if i were to have a superpower it’d be slow- motion for all the times you turned heads skyward although i’d have to make rules for non- interference such as letting your teardrops hit the dirt-floor otherwise we’d sink to the bottom of a saltless sea
Layer after layer pulling back the veil finding more empty promises empty words hiding the rot of the core traitors or patriots choose the false duality of choice destroys the kaleidoscope of the mind fight to exist unhindered and free fight with your soul and spirit become a warrior at peace hate is not freedom but blinds chains the mind controls you a puppet on a string three simple rules to live free never trust corporations never trust the greed ...
Shadowed cautions that fly with reckless hands into the wind; this wind is (still) returning melancholy-dipped waves that lap with greedy tongues at my frailty; this frailty is (still) imploring retreat along starlit paths that point with knowing fingers into the dark; this dark is (still) embracing sorrow for the longing ache that laughs with mocking lips at my heart; this heart is (still) believing in joy beyond the precipice that haunts with shuffling feet
What is it that makes us want an individual based on color of eyes The color or texture of hair, eliminating all questions of why I don't know her name but want to slide between her thighs The shape of her hips is only complimented by the shape of her thighs
I hung onto her every last word bathing in the sound Sound traveling through me faster giving my heart a pound Beaten to a pulp, to show it that love doesn't reside in looks Then taught other things to expect that have nothing to do with looks