Obsession with Rhyme

It must be my eyes...


it must be my
eyes that tell it
or my

unfit
dare to acquit
behavior..

one flavor fits none

my melodies are
world wide

while your
pacified in the
classifieds

typing

"I'm satisfied by"

blurred vision
circumcision
split decisions
and

without supervision
I falter

Is there anyone out there?
please .. cum too my alter..

P.S.

my
nightmares take over
from
mommies cold shoulder
and now that i'm older
I just
can't hold it together...


Bitch
you need to slow down

I wear the crown!

while your mouth
drowns in my pussy..

Just Because (2)



Playing the game without the refrain
of the slip and slide that brings only pain
Hand out the fire watch it transpire
into the hell of my fashioned desire




Turning and burning around as it's furling
licking the edge of the baton I'm twirling
Taste the lace of my willing haste
touch the thrill that I embrace




Walking the wire of the rush
without the fall and heavy crush
The edge of the ledge that I allege
holds the vow that I here pledge




My will and pull I shall instill
with each cast of my psychic spill
Hypnotic erotic maybe chaotic
depends on the needs
of this sometimes psychotic




After I ground the energies abound
shall move on vibrations of earthly sound
Reflecting protecting the place I am left in
a web created of strength no deflecting.

Unbroken


Fed from the bed of your words that misled
Now uncompromised dry I am bled
Unmoved by the verbal that falls like water
running aimlessly trying to slaughter
my mind with tongue licking and ripping
it doesn't catch just keeps slipping
on the tide of my impenetrable shield
keep it coming you drain as you wield



I keep getting stronger on the throw of your thunder
that lifts me up and pulls you under
Your Max headroom smile all plastic and fake
is just as pathetic as the piss that you take
Your threats make you feel like the big I am
you hang them over me don't give a damn
My silence that bothers your unsettled thoughts
You just have to guess and come up with naughts



Selective and subjective accusations so vile
flow on the tide of your unceasing bile
My breath is my breath that on you will waste
So no words shall fall as your wrath I taste
The ouch in your suffering that puts me at fault
is struck ever deeper in the wounds that I salt
So you say in your hard done by way
how weak is the strength of your twat-ish display




"You're long gone I got tired of your song
and the feel of your hand it's impact was strong
Made me bruise and bleed at your angry need
But never did I crumble or allow you to feed"

Thrown to the Coals

Thrown to the coals
that no one knows
our lives fleeting
will we ever find meaning?

In all our world, we know not the fool,
who is in our self to breed out the tool;
all angels know god
and their pick-up isn't barred.

As humans, us mammals
are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
but as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.

On the road of the day
we carry on our way,
on a whim feel the sway..
Do we care anyway?
It seems not after years,
all that's left are fears;
of each other, of what's inside
father mother brother sister hide..

The chains should rust soon
and like an angry baboon,
we must take to the trees
to see how we can flee.

Looking over all we've destroyed,
as we've played with the world as a toy:
feeling that it can be broke
and replaced,
is a joke
that is laced
with no gratitude or hope.
And our lives we're feed keep us doped

It feels there's no way out,
yet if only we would scream and shout
from the roof-tops of our nations,
about civil discrimination...

Maybe we could break
this constant torture and rape
cycle, that we've born unto the world
and watch a new age unfold.
If for nothing but for future generations,
we need emancipation.
But it will only come through action
of our own benefaction:

My voice alone cannot be loud enough
but with all the world in tow,
Maybe one day it could be heard,
that we've ended this stupid row.

Hope my form is alright. Keen to see some good rhymes. Cool comp Devilish.

"Cancer"

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzyANC_7hi8
 
For better or for worse, we're forever to reverse  
Don't shoot the messenger for lessening your worth  
When colluding with these creditors and senators since birth..  
Practically.. Actually, imbedded in this Earth  
Is our mastery of tragedy, the apathy we've earned..  
We practice a feigned indifference, maintaining a sickness  
The frame rate has a glitch, and we're placating the witnesses  
Same way we save face maintaining a business..  
I'm an American, and still don't know what the dream is..
A war-like people.. Standing fast for God as written  
Damned, if not for enemies and manufactured opposition  
Hand ‘em back your non-religion, Ordinary Joe..  
Cancer mass of politicians promising to stay the same  
Taking blood by hand of God, but never taking name in vain  
Clever snake is staking claim.. He's so dedicated  
Legislative measures taken, medicated saviors  
Only demonstrated taking pain.. The system.. Is broken..  
Too proud to call ourselves guilty, so the "victims" have spoken..  
 
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project

let me be your host
toast marshmallows
upon those
warm snowless slopes
nimbly nibble limbs
while roping to bedpost
letting divine dinner
simmer
whilst stroking
thy lovely trim
hoping
as I massage
tiny toes
I`ll be invited
within
I delight
in your signal
to begin
slight kisses
upon sacred tulips
yes baby
mmmmmmmm-moan
in dulcet tones
as tongue  
dances upon sugar plumb
let me taste
your delicious sin
I cherish
these moments
you so prone
yet soulfully know
you are more secure
than if free
all alone
you drift
into pleasure zone
I gently support
your heavenly domes
as thumbs
`round areola drift
leaving rifts
and ripples
sensual gifts
upon sensitive
rosy skin
wordlessly you beckon
though physically constricted
it is YOUR will
commanding
In obediance
amid cries
orgasmic throes
carnal highs
I rise
change position
eyes to eyes rivet
I take what You`ve given
wholesome
on our own
totally gripped
within
holistic collision
baby
it`s good
to be home

It's ok to sin it, if you pray after

So even if I wanted you
and craved to do all of everything
that makes your heart and mind sing
'till it haunted you
each and every minute of the day
like the ghosts do
when you lay down for sleeping

I think I can tell,
it's not in keeping with protocol
for you to be a port o call
more all, and nothing short of all
will part your legs enough
to welcome in the rough stuff
the gruff, hard, driven, tough stuff

but, if you change your mind
and find the capacity for ecstasy
being where it's best to be
in the now, the minute, right here with me
where it's all free, like the swinging sixties
then, you know what you have to do

Office Politics

Simper, debase, deny, debase and motivate yourself
And if you still retain your soul then leave it with your keys on the lockers second shelf.

Welcome to where we come to escape the land called poor, I'd cause havoc,  but mama broke her foot when she propped open that shut door.
I must lower my eyes and move inconspicuously, so higher eyes don't see when human is what i want to be.
To smile only when its worth their while,
and not tell some old bastard he's turned senile when he comments on my 'urban' style, I'm almost glad he's sterile.

I'm on my way to higher heights, so far up that the sun will start to lose its light, but it's more likely that I'll lose this fight, my breathing s heavy, my chest is tight. They tell me ladders are for climbing here
I'm near the bottom rung and there's more than one bladder emptying here
The steady trickle of tears may be too big a slight for my vanity
It may conflict with your morality but I won't be happy until I tested the top of the ladders mortality
and that stream pulses with peaking blood and fear. They say money should reflect my image and hide my inner madness until I'm dead and gone like Lear, ignoring my knee-jerk cry of 'travesty' at having to call someone majesty, to let them take my reins and give them mastery.

Not throwing stones and sticks but words instead is messing with my head, and why is it so wrong to make eye contact, while over emphasising 'dead'. Well... This is my way, so office fucking politics can go ahead and suck on monkey dicks

Oh hell yeah. yes yes yes.. awesome .. YAY! Magdalena wow. drive.. wow. eamon wow. to all of you thank you . i love it.

mjolnir said:Hope my form is alright. Keen to see some good rhymes. Cool comp Devilish.

Your form is perfect. i love it. thank you .

   

Don't kid yourself; I own you


Have I stung you once too often
for us to continue on this way?

Have my lies of 'I love you'
ceased to brighten up your day?

Can you suddenly see clearly
from your position at my feet?

The ways in which I keep you there
now not seeming quite so sweet?

Have you finally decided
that you need to be free?

And that the only way you can
is to go on without me?

Do you swear that you mean it,
that this time it is for real?

That you'll never take me back,
no matter how I appeal?



But don't you remember
our picnics in the park?

And the way I hold you gently
when you're frightened in the dark?

Wont you miss the way I laugh
at the same things that you do?

Are you starting to see now
that what they're saying is untrue?

We both know I have a temper,
but can't you see me cry?

Don't you think we're worth
at least another try?

Can't you see I need you,
and realize I was wrong?

I'll lie and say 'I love you'
and you'll come back where you belong.

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