Boo! the wisdom is in the silent, depressing trees,
the soft night blue, gray, black sky ....
in the moon with the face, that glows .....in the stars so bright ...
but lost of self identity, the poetic suicidal words, that linger in the air?
feelings, emotions that crash against the rocks, like the ocean waves ?
but kiss, click, bang the sound of a bullet in the rain, will the sorrow go away ?
Vodka, JD, Whisky, the nights aren't wasted, they're lived ?
the drugs sink in and hit the spot ......
weed, pot sniff sniff meth an coke .....patron, Smirnoff, UV on ICE,
mending the sorrow away ?
shooting the gun or not - fucking or not ?
a rubber condom on a dick, drip drip multiple orgasms in the the sack ?
intertwining together.........
masturbation is not a crime........
but not making your own happiness, could be one day?
Love, drinking, fucking- a rush and thrill- a virgin trying to break free.....
abstinence is 100 % safe
multiply pills x condoms = 70 to 80 % safe?
not a math major- to say at all....?
arithmetic's, mathematical division, chemistry, science and biology ....
= a Soc/phys major were they all intertwine .....
lost in a jar of pure virginity, innocence, pure magic ?
were clocks don't exist ? taking the focus out of the now?
but used and abused, no one will ever know anyone ?
her soul cries, his heart bleeds, the chain of love ?
she loves him, his heart wants her, but she wants that guy ?
so the rules of attraction intertwine with the rules of love ?
so were is the honesty, truth in it all ......
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The ELEMENT of LIFE
Believing is the key to the soul an heart?
but flying is the hardest, when her feet are deep rooted?
when her wings are cut? and her lips are swollen ....
for she who does not read, will not be wise?
intellectual, smart, perfect and full of knowledge?
but rather ignorant, not well rounded ......
powerless, useless, and UN educated ......
But running from life
with depression, smoke in an empty Jar .....
like a sweet, sad lullaby ?
but a few dints, cuts, scrapes hurt deep inside ......
as perfection, wisdom , mathematical sex, knowledge,
and liquid writing, become an obsession......
for a pure virgin hoping for better luck in the sack.....
for a rock en roll, poet, sex god .....
so as for being sexually frustrated, to being curious about
masturbation, giving BJ's, kissing a guy, and making love to him ....
it's depressing, when she doesn't know where to start .....
But a murder of the soul and heart ?
for it is in sorrow, melting away.......
as the pain drips from her fingers and her eyes .....
the sadness that slips from her mouth ?
so may an angel save her......
for the stars are so dead, and have lost their brightness.....
but for love is what puts everything together .......
holds it tight, for it always comes back to love ?
when the sun doesn't shine, everything falls apart,
angels can't fly, when the road gets dark, the seasons change,
hope, faith is lost, the world isn't fare, and no one is on your side....
it always comes back to love ........
but flying is the hardest, when her feet are deep rooted?
when her wings are cut? and her lips are swollen ....
for she who does not read, will not be wise?
intellectual, smart, perfect and full of knowledge?
but rather ignorant, not well rounded ......
powerless, useless, and UN educated ......
But running from life
with depression, smoke in an empty Jar .....
like a sweet, sad lullaby ?
but a few dints, cuts, scrapes hurt deep inside ......
as perfection, wisdom , mathematical sex, knowledge,
and liquid writing, become an obsession......
for a pure virgin hoping for better luck in the sack.....
for a rock en roll, poet, sex god .....
so as for being sexually frustrated, to being curious about
masturbation, giving BJ's, kissing a guy, and making love to him ....
it's depressing, when she doesn't know where to start .....
But a murder of the soul and heart ?
for it is in sorrow, melting away.......
as the pain drips from her fingers and her eyes .....
the sadness that slips from her mouth ?
so may an angel save her......
for the stars are so dead, and have lost their brightness.....
but for love is what puts everything together .......
holds it tight, for it always comes back to love ?
when the sun doesn't shine, everything falls apart,
angels can't fly, when the road gets dark, the seasons change,
hope, faith is lost, the world isn't fare, and no one is on your side....
it always comes back to love ........
Sunday, September 27, 2009
SMOOTH- PATRON- SMIRNOFF
Patron, Smirnoff on ice, tipsy tipsy drunk
breaking all the rules ?
every drink she takes, she sees the world, for what it is?
puffing the magic dragon away
hitting, zipping, the bottle alone, in the dark ....
filling up the empty hole inside alone
feeling alive now ?
sharp objects ripping, through her insides
coming undone has never felt so good .....
the days she has lived? and hasn't ?
the things she didn't do ? or did do ?
they appeared like an illusion ?
flouting through the empty, mellow, silent, streets at night ......
telling her the truth ?
but she hears trees talking to her,
begging her to take another drink, of booze ....
shot after shot to the point, where tears come ?
small things become big ? if only her life could have been?
so far gone, high, stoned, drunk
that the past and the future come back to get her ?
but cars, clouds, voices are talking to her ?
but she laughs and giggles like a mad person, while the world sleeps.....
singing songs she doesn't know? dancing with life the night....
spinning around and around, mending the pain, cuts, sorrow ?
with a bottle of patron, Smirnoff and a bag of weed.....
thinking he's cute and eatable? like smooth mango lipstick ?
blue, green, eyeshadow ?
but making her way down to his "oh" making it last all night long ?
like a warm apple pie? hot bubble bath? a strawberry chocolate cake ?
with every bite an orgasm is felt, from head to toe?
intoxicated trying to hit a home run, saying no and yes ?
but somehow is still a virgin, and pressure is still on ?
and the world thinks, she's on ?
but all she knows is that she's
hungry, horny, and tired? thinking like what the fuck ?
that if maybe her life, turned out right? she could be free to be her ?
on this road called her life ........
breaking all the rules ?
every drink she takes, she sees the world, for what it is?
puffing the magic dragon away
hitting, zipping, the bottle alone, in the dark ....
filling up the empty hole inside alone
feeling alive now ?
sharp objects ripping, through her insides
coming undone has never felt so good .....
the days she has lived? and hasn't ?
the things she didn't do ? or did do ?
they appeared like an illusion ?
flouting through the empty, mellow, silent, streets at night ......
telling her the truth ?
but she hears trees talking to her,
begging her to take another drink, of booze ....
shot after shot to the point, where tears come ?
small things become big ? if only her life could have been?
so far gone, high, stoned, drunk
that the past and the future come back to get her ?
but cars, clouds, voices are talking to her ?
but she laughs and giggles like a mad person, while the world sleeps.....
singing songs she doesn't know? dancing with life the night....
spinning around and around, mending the pain, cuts, sorrow ?
with a bottle of patron, Smirnoff and a bag of weed.....
thinking he's cute and eatable? like smooth mango lipstick ?
blue, green, eyeshadow ?
but making her way down to his "oh" making it last all night long ?
like a warm apple pie? hot bubble bath? a strawberry chocolate cake ?
with every bite an orgasm is felt, from head to toe?
intoxicated trying to hit a home run, saying no and yes ?
but somehow is still a virgin, and pressure is still on ?
and the world thinks, she's on ?
but all she knows is that she's
hungry, horny, and tired? thinking like what the fuck ?
that if maybe her life, turned out right? she could be free to be her ?
on this road called her life ........
Monday, September 14, 2009
Virgin Soul
Drink the nights away?
tears of a virgin soul ....
the darkness, sorrow in her virgin soul
filling up like smoke in a jar ......
like the snow, winter chills ?
blooming flowers, in the summer?
falling like the colorful leaves,
from the naked trees, in the fall?
falling like the gray doted
rain, a colorful rainbow?
so ease the virgin heart, soul
with hot ice
for it cannot heal with
bubbles and chocolate
but pure, warm, soft, wet, sticky
horny,virgin love.....
The pain of being very good
hurts.Depressing to a virgin
whos never gotten dirty or been bad ?
like a *itch,
where no one can see?
like burning in the oven.
like a California fire
that needs to be put out.
like a virgin candle so hot, melting.
It's like a
flower, rose garden? in the summer.
needs to be watered down, for being so dry, hot....
needs to be put out with.....
1000 sweet, honey, sugar kisses .......
needs to be touched,
rubbed down right, polished,
like a delicate, fragile
golden glass pitcher ?
in a glass frame?
A virgin soul .....
needs to be fed with
faith, hope, love
a push and a pull
day in day out
needs to be fed with?
a poet with glowing eyes
and pure,warm love .....
soft, warm, wet, kisses
and magical beauty ?
that electrifys every
inch of her ? gets her
excited when she crawls
into his loving eyes ?
and feels
the window to his amazing,
wonderful, beautiful soul ?
like chocolate on a sad day,
an orgasm at some point in life?
and mind, blowing sex on a perfect day ?
from head to toe ?
to be tasted, loved, and pleasured ?
The virgin soul needs to be
fed with
inspiration, passion, dreams,
and desire?
to keep moving on
the virgin soul is hurting,
because it's just,
living in the upside down
world ? with no love,
with life being 10x more complicated?
then its heart, and soul......
tears of a virgin soul ....
the darkness, sorrow in her virgin soul
filling up like smoke in a jar ......
like the snow, winter chills ?
blooming flowers, in the summer?
falling like the colorful leaves,
from the naked trees, in the fall?
falling like the gray doted
rain, a colorful rainbow?
so ease the virgin heart, soul
with hot ice
for it cannot heal with
bubbles and chocolate
but pure, warm, soft, wet, sticky
horny,virgin love.....
The pain of being very good
hurts.Depressing to a virgin
whos never gotten dirty or been bad ?
like a *itch,
where no one can see?
like burning in the oven.
like a California fire
that needs to be put out.
like a virgin candle so hot, melting.
It's like a
flower, rose garden? in the summer.
needs to be watered down, for being so dry, hot....
needs to be put out with.....
1000 sweet, honey, sugar kisses .......
needs to be touched,
rubbed down right, polished,
like a delicate, fragile
golden glass pitcher ?
in a glass frame?
A virgin soul .....
needs to be fed with
faith, hope, love
a push and a pull
day in day out
needs to be fed with?
a poet with glowing eyes
and pure,warm love .....
soft, warm, wet, kisses
and magical beauty ?
that electrifys every
inch of her ? gets her
excited when she crawls
into his loving eyes ?
and feels
the window to his amazing,
wonderful, beautiful soul ?
like chocolate on a sad day,
an orgasm at some point in life?
and mind, blowing sex on a perfect day ?
from head to toe ?
to be tasted, loved, and pleasured ?
The virgin soul needs to be
fed with
inspiration, passion, dreams,
and desire?
to keep moving on
the virgin soul is hurting,
because it's just,
living in the upside down
world ? with no love,
with life being 10x more complicated?
then its heart, and soul......
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