Memories of Deeper Song 4/13/12

I whisper your name almost in some sort of prayer.strumming your pain, i spit your song the piano player. killing you softly. mood west coasting, hydraulic press.Trembling pulsing tingling writing love poems on your slippery wet goose bumped fevered flesh.sitting under water falls are chasing us.two wheel riding no shuttle bus.i am butter laying melting on you.i have architect this moment.call me Palladio. my mouth the radio surrounds us by the quite storm.i in plural form dread widows walk.the color of the night is pillow talk.deep smelly scars of lie.you slide me with your glad eye. i expect you to put my heart in the bottom of your shoe.Fred Flintstone,my perfect beauty, you  make true our yabbadabbado and i gobble down your puppy chow.im not scared of the fall now.yes, You are a marvel.having bubble and squeak conjunctions You are unique. In all the years that have passed, for me my moon ,there has never been another like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move.you are outta sight.i can gig,swerve,footloose,and juke in your groove.like dy-na-mite.  in whole of you ,your steering from the rear.your life is greatness leaking from the pin of  Shakespeare, your grace is  Michelangelo that attracts this bullheaded buffalo, your vibes are southern, voice Beethoven.i enjoy your thermal spring. i cant shake this stain,my coffee ring.You have the capacity for anything. vice versa you are my mirror staring at we bestows an awards upon .can you blame me for wanting to hold on?

Muse of Dreams (predated) 4/12/12

 we lived eternity on a count of one two three times.i the rhythms you the rhymes,our love was the complicated kind.waking up on misty  beaches, with black sand in our creases.we were the scattered pieces of time.creators of new releases of our over casted mind.it was the simplicity of the matter.we flew without wings,we knew not the tragedy of gravity.we were now and latter.we danced in the seasons.strength weakening  happily with adhesion. breathing for you religiously allowed us to love poetically.burning up with unfulfilled energy.our cravings grow stronger and bolder  magnetically.we are prisoners in our dangerous world unapologetically.We got us humming like Marley is this love that we feeling?heard it said it was destiny.anything you can think of is real.whither it is an unstable stiletto heel or a sweet  candied citrus peel.we broke the deal.soaked in natural cologne.up and down we on a steamroller high  tropic and low polar zone.locked in a ying yang carried on our screams our status we proclaim.with our rays and beams we leave streams of the scenes we executed capital  supreme.then again all things are permissible in our dreams.

Response with Sphere 4/11/12

i do intend to win, whatever battles i fight.i refuse to rest in the pacifying of your night.i will rage!i must rage! against the ignorance of my light.regret shall have no dominion.apposed to preconceived opinion.Grave man,near psychological death. You see with blinding sight.But perfect beauty you are true.If these past times have made you clever, the upcoming may thrust genius upon you.

i wanna  love you; i wanna love and treat you right!i wanna love you;everyday and every night!

wild man who caught and chanted the sun into flight.Sink in and know these words are the meaning of right.vision-less eyes could blaze like meteors and learn to late they grieved love on its way.old age should burn and rave at close of day.Curse,bless me now with your full flavor i pray.dont be afraid to reach our height.do not rest easy in your  appeasing night. rage! you  must rage! against the subsidence of my light.

Landscape with Underlined Concept 4/6/12

to hear hollow words or sincere verbs taking voyage to fan the silence to her is unnecessary.
the words reaching out like desperate hands LOVE ME,only no answer but blank faces.
deep rising eyes draped in a sadness damned to silence. damned in exile.
they're too afraid of voices that makes them three dimensional a family connection scares them crawling back into
the void avoidance fits them so well.
she is well worn torn and wholly alone.It's never ending as long as shes been breathing its been this way.
a never ending night but she never goes to sleep.
she'd kill for her reality to be a nightmare but Awakening will not vanish it.
Hate, anger, frustration,How does she survive?Confusion, distraught, depression.
Why even be alive?
They chose not to see the screams behind her eyes and they
deafen their ears to suit so they wont be infected By this emotive mute.
because they don't care only inside she'll cry knowing it makes no difference to them
whether she lives or dies. her heart became numb way back.you see they start to hate her
 because emotions towards them she lacks.her soul always wept the sorrows passed away,
 but the pain is still kept.she wants to remember all of them together.going back to the beginning when
i love you to her meant forever.Ghastly, deafening silence seeps through her seams. if theres a way out
 she must find it by any means.they're Harboring a lifetime of melancholy blue dejection,
reeking of ripe regret them a family Too vague to remember Too important to forget.

Dating,really? 04/09/12

     Took hours to tame your tickle-brain.to be more prepared for eminent domain.nail polished in broken soul.perfumed in desirable.personalized by the firebomb in your eyes . you sit across from him.he listens to you;you are his hymn.excited by the prospect of meeting someone new. going through the annual security review.judged and critiqued later,this meeting has turned into job interview.giving into one night stands like giving into drunken late night ice cream binges.you are gambling,becomes your addiction. one measly cent can flip into an actual eviction.His words are starting to taste good,like fruit from the watermelon vine.thats only because  your trapped in the legs of numbing wine.that will only keep you grounded in the unemployment line.this is dating.behold your conversation with the stars and the creator of once upon a time.its the memorizing rhythm while your shopping through the clearance rack finding Prada is unrealistic.BUT you continue searching.Searching and searching, to find something worth purchasing.And he shows up on your screen, like a Carls Jr commercial. trying to hard to be sexy.his shirt feels like broken glass. thats Polly and Ester your not dressed in Armani. Oh honey,where is your originality that shapes your personality.this is dating.The land of the disjointed.I was ready and waiting.Hes a  starbucks brownie.it looks good but once tasted ending with disappointed.

Dot with Point 04/10/12

lost in a sea of nameless faces.through the soil,maple,wheat,mocha,copper and maroon shades from different places. with all our different styles. problems and time miles we stand as one.here we have liberated ourselves from past fraught with self-doubt.day in and day out,"Great is thy faithfulness"  is what we're  knowledgeable about.we have a pride in all things ethnic.a confidence, stretch beyond our 1,185 acres.This place, a revelation. us the ground shakers the pray breakers,lawmakers.established in 1896 we are historically seventh-day adventist.the definition of spoken word in motion.we are the gospel singing.mind painting,jazz musician,praise dancing,writing,drama performing,musical compositions of black youth.we are lost voices heard.a truth, made legendary.ours is no longer a case of untold.because of this place our cross is blue and gold.here as there we are developing servant leaders.this is a place we go eat.they are Eagle feeders.teaching us funambulism. we are the assortment of colored mimetic possibilities. this place is the mecca,the very heart of black adventism.we are the rock Cory memories of nostalgia- days of close friendships and destiny formed.no one should be deprived of this experience.the inside jokes.he bug bites. studying late nights.  the revolutionary movements. we vibrate with  glorious ultra-sound ,the likes of which we haven't heard since.welcome to a weak taste of my campus.

Dialogue with Falling Son 04/07/12

And then i find myself at the bottom of a bottle. summoned into battle as if a artist production.across oceans and cracks. i have caused a deconstruction.i have burnt upon myself.guilt sprang from the depths of me.ever plummeting southwards.this time there were three.oh death where is your victory.get those eyes from inside of me.collecting them n bottles.creating a self induction.flustered disconnected hurt...i am a warrior.hear my thunderous war cry.i failed my reproduction.bruised from a afflicted scar.i am the epitome of deduction.furious and embattled, GOD smiles upon me? am i a product of his mercy?imbuing me with power he has made me a spectacle of glory.yet inside of me a weapon of destruction. they've been taken away from me.some sort of form of abduction.every trace of them was washed away,....i wonder why it has to be this way.

-For those who sufer from aborto espontaneo