and the words hang between us
suspended in air
dying on my lips
and the words hang between us
suspended in air
dying on my lips
#love
56 reads
14 Comments
A Human Condition
I so pity the human race,
and the the way their hatred tastes.
A left of center kind of face.
Some things can not be replaced.
A trust is trampled on the wind.
Upon her breath I feel the sin.
Sometimes the cut’s your only friend.
Silent torments never end.
The things we do to feel alive,
leaves me often wondering why.
People are pleading to the sky.
You’re still alone the day you die.
Born from the fear of the unknown
Captured in the blood moon stones.
Viewed from behind an eye of woe.
Are they ready?...
and the the way their hatred tastes.
A left of center kind of face.
Some things can not be replaced.
A trust is trampled on the wind.
Upon her breath I feel the sin.
Sometimes the cut’s your only friend.
Silent torments never end.
The things we do to feel alive,
leaves me often wondering why.
People are pleading to the sky.
You’re still alone the day you die.
Born from the fear of the unknown
Captured in the blood moon stones.
Viewed from behind an eye of woe.
Are they ready?...
#conflict
14 reads
0 Comments
Ed's bomb
I was warned beforehand
his hand had made something
with wires and batteries
it was on his table
could I go see
what I saw was a metaphor
with wires hanging out of it
though didn't want to doubt it
in front of him
his hand had made something
with wires and batteries
it was on his table
could I go see
what I saw was a metaphor
with wires hanging out of it
though didn't want to doubt it
in front of him
#NoPoo
220 reads
7 Comments
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