after sterilizing the catacombs and crevices
where fear abides, love, spread eagle exposing
every condition that aborts it in its zygote stages.
perfection's mirage faded like the feeling of an orgasm,
pleasurable moments minds adhere
while simple conversation becomes an added hurdle,
disorderly deeds and uncalibrated delegation devours
the dynamic; needs spearhead most people's campaign.
my love never grew up,
that child-like quality of knowing nothing
is a full understanding of agape, untainted and undeniable.
The shit that burned rubber on his sleeves
dug deep below skin, learned to walk
then spake words from blue blood.
To some it looks green,
reading art through thickened skin.
To devise is a device,
au naturale refuses to change colors
even with vitiligo on the vocal.
Remaining raw road raging
in his own lane is a happy madman
a diamond and glass man
reflecting glued together emotion
exploited on paper.
hone the tongue to chisel a picture
parables that parallel those burned into scripture.
In order to do that,
you have to write the shoes
people walk in-
Babies insurance vetoes,
the plucked rose which was closed,
she says it still occurs in her sleep.
To mix the write color of words to paint
It's face, and then
aim to maim pharmaceutical kingpins
when proof is in alkaline.
To write one piece that'll massage the mental
of the masses, & being enabled to ink-out our dreams
...damn, I even,, almost forgot about the innocent
locked on Death Row!
Beautiful soul finds shelter within feeble bonfire,
warming wisdom crackle as flames wail with wind.
Embers of epiphanies spark from linguistics
spreading like wildfire in timber minds.
She's a pretzel, contorted convalescence, face of
riddle's answer beyond light that end life's corridor.
Her smile hangs as an appraised angelic artifact,
almond-shaped eyes, enigma's pupil
embracing as they watch through touch, and feel
beyond sight, synchronizing souls energy.
Friends beyond this lifetime welded together.
A siamese soul walking, each control a sole...
Stratagem isn't encrypted in mentality of lambs
just food in the pecking order designed to be damned
admiration for war is improvised through fish tank eyes
soldiers live lives to re-live their lives
fore-ever etched in archives; heroic double-standards.
Dictators comfortably conversate with call o' duty
chanting battle-wound verbatim in verb's unruly
cracked shell, scramble fate for ye who's yoked to war
deplore spirit assassinating carnivores; air strike insight
that prey while they pray.
operating from inside the mind of an oracle
a historical slaughterhouse smithereen rhetorical,
landmine intuition can hear shrapnel whisper
instincts pre-crop the outcome in this picture
we snake-belly-crawl & hop hurdles to git'cha,
a bi-polar mercenary, but a beast in both temps
Heaven and Hell, battle in a eggshell type o' offense-
the fortunate who's carried out
they bare bruises under their feet!!
I'm just trying to make it do what it do, baby.
Get the bird in hand to make a mating-call
alluring its desire anxiously into my palm.
That meal, I offer to you, the small bird guarantees
me no waste.
I didn't hunt for these, one was caged and one
perched limb. The one that was caged, freed itself,
while the bush-bird gladly flew into captivity.
Twin fates migrate above carniverous plates
and seeks stomachs that growl.
I've heard it's rude to talk with food in your mouth,
but smacking is O.K.
Got-Dammit lets eat!
The seamstress sewed several decades
anticipating your arrival. A robe with customized wing holes,
with embedded jewels singing welcoming praise, for Lucilla.
Gold in richer hue, unfathomable by eyes of temporary living
caresses the skin on her soul. The beneficiary
of a Halo, forever sunshine, and Alzheimer's of her ailments,
fly above a pasture with one sheep baring sacrificial wounds
for her. He runs, she chases him unto the feet of our shepherd,
*I know you will not leave a comment, but you left
an impression on me!
Sincerely, M. Keith Linton
The cover rises
as life enter lungs.
She'll arise confused,
cared for by coward
afraid of hospice.
"You become responsible forever
for what you've tamed."
Design Your Tableau
Kick-start the muse with massive amounts of marijuana.
Some Presidential Prescription Moonrocks with Purple Berry
Sativa, creates a cloud from smoke off the cherry as lines
exhale onto paper with each puff.
Facial eyelids set, as 3rd's rise with a view from surrounding
your surroundings. Here, you can skip-rock epiphanies from
shores of other time's, like, Judas being an usher for his sacrifice.
He was a handpicked harlot disciple with discipline unto duty;
should he be damned?
And what about the astrophysicist who earnestly
searches for God's face, spending billions, and it's free to realize
we thrive within its smile; the Earth.
Hate for thy enemy dissipates. A peaceful awareness groundbreaks
pay-dirt within a crude soul.
problems are re-rooted in answers bringing visibility to what
Here, Pangea gets welded back together subtracting plural man, and
we grow becoming babies in our actions. Solitude flame burns the blunt,
while problems take on the appearance of ashes.
*Herb isn't a drug, if so, they should subpoena
God and convict It, for Its creation... Hmmm.