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She knew this
was going to happen
Mr psychopath is rapping
With his crazy beats in timing
Singing: She's so freaky
You must believe me
I'll spread my message
They better get it
Tearing apart logic
His tempo is lethargic
Smearing the writing
of her time in shining
But those who know her best
Laugh at him in jest
They know her worth
No need for a test
When asked if she's crazy
They evade the question
Thinking to themselves
We are above this business
of railroading the gifted
So take your props and stage
and...perform elsewhere
in the singing of your rage
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I'm a
Swedish beauty
Born in
poverty
With eyes
so green
And cheek bones
so high
You wonder
at the structure
Of DNA gone by
My hair is silk
running through
the breeze
And
If you touch it
your fingers wil
slip through it
My skin is tan
with freckles
woven in
and my smile
is white
with straight teeth
to look apon
at moons delight
and my body is
purely a sight
with small beasts
upturned and
inviting
saying please
look apon me
you will be enlightened
a tastely morsel
created by a
heavenly light
and hips curved
just oh so right
You'll need a road map
for your hands to drive
the feeling of being with
a sensation so powerful
how can you walk by
oh.... my baby you will
not leave my side
because my
Swedish beauty
will hold you
forever to your side
come to me baby
I'll be your guide
showing you
just what I like
Back at you baby. Dedicated to Ezell Dazh.
Calvin Harris "This is what you came for" video with Rhianna
And "How deep is your love" video.
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Baring his artistic brilliancy
On the canvas he painted
For a like minded soul
To absorb and appreciate his beauty
His paint is electrifying
He's a high spirited wild horse
Unchained
Running across the planes
of his imagination
Unleashing his passions
from deep inside
He's a shot of adrenaline
Who shoots through the veins
Of another artists dreams
To be just as untamed and free
Inspired by Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
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I was:
murdered
in the
bargain basement
of a
relationship.
chopped into
pieces of
discontented
dismemberment.
I am:
bleeding out
from a
deceitful
arrogance.
pooled in
muddled
puddles
of
forgiveness.
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Intristically woven and intensely painful this agony is raging in (angers unleashing) quietly depressing. She took apart the left over pieces of her heart that were left strewn all over the floor for the stomping soon by the feet of those uninvited guests. Oh, those kind of finds one knows of, some know, or maybe they don't know, so well. Oh well, they exist akin to pain, anyway. She asks herself, should she have put such kinds of finds to the test instead of gathering her heart together like a jigsaw puzzle to be dismantled and put in a box to be forgotten about collecting dust on a darkly lit upper shelf in a hallway closet with the door always shut and peoples footsteps and laughter echoing by but no one opening the door with a visit and a there you are kind of smile.
Why did she even try to hold on anymore when some of her pieces were missing and frayed and she couldn't even tell the color of the scenery anymore to make sense of the puzzle or even where the border pieces began and the middle ended. She just knew she didn't want to live and she didn't want to die. She was just existing in a space with the finding of her mind. Did she want to try or did she see tiny glimpses of better times on the horizon? Why was it just so hard, to just breathe. Even that felt too painfully real. She didnt want to stay on a dark stagnat shelf tucked away and collecting dust and she didn't want someone to take her down and take her away from her painful reality. So she just stayed where she stayed in that closet of an existence that some called a shelfed life. And what kind of life was that? She kept asking herself these kinds of questions, wanting to scream and to rage finally breaking free of puzzle pieces in that cage.
Those lies were the worst kind of finds in her life that people fed her (although it tasted bitter) they convinced her that it tasted like sugar and spice and everything worthwhile. Oh, Yeah! What a twisted kind of time from purely twisted types in the twisting of her mind backwards and upside down instead of straight and on the right path to success in life. They were so hell-bent and relentless to make her pay for their sinful ways. And, Oh what sinful ways they had. She need not elaborate on that subjective craziness. Some can get the jist of what she said, and some are fortunate enough to never get it (those are the Ones she need not pray for, anyway).
She told herself; shes the only one who can go through such pain and piece herself back together, anyways. No one else can build it for her. Others can not release her from that pain, then there's no gain, or some old cliche that sounds the same. It's her time to rage and to put back together those pieces of her heart that will fit back together after all that painstaking building takes place. That prose in her broken places.
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Audible
sounds
swimming
throughout
smoothness
...moving
dripping
refractions
bouncing
off lies
contrived
...propogation
volitionally
absorbing
waves
tinkering
acousticly
drumming
pathways
hearing
resounding
why's...
compliantly
audible
sounds
reflecting
losses...
hearing
outside
lines...
unbroken
mining...
slipping
under
surfaces
...muffing
reality
beating
...flooding
...drowning
...undermining
wavelike
reverbeating
liveliness
...surfacing
beneath
audibly
sounding
rhyming
...timing
broken
acoustically
lying
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The multiverse
Of his unquiet mind
Screaming for all of us
To be quiet
He needs to put on
A space suit
Assimilating our nuances
So he can
Walk on the surface
Of our emotions
An alien being
Trying to find a way
To fit in
Not attracting attention
To his brilliance
Of communicating
In a sensory way
Logically disertating
A higher plane
To be one
In this vast universe
Traversing with the gods
And understanding their ways
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I'm only telling
the truth
in my writing
Because I'm
healing
No more
veil of
secrecy for
anyone
I will no longer
ignore my
intuition or
my intelligence
I don't have time
for anyone's lies
To be truly
whole and free
I must be truly
True
to me
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Little girl
Whisps blowing in the wind
Big beauty
A ripple on a calm pond
Small hands on hips
Jupiter eating Mars
Large personality
A star like sparkling teeth
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I was passing by Joey at work
I was going on break
Joey was heading back to work
I said" Hi Joey "
He said " I had a nightmare last night "
I said " Ooh. A nightmare. What was it about? "
And here's his rendition of his nightmares:
You know Olaf the snowman from Frozen.
He appeared on side of my bed.
And said I like hugs.
Then he took out a flamethrower
and started me on fire
and said
I like them really warm
Then laughed sadistically
Then my alarm went off
And it was time to go to work
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