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Sex & Death, Creation & Destruction
Complete and indiscrete, untamed,
My feet stand a man's ground.
Every pounding round
Accosted across this land,
The span of my RAM quietly hidden
From wily decision, high mileage
In gutterwise decisions, unbidden
To release my vision in sheets of rain
Where God weeps again. Keep me in pain
I reach to gain when I improvise
Against rising tide. Tense behind a tired sigh,
Strength in every fly-by sentence,
I divide your senses hence
Bolder glimpses to over fill ya'
Like bowls of sensemilla.
Colder since telling others
Hypnotically how to smell colors chronically.
The honesty in my subconscious-phonics see,
To clearly explain my weary brain: I am tired
Of tasting pain's fondest sense
Like a vampire to a jaundice patient.
No faking 'til you make it! That way is so gay.
I'd rather take it away in the first statement.
Firebursts from a berserk to shake the pavement
So Earth can uncreate synergistic linguistics
Listing her missives in flying by bits
Of forgotten knowledge, spot-on all of it.
Every slice attacks me. Flack tracks me
In fits of light refracted unrestrained
In every drop of rain where Gaia decides
To literal flick her wisdom in crystal prisms.
Seething for me like racist cops
She sees me and her playlist won't stop.
So the stasis of raindrops is the basis of cranial pop,
Pop flooding me for chops that drop staccato.
Reflecting directly in my mind like the gently sexy
Stroking of each kind of rib-tine,
Stretchy under lingering fingers
Over your mom's spine
When she hits the lotto
That same staccato
Rhythm matches her wiggling
Twitches unhidden, giggling
When I fill her to jiggling
As she gets ridden from behind.
Such a vision when her muscles realign...
To fit in after a divine tussle.
Show a gasp because yoga keeps her frighteningly elastic
Like light refracted, so tight but spastic.
Still listening for the sight of magic wisdom?
Glistening right sweat and tantra-practiced
Cum glistening reflects back
As even Brahma's orgasms in fissions
From chasms expresses sweat-tracks
In volcanic spasms. And Kali's prana
Envisioning in every whispering dispersed
From skydrop like her sigh when the shuddering stops
Curses the birth of an omniverse to taste and reflect.
Never waste when a second explodes like there is no next.
More creation in sex's inspiration
Tethered closer than death's captivation.
The mind of every life taken
Makes its divine statement
With no sigh lacking.
This life is merely a distraction
Before such passion
Hijacks my mode of creation!
My feet stand a man's ground.
Every pounding round
Accosted across this land,
The span of my RAM quietly hidden
From wily decision, high mileage
In gutterwise decisions, unbidden
To release my vision in sheets of rain
Where God weeps again. Keep me in pain
I reach to gain when I improvise
Against rising tide. Tense behind a tired sigh,
Strength in every fly-by sentence,
I divide your senses hence
Bolder glimpses to over fill ya'
Like bowls of sensemilla.
Colder since telling others
Hypnotically how to smell colors chronically.
The honesty in my subconscious-phonics see,
To clearly explain my weary brain: I am tired
Of tasting pain's fondest sense
Like a vampire to a jaundice patient.
No faking 'til you make it! That way is so gay.
I'd rather take it away in the first statement.
Firebursts from a berserk to shake the pavement
So Earth can uncreate synergistic linguistics
Listing her missives in flying by bits
Of forgotten knowledge, spot-on all of it.
Every slice attacks me. Flack tracks me
In fits of light refracted unrestrained
In every drop of rain where Gaia decides
To literal flick her wisdom in crystal prisms.
Seething for me like racist cops
She sees me and her playlist won't stop.
So the stasis of raindrops is the basis of cranial pop,
Pop flooding me for chops that drop staccato.
Reflecting directly in my mind like the gently sexy
Stroking of each kind of rib-tine,
Stretchy under lingering fingers
Over your mom's spine
When she hits the lotto
That same staccato
Rhythm matches her wiggling
Twitches unhidden, giggling
When I fill her to jiggling
As she gets ridden from behind.
Such a vision when her muscles realign...
To fit in after a divine tussle.
Show a gasp because yoga keeps her frighteningly elastic
Like light refracted, so tight but spastic.
Still listening for the sight of magic wisdom?
Glistening right sweat and tantra-practiced
Cum glistening reflects back
As even Brahma's orgasms in fissions
From chasms expresses sweat-tracks
In volcanic spasms. And Kali's prana
Envisioning in every whispering dispersed
From skydrop like her sigh when the shuddering stops
Curses the birth of an omniverse to taste and reflect.
Never waste when a second explodes like there is no next.
More creation in sex's inspiration
Tethered closer than death's captivation.
The mind of every life taken
Makes its divine statement
With no sigh lacking.
This life is merely a distraction
Before such passion
Hijacks my mode of creation!
Published 4th Jul 2012
| Edited 30th Jun 2013
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17th Sep 2012 10:54pm
16th Oct 2012 3:09am
I appreciate the thought ma'am. I originally rapped this as aftermath (what vanilla-types call pillowtalk) on the come-down and was lucky enough to slip away and compose it before it all left me. I'll start posting the scratchy recordings soon.
