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Delicate Penchant
Like hot wax was encased over it,
My heart formed a hard sheath
Soft enough to be scraped off and unveil the warm tunnels of energy running through my veins
I feed on the envy of life's gains
In hopes that my intensity remains
the origin of my chaotic memoirs
Staring out to the stars
Connecting constellations
millions of miles apart
Wiping streams of orgasmic essence across the astronomy of my
unforeseen valiance
Tolerance of this tyrant race,
the scrimmages of my days,
Philosophical ways mirroring my desires,
Lighting bewitching fires,
Cursing curiosities
Drawing me in like dire symphonies
I tell myself to stay away from the sweet smell of surrender
Where I wish to unfold my blossoming erotic animosity
Let my demanded need to be fed spoonfuls of intellectual stature,
be met by spews of raw carnation attacking the insides of my warmth...
Squeezing the dew drops of my fantasies
Drinking the longing from the tip of my cortex,
Spinning in an unperturbed vortex
Rounding my feme-sphere with the connectivity of neuron light shows
Sailing across my blue visions points
to trance me into a gravitational pull
The wheels within my dome want to go against time and turn counterclock wise,
Leaving me with jumbled thoughts and sorts of organizational need
Putting me on cerebral over load
I enjoy the magnetic intercourse of our word flow
My poetic strip tease
Revealing vocabularies and intellect levels
As I unveil each dictated piece...
Each desired need
I flip my victimness into strongheaded mess
No need for empathetic relations,
They don't change the fact that the time I was a victim does exist....
Forward is the only direction I know and allow myself to move,
Unless Aladdin sweeps through,
wants to ride me magic carpet style....
to our Astro moons....
I'm used to the silence,
to the intimidation of my essence.....
My words speak so loudly,
The affect can be defeaning volumes in this dead quietness
I take no offense to their shut down defenses
Testosterone usually attracted like a magnet,
Neurons to estrogen being the extent of it,
Too scared to unveil the inner goddesses of poetic tales,
So they sniff at the trail,
Like puppy dogs on their masters tail....
Carnal desires that are covered by monitors,
Bold proclamations with no intention but to sit and enjoy the commentary...
My epilogues keep building
Prologues diminishing
But this neurotic desire for ignitation of my intellectual trinity.....
never hinders or dies
It crackles and pops needing to be fed as it dwindles into ashes
And is relit by brain waves taking me on intelligent walks through dictatorial grace:....
My heart formed a hard sheath
Soft enough to be scraped off and unveil the warm tunnels of energy running through my veins
I feed on the envy of life's gains
In hopes that my intensity remains
the origin of my chaotic memoirs
Staring out to the stars
Connecting constellations
millions of miles apart
Wiping streams of orgasmic essence across the astronomy of my
unforeseen valiance
Tolerance of this tyrant race,
the scrimmages of my days,
Philosophical ways mirroring my desires,
Lighting bewitching fires,
Cursing curiosities
Drawing me in like dire symphonies
I tell myself to stay away from the sweet smell of surrender
Where I wish to unfold my blossoming erotic animosity
Let my demanded need to be fed spoonfuls of intellectual stature,
be met by spews of raw carnation attacking the insides of my warmth...
Squeezing the dew drops of my fantasies
Drinking the longing from the tip of my cortex,
Spinning in an unperturbed vortex
Rounding my feme-sphere with the connectivity of neuron light shows
Sailing across my blue visions points
to trance me into a gravitational pull
The wheels within my dome want to go against time and turn counterclock wise,
Leaving me with jumbled thoughts and sorts of organizational need
Putting me on cerebral over load
I enjoy the magnetic intercourse of our word flow
My poetic strip tease
Revealing vocabularies and intellect levels
As I unveil each dictated piece...
Each desired need
I flip my victimness into strongheaded mess
No need for empathetic relations,
They don't change the fact that the time I was a victim does exist....
Forward is the only direction I know and allow myself to move,
Unless Aladdin sweeps through,
wants to ride me magic carpet style....
to our Astro moons....
I'm used to the silence,
to the intimidation of my essence.....
My words speak so loudly,
The affect can be defeaning volumes in this dead quietness
I take no offense to their shut down defenses
Testosterone usually attracted like a magnet,
Neurons to estrogen being the extent of it,
Too scared to unveil the inner goddesses of poetic tales,
So they sniff at the trail,
Like puppy dogs on their masters tail....
Carnal desires that are covered by monitors,
Bold proclamations with no intention but to sit and enjoy the commentary...
My epilogues keep building
Prologues diminishing
But this neurotic desire for ignitation of my intellectual trinity.....
never hinders or dies
It crackles and pops needing to be fed as it dwindles into ashes
And is relit by brain waves taking me on intelligent walks through dictatorial grace:....
Published 11th Jan 2017
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11th Jan 2017 9:44am
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11th Jan 2017 6:05pm
You flatter me Adam. Thank you so much for always supporting my poetic endeavors
11th Jan 2017 9:48am
I admire the way you write, just as I think it is a talent to convey complex messages in few words, I think it equally a talent to be able to make poems so consistently elaborative as you do and always have them be interesting. Love the rawness of the emotion. Great write, LA.
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
11th Jan 2017 6:07pm
Thank you anon. You have a fabulous point there. It is a true gift to say something complex and deep in little words. A talent in which I lack and sometimes envy lol . Those who know me personally know that my extensive expressiveness and talketivemess can sometimes be just as much of a curse/drawback as it is a poetic gift. I thank you for seeing it as the latter of the two ;-)
11th Jan 2017 12:58pm
11th Jan 2017 6:09pm
Thank you poetik. Didn't mean to get you dizzy lol but go ahead and spark one up! But roll a spliff instead....it's better for your health...and mind :-)
11th Jan 2017 6:39pm
Lmao...I've never smoked a cig. I am a fan of the Buddha but sadly ain't had that in forever... lol
11th Jan 2017 2:05pm
My first reaction was "Damn, this a vulnerable write!" And then I thought, "No, it's a very strong write." And then it hit me, this is an incredibly strong write because of its vulnerability.
"I flip my victimness into strongheaded mess
No need for empathetic relations,
They don't change the fact that the time I was a victim does exist....
Forward is the only direction I know and allow myself to move"
There is a great deal of sensuality and depth of character in this piece. You make no apologies (and you have none to make!), simply "this is who I am, where I've been, and I've managed without your help." Keep feeding that inner fire, your brilliance will be astoundingly blinding. :)
Willow
"I flip my victimness into strongheaded mess
No need for empathetic relations,
They don't change the fact that the time I was a victim does exist....
Forward is the only direction I know and allow myself to move"
There is a great deal of sensuality and depth of character in this piece. You make no apologies (and you have none to make!), simply "this is who I am, where I've been, and I've managed without your help." Keep feeding that inner fire, your brilliance will be astoundingly blinding. :)
Willow
11th Jan 2017 6:13pm
Sigh...Willow my kindred feme soul. You give me goosebumps every time. Vulnerable indeed....This has been written for awhile now, I was just not yet bold or brace enough to post my vulnerability. But....as you put it, it's also what builds my strength; so Iust embrace it headstrong and show who I am, in whole and entirety. I thank you for watching my journey and being so inspirational, guiding, and free ❤️
11th Jan 2017 5:36pm
Wow... this is such an amazing and wonderful piece. So vulnerable with the language and has power behind it too. Just a lovely write Lyrical_Aptitude.
11th Jan 2017 6:18pm
11th Jan 2017 9:55pm
"Like hot wax was encased over it,
My heart formed a hard sheath
Soft enough to be scraped off and unveil the warm tunnels of energy running through my veins "
that opening spoke volumes
the nuances of your pen elevate and excavate
the senses simultaneously
like poetic foreplay with a sublime subliminal invite attached
RSVP only.this is velvet roped verbiage
enter only from the top floor of of the goddess' temple
VIP ..access granted to very intelligent poetry
bottom feeding root chakra aficionados put on purgatory duty
dreaming of big booties and tatas
watching your every move but still can't see you..
tadaaa..
always shaking the inkwell lady..
this vibe is off the chain
My heart formed a hard sheath
Soft enough to be scraped off and unveil the warm tunnels of energy running through my veins "
that opening spoke volumes
the nuances of your pen elevate and excavate
the senses simultaneously
like poetic foreplay with a sublime subliminal invite attached
RSVP only.this is velvet roped verbiage
enter only from the top floor of of the goddess' temple
VIP ..access granted to very intelligent poetry
bottom feeding root chakra aficionados put on purgatory duty
dreaming of big booties and tatas
watching your every move but still can't see you..
tadaaa..
always shaking the inkwell lady..
this vibe is off the chain
Ha!!! That was super dope naaj...you got me over her grinning from bright red ear to ear. It's amazing how you read me so well, sum me up in a stanza from my poetic flow.
"RSVP only.this is velvet rope verbiage"
Yesssss...just....yes. You're reply speaks volumes in itself! Cascading me in multiple directions of inspiration and intrigue. Thank you for vibin!
"RSVP only.this is velvet rope verbiage"
Yesssss...just....yes. You're reply speaks volumes in itself! Cascading me in multiple directions of inspiration and intrigue. Thank you for vibin!
13th Jan 2017 5:37pm
I've read this piece earlier, but I needed to reread it and find the right words to comment...
I still don't have them! You blow me away everytime with your amazing artistry!
What you do with words and sounds is unbelievable!
It's hard to highlight a favorite part, but this:
"I enjoy the magnetic intercourse of our word flow
My poetic strip tease
Revealing vocabularies and intellect levels
As I unveil each dictated piece...
Each desired need" > IS JUST MINDBLOWING
And then I think "you should collab with Naajir" but you already did that (lol)
I still want to read that one, but I sometimes struggle with very long poems, soon...
One word left: Bravo!!!
I still don't have them! You blow me away everytime with your amazing artistry!
What you do with words and sounds is unbelievable!
It's hard to highlight a favorite part, but this:
"I enjoy the magnetic intercourse of our word flow
My poetic strip tease
Revealing vocabularies and intellect levels
As I unveil each dictated piece...
Each desired need" > IS JUST MINDBLOWING
And then I think "you should collab with Naajir" but you already did that (lol)
I still want to read that one, but I sometimes struggle with very long poems, soon...
One word left: Bravo!!!
Duende you leave me speechless with your commentary. As I blush I thank you for again taking the time to travel through my mind and read. You blew me away equallynwith your gift my dear. And yes, it seems there are a group of us kindred poets who gravitate towards the same vibe....My Collab with Naajir was a lyrical journey of symbolic epiphanies and excitement. I think you two would combine flows quite beautifully as well if you have not already! :-)
Only read what your heart desires my friend. Thank you for being so inspiring
Only read what your heart desires my friend. Thank you for being so inspiring
14th Jan 2017 6:56am
Your reply made me smile, dear!
It's just like real life... some people share some (lyrical) genes! I only ever collaborated with DevilsChild, because I'm a though cookie to collab with (I'm such a control freak) but I'm honored that you think Naajir and I would flow together... both of you belong to my personal top :-)
It's just like real life... some people share some (lyrical) genes! I only ever collaborated with DevilsChild, because I'm a though cookie to collab with (I'm such a control freak) but I'm honored that you think Naajir and I would flow together... both of you belong to my personal top :-)
