Saturday, June 8, 2013
the first of many, more...
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
her
close...
clingy be cloying but this close?
is classy
cuz cation been
threw to the wind
and there's my grin
again
and agian
sniff smelling
and the silence
of sexual tension is yelling
and me?
I'm swelling
can't help but smile
all the while
nibbling
at the idea of more
pure
she SAYS she doesn't want to be alone
but while my mind is dithering
on whether or not if it's shot
will it score
confident sure
but is that
where this vat
of serendipity pours?
clingy be cloying but this close?
is classy
cuz cation been
threw to the wind
and there's my grin
again
and agian
sniff smelling
and the silence
of sexual tension is yelling
and me?
I'm swelling
can't help but smile
all the while
nibbling
at the idea of more
pure
she SAYS she doesn't want to be alone
but while my mind is dithering
on whether or not if it's shot
will it score
confident sure
but is that
where this vat
of serendipity pours?
Sunday, September 6, 2009
lmao
Royalty - Gang Starr
Faded. feverish fast fingers,frolicking frivolously,
Understanding unearth-er[... U], understatement usurper,
Calm, cool, confident, cocky cum-cognizant confabulation consultant...
Keeper...
PERIOD.
Yanking yuppies yammering,
Openly on origami opulence, on, obscure
Unfailingly unfathomable uninformative uglies....
Prince, what you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am of myself. There are and there will be thousands of princes. There is only one Beethoven. (Ludwig van Beethoven)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
huh?
there's a storm a coming
and I'm already
in the air
and I can feel it...
affected
yet don't care?
there.
stare.
rehash conversations
(or change stations)
voicemail tablet.
pallet
of wind
my sin
some sin...
and then?
I Wonder - Kanye West
and I'm already
in the air
and I can feel it...
affected
yet don't care?
there.
stare.
rehash conversations
(or change stations)
voicemail tablet.
pallet
of wind
my sin
some sin...
and then?
I Wonder - Kanye West
Monday, August 31, 2009
....
I'm here...
thoughts percolating
bubbly
and bubbling
not
troubling...
but
doubling
the feeling...
reeling...
unfeeling
but
dealing
with the squealing....
how about two?
But Its Better If You Do - Panic At The Disco
thoughts percolating
bubbly
and bubbling
not
troubling...
but
doubling
the feeling...
reeling...
unfeeling
but
dealing
with the squealing....
how about two?
But Its Better If You Do - Panic At The Disco
huh?
unimaginably unreadable....
yet read.
and
getting read.
Getting red?!?!?!
go to bed.
post pokes
roast folks
toast boast
just jokes
damn dopes
most mope
everything under guap
instead of vice versa
and all that's lacking is
the enticed cursive
It cost you nuffin, pay me no mind
that's a fav line
out of a song by Jay-z
Cuz, I see mopped slop.
and it's clean up on aisle three...
I Write Sins Not Tradgedies - Panic At The Disco
yet read.
and
getting read.
Getting red?!?!?!
go to bed.
post pokes
roast folks
toast boast
just jokes
damn dopes
most mope
everything under guap
instead of vice versa
and all that's lacking is
the enticed cursive
It cost you nuffin, pay me no mind
that's a fav line
out of a song by Jay-z
Cuz, I see mopped slop.
and it's clean up on aisle three...
I Write Sins Not Tradgedies - Panic At The Disco
....
Comfortable - John Mayer
Fitting... our time ended.
Nary a care,
after feelings upended...
but fair.
Reminisce intended...
I can smell your hair...
and though tender's relented,
remember how soft your pair.
See there was really no way to mend it.
An argument free day rare...
So of course I could have just pretended,
but I've got too much to share.
So we sip something in name of the one that should have stayed befriended...
Smile, there's something about when you take your heart and unselfishly lend it.
The haziness of time saying you and I could last.
Sincerity in the few thoughts about the past...
Remembering you touching me,
and that being reason enough to fast...
We loved so very naturally.
Bonded... As solid as a body cast...
Turned into cargo ships passing in the night. Empty.
Still imprinted upon, covered from my stern to mast.
No need for sympathy...
We weren't built to last.
Love's free...
and it'll take tears and fears, even jeers to task,
but wasn't meant for you and me...
And every now and then I lift up a drink, still wearing loves mask...
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