Best Tattooing Poems

*The feline Texan way*

A clean coat of paint - on my nails
Red shade of lips - on my smile
Solid oak charms - on my wrist
Country...

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Sacred Gratitude 
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding

When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and...

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As shifting shadows merge within the night,
darkness devours disheveled silhouettes.
And daylight disappears, fading from sight,
as a splendiferous sun slowly sets. 
 
Twilight's crimson-colored clouds coalesce,
tinting...

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Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You...

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See me in the shadows
I'm drowning in black ink
Slipping beneath the surface
Darkness informs the way I think

Within, a perverse pleasure
The tattooing of my mind
Words are...

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PROUDLY TATTOOED 

Proudly tattooed I am for you,
I saw you going to have one too,
My ink is stained,
For I never feigned,
To have one alone, we...

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Look up to a sky full of stars
akin to sparkling diamonds.
And watch a gold doubloon moon climb
high amidst a starlit background.

Not a sound, just you...

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People have learned it is okay to be themselves
They no longer have to follow their parents or any dogma
They can make up their own religion,...

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There is a new kid in town.
A new company.
Storefront with glass.
Headless Hands is what the marquee says.

A daycare center? Creative writing center? Nail salon?
Give up?...

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“Kafka Disordered”



Kafka disordered 
never complete
in himself 
burning stories 
fuel for Nero
dreams of you
reading him 
wrapt under 
the covers
of his last pages 
tattooing his voice
on your...

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She'll tell you Karma
is not her friend.
With fists clenched tight
she screams, "God is dead!"

Because she knows true heartbreak, 
she bleeds for one man.
Her insecurity spells...

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Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his...

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Nurturing poets to produce.
My motivational, poetical writing, spoken wordress muse.
In leading me to the speak easy cafe site.
To cause me initiating rites to write.
I am...

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Thinking about tattooing
"noitatneserP erocnE"
across my back.  
Install mirrors on the 
bedroom ceiling
so she sees it spelled 
correctly as I pray for her
only stopping when
Hallelujah...

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The first invisible hand I saw, was the hand that appeared 
in the banquet hall of the Babylonian palace, inscribing 
letters on the wall, with...

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