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time is feeting gose soo fast loves ive lost never did last, going on 60 with no one around, hoping that a new love just might get found? lost is my curage lost is my soul, like the dried up cerial in a bowl. I often linger to flip through these pages, looking and wondering how many ages. lost was the teamship that is there with a friend lost is my tenderness from loved nights end. almost crying to think how long its been,lost and needing some love from a friend. simple and true was a long lived love then she was gone taken above. days start and they die one bleeds through another hoping ill feel that close to another? lost.

gather around, feathers from all shapes
emerging, collecting
and trivial fly, to where all started
the noise that wasn't
sound from all over, except my ears
commotion is created, by, not me
gosh, never been so rested, and alerted
vicious, definitely, burden, all the way
yeah, knowingly.

In the meantime, I got lost in this
maze of mist, fog, and frogs
I can't imagine myself, not knowing
the features, specs, nor the support
I guess, not worthy, not being storage
Without my memory intact? Therefore!

A sister once told me
If the male sperm sits too long in the testicles
It could cause prostate cancer and it's important
For men to have multiple ejaculations
Or even m**turbate often to release the sperm

Well, this brother told me that he agreed and he chokes his chicken
Or visits Mrs. Palmer and her five children often...
As much as possible!
And he admits that he doesn't have prostate cancer

However, he contracted arthritis
In the elbow, forearm, fingers, and wrist!
Now, ain't that about a b*tch?

humanity, we're losing it

I dedicate this to all victims of war, specifically UKRAINE, The newest victim.



humanity where are we?
in full gear, fully armed
we are on the war path
and directly heading to be damned
Kyiv a city of beauty and light
accosted by the atrocities
of what is wrong and unjust

have we gone berserk
have we lost our minds?
have we embraced the dark
and forget there is light?
oh what an excuse, imperialist
here and there:
making the rich live in decadence
while the poor and wretched live lower than dirt?

you have forgotten
this day has been prophesied
it has been written and destined
alas, the eighty percent in jubilation
thinking it is their redemption
perhaps, it is..

but oh no, this is the mark
the progression of the "haves"
at the expense of the have "nots"
sure, laugh at me, I face your contempt
it is my fault for not standing up
as you remain silent to my pleas

the time has come
let us face and dance
your God and my God,
is one and the same

but my right to live,
my freedom,
doesn't make any difference
we're all born naked
and back to dust no more no less
one and the same..rotten
and when dead
buried in the same dirt.





Thanks all for reading andor commenting.

my lonely and forgotten grave


exploding like prisms
of blinding light
I am but a twig floating
in the debris of your imaginings
yet still thirsting for your longings
don't you see? I am weak
I am helpless
I am not supposed to be
crawling, wading unto the
splintered pages of your memory
and as your tears find its way
down to my bleeding heart
I just know the joys we had
would sprout like petals

in my lonely and forgotten grave.

They were lost in the white hot light

The might of the light so bright

They couldnt put up the fight

Then they saw a small speck of dark

They ran & ran

Then the dark came over them

They were then washed clean

The trappings of fame washed away

Prior to this universe, is the universe of love...
look at all the uproar scene and great crowd, for the deliberation and disturbance of that love...

Do you ever miss me so bad that it hurts?
I just wonder if you have regrets.
Is it easy to put me away in your list of forgets?
I pray that you take time to reflect.
People like you dont deserve respect
you'll be the one that evil will wreck.
Lord have no mercy
and death be quick.


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Sinew, strength, circumspect;
An abstract cast in magnesium alloy because
there's no shortage of recycled import wheels

Overstatement of a laser light show;
past tense however has had some trouble
counting backward one to ten
Has very little to do with solving for x;
the x and y hyperboles a woman's hands will trace
intimating, while animating each and every story
And iSagittari' the hand-held knows
well enough to leave the z's
and any and all them p's and q's
knows when's best them's left alone

Should the wary shopper needing further convincing;
behold the forearm of the archer
raised 45 degrees above the apparent horizon
Even if you think you're invisible and far downrange;
that intuitive arrow once released
'shall neither see nor hear it coming

Aye; it's okay; keep telling yourself;
iSagittarius moved up from least favorites
iSagittarius lining the bookshelf
iSagittarius to sweeten the oatmeal,
under the fingernails and into your life!