post #3
What rapture?
They tied knots in smoke…
On some Cruella De’Ville shit…
“Cruel-la-devil…’
Never letting my future watch that Disney shit…
Sableminal fuckery!
Crush velvet, murder…
Entrapment…
Hitting a pimp name polyester…
Pulling teeth and caps…
Mr Cleaned up!
Bald drift wood!
Floating on water bloated…
Coral reefs cuisines…
Do… You… Get… It…
Silly string tied the lips of a snake…
Went wow!
To…
Wild out!
All the way to…
North western district pig department…
Ya….
post #4
Spread the word like legs giving the world I’m spoken for. White and dark Shierly Temple curls. Bad girl addicted to my wants! Honestly pondering in O.C.D. motion!
Thinking…
Which day is it?
I’m wrapped up like a gift. Inside that gift is coal. I’m done asking my childhood, Adulthood…
Away!
Cobwebs Mc Dusty Tail. That is I! Your my divine astrology. Your the first I’ve encountered. With all the signs… Every cry is a figment of imagination. Happily till erosion.
A tale spin of falling grace! Sky village! Enter here! In front of building capacity values.
Family life matters to………
post #5
All from the heart!
Deal with it…
I’m yours…
Me…
Calico Da Vinci…
I’m your man…
Following my trajectory…
As soon as I land….
All from the heart!
Bath water…
The sofa…
The bed…
kitchen table…
Knocking off the
Glass on that…
Wood Surface…
All from the heart!
Do you want the
lift softened
mineral water
target….
All from the heart!
The lane…
The rain…
Nothing I’ve ever
dreamed of…
Reality hot
ghost peppers…
No thank you!
No swine
for I…
Or my…
swan…
All from the heart!
One more time…
Before you
leave…
One more
time before
you sleep…
One more
time after
you’ve awaken…
I just can’t
get enough!
I need your
Caramel cone…
Even on Sundays…
All from the heart
Snow storm…..
Snow storm…
Snow storm…
I….
Just…
Want…
To…
Be…
Inside…
Your…
Apartment for two…
I…
You…
No animals…
Outside is live…
Inside that comfortable smiles…
Lazy…
Baby…
Let’s get up close…
Personal with the strokes…
Hand guardian of the back of your…
Rhythmic neck as snow flakes…
Hits the presiputation on the window…
What’s that in my ear…
“Wise communication my dear…”
Layed back style…
lazy boy cup holder is the remote…
She said…
“Nah Ahh”
“You can watch me…”
Record player listening…
She didnt no who “Otis Redding” was…
So I took her back to enlist in night school…
Every track put her deep…
Connection energy with me…
Souls become best friends…
Best friends become lovers…
the lanes address…
Forgot the numbers…
The seasons…
The days…
My ways inscription on side walks…
Corner store walls…
I’m the strong stallion…
Sattle me up…
Ride me…
Provide that thing that…
They say is a ugly word…
Between two loves…
It’s the best love…
1 1/2 of it…
When the steam between the engine…
Cools…
The train will be back running…
It’s not over…
Like a obsessive Ex…
Her shoulders were like…
Golden harp tips at the top…
Grazed my hands…
Leaving abrasions…
Just like that bullet that grazed my index finger…
You graze into my in house patient…
The one who rarely gets attention…
You give all the attention to it with no problems…
Attention…
To…
My…
other…
Soul…
Connection…
The tiger and the bear….
The tiger…
Pardon…
law is law…
The bear shared the Tigers goals…
Even thoughts…
Which sparked interest in the bear…
The tiger cub was there…
Sweet innocent like harmony…
Aromatic poetry…
The butterflies danced to…
Almost like a mating ritual…
Bear…
Tiger…
Exitement…
Emotionless emotions…
Torn from the bears claw…
The bears heart ripped from out of chest by the Tigers faults…
The bear forgives…
The bear was never as strong as the tiger thought…
The bear was in love with the tiger by thought…
Body…
Mind…
The bear even mined his business when he wanted to ask why…
Why would you hurt the only creature that naturally cared…
The bear wanted nothing…
Only to see the tiger and tiger cub thrive…
Hurt from the Tigers chaotic life…
The bear really cared more then the tiger could ever imagine…
The bear wanted the tiger in the bears cave…
The bear respected the Tigers decisions to stay in its jungle…
The bear and the tiger…
Osiris took me under…
The ocean was poseidons…
Hung from the trident…
Pitchforks up like growth and development…
Pale skin of an Egyptian…
Choked me from second hand smoke…
Judo chop the lungs…
Paralyzing my apitite for friction…
The only way I can make it out of hell…
Is to take the next bullet for a innocent…
Die…
Already half dead…
I smiled and said….
Is that it for blown trip wire…
Forbidden physcotics gave birth to lithium…
Numbing the feelings of any…
A Xanax type blanket…
Trying to sweep my voices herd…
Burn in the chimney…
My prison I.d. wrist band…
I can never be…
A…
New man…
She told me…
The boys only want her for cookies and milk…
I told her stay away from those boys…
There filth…
When the rite man comes along…
You will feel it…
remember your goals come first…
Don’t worrie so much…
Stay healthy…
Stay famous in your heart…
I sat aside on the side lines…
Coaching…
Helping her focus…
like a daughter or niece…
Long story wild! She fell in love with me. Im way to old for you. Way to damaged like split ends on dread locks.
19 years old… You’ve got so much out there for you. I’m not the one. I do care about you. Not like that…
My best friends daughter… See the thing is that your father approves of this. He is doing 60 years for his down fall..
look I will always be here…
For a red Camilla…
I maybe tough…
I always water the flowers…
With knowledge and knowledge of self…
I’m in your corner like stick up kids at night…
Your a kid still…
I watched you grow up…
I even took care of you…
Your mother to…
Remember…
It was cold out…
Y’all had no place to go…
Your mother is working had now…
She also has her own business…
Your in college…
I’m so proud of you!
I challenge you to make something of yourself…
I’ll try to live to see you well…
In my eyes and heart…
you will allways be my little one…
That’s where it stops there…
Rita Rita Cheeto eater… lol!
Dedicated to a friend!
I think of you like those old war times…
Isolation was cold in my wet boots…
In home treatment…
Kept a man so warm…
I was a hot comb perm pressing logos and Locos…
Always coming to the sounds of you calling me…
Fresh stitching…
Your v.i.p. in to my car battery like mind…
you knew the reason it took time for memory to start up…
Shell shocked mind from battery acid…
Burned holes in my compassionate feelings or views…
You held me and my cries late nights…
Like a new born…
Sick…
I always reached for you…
Street fortunately I had fortune…
Breaking the cookie to see you…
My heart is a symptom that I feel when your gone…
Linger there from miles…
Never cheated cheap…
Never lied to a peach…
I won’t turn back…
I won’t think of war no more….
bye bye my birdie…
I just want to no something?
Do you really love me?
Or does it just sound good to you…
Feel like you do…
Do you feel what I’m saying?
“I do love you…”
That doesn’t answer my question.
I move strictly off the sence of finger tips..
It just something about you that makes me feel nothing…
“……….”
Thanks!
That’s the answer I was looking for…
Just do me a solid and don’t call me no more…
In here…
I never counted down the day till my date…
Where time doesn’t matter because your already doing it…
The worst thing I ever saw in this joint was…
Grown men that don’t want to leave there…
Psychologically it’s there home…
Turned guys into children all over again…
Told when to sit!
When to stand!
When to shower!
Watched by others…
Privicy is just thrown out like the left overs we eat for dinner…
Then lights out at ten after bunk count…
Something I can’t do again!
Have you ever herd a grown man cry in his sleep…
Boys who came in at 17 and died at 73…
Have you ever begged someone not to fight you…
They tried it enyway…
I knocked his eyes out the socket…
On the first day…
He had to get plastic surgery…
Rats squeeking in the hallways…
Tears of war wunds and war crys…
I don’t want to go back…
I don’t want to go back in there…
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
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