Deadly Melodic

Just one

serving of


I’m the dish

Flavored till complete.

Glass lips break, into

Cotton candy.


Lipstick those

falling shards onto

my cheek bone.

Formed A

Cutting-edge kiss.

You almost fell…

like some priceless

China plate before

I caught You.

No matter what

The risk.

I’d never

Let you ever.

A finished cuisine,

Ever hit The floor till.


There is no Remake

As remarkable.

Your Ivory


So neatly


Looks like a

Hieroglyphs in



My micro endorphins

Open up like.

The sun…

Peaking through the.

After storm clouds.

This was no dream,

That your features

Were close up.


At the flawless


I’m under

The spell of your eyes.

Oh Lord!

You put a

Spell on me!

You speak Like its

written in old English


Like re-watching

You in a short black and White documentary.

I comatosed into


In front of a


In What seemed to be

An elevator….

A star, bound

To the ocean.

Into the third eye,

Left wet finger

Prints on me.

I was browsing entirely,

I became quiet.

I wish I was that


A phenomenon

Of beauty.

to fucking


I can’t fucking forget it!

Oh No’s

I can honestly say that.
I’m seriously indecisive.

when I fully commit to
something or someone.
it can become a crisis.
The hardest critic is myself.
Yes it’s true.

Various mental issues
that plague my view.
Getting Tangled in past unpaid

I’m realising that the same
People who try instilling positivity.
Are Condoning these new ways.
To be offended By people. Who don’t understand there offending you.

Fuck! I’m tired!
Fuck you and ya mama!
I can’t stand humans and there
phony mottos to live by but won’t
Die by what there trying to
Live for.

Falsified explanations.. excuses why not to do this Or say that.
Why not to believe in this or that.
The blind lead the blind mah’ fucka!
Don’t you believe in that.

Just because it sounds like it’s true don’t mean that it’s right.
Like being in a relationship and your partner believes. Every
Thing they single friend says is right.

Bitch Wrong!
I’m so far beyond your
comprehension that.
I already know the shit y’all be on.
Next time I take advice. It will be
from the earth, not a pilgrim.

What lives matter?
Shut the fuck up!
Those white folk had
Me facing 40yrs plus! for defending

Shut up!
Let me finish!
I say this right here!
I “Mr Thomas” solidly, solemnly swear I will never write about
Love and old love affairs.
Till the earth burns on its axis and explodes. from
Global warming ignored.

Atlest I know I wont be the only
Person to burn in a hell. Ain’t no
Self-defense laws for negros.
For the record………
Fuck you all I’m already dead!
Fuck the love you know
If it’s true love you never had.

Life….. Or…… Death…..

Funnel Cake

Slow motion detection in overdrive…

From conversions that played on my summer sun…

Two stone members speaking 70s litterateur…

Something only you and I can comprehend…

In this time capsule day and age…

International flights through my mind…

You and I…

Coffee or tea…

I don’t drink alcohol…


Her legs crossed legendary with the now…

Yet different…

Die for…


I miss understood your native…

I lay, lie, low in your vocal chords…

50s lingo…

She’s so dreamy…

My favorite flavors of sugar…

Kisses my love life…

Smuggle me in between your flower power…

Let me electric slide my pen to your paper…

After I leave this place…

Call me…