Bi Poems

weather if bi polar

Yesterday it was nearly eighty in Kansas City
Today our high will be possible snow flurries
Up down, up down, the weather is bi-polar
She cannot be outguessed
Get on board
Or get out of her way
She always wins

Wu Bi

His eyes could pierce your soul and evaporate your spirit.
a stone face glare locked on his victim
trembling you turn your eyes from him
ever slightly...
A fist of lightning
strike of a foot in the face
you're on the floor
receiving hit after hit
his legs pin your arms
while tears roll from your eyes
He smiles that wicked smirk
of dominance.
You plea mercy
agree

Bi-Neural

Silk word play crosses in two and subtle mind games, 
both entangle me; whetting my appetite for war.
Served as a weaponized aphrodisiac;
sharp double edge sword hors d'oeuvre.
Lured toward a subtle intoxication;
true motives ceremoniously exposed.
You trace the contours of my every word;
the renegade now juxtaposed.
We traverse to foreign places unaware;
time itself intensifies, yet slows.
Demons spill from

Hi-Tech Bi-Peds

3 Rhymed By 3 Unrhymed

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Bi-location

Was it those onions earlier? Clashing with the fish?
I sense some bi? location things are not as one might wish!
The trifle and?? Oh the truffles ' my it was a loaded dish
I sense in my stomach a bi-location' things are not as one Might wish.' Theres a grumble in the engine room a
Pulsing in my

Bi Polar

When I loose control, 
All hell is inside,
Taken to the edge, 
A slave taken to ride,
Brewed to let go, 
Explode into play,
Bursting rainbow of colour,
Sensitivity breeds decay.

Keep the euphoria,
Under lock and key,
Bottle it up,
A stored fantasy,
Too little or too much
Scared of running wild,
Gentle human being, 
Needy attention seeking child.

1 Tab of Life Daily

Born broken into a world that isn't whole. Taking the remedies that are supposed to "glue your sanity", to your God forsaken soul. Went through groups to find comfort within, but the tools that were taught eventually were used towards your own destruction. Gaining new insights about yourself. Slowly coming to the delusion everything is

Everyone Wants To Say They Are Pan Or Bi Or Trans

The in thing to say now, everyone calls themselves pan or bi or trans
Annoying to me, for they have not experienced any abuse for it.
I have had three friends murdered, because they were trans.
Anyway, the police think this is the reason they were killed.

In the Bible-thumping belt where a book means more than a child.
Some

Bi In a Dungeon

BI IN A DUNGEON

“A beam of moonlight woke me up. 
I have had it enough; brushing up the dust in my lap, I rose.
The dark dungeon in the valley…
 I scream out because they suffocate me in that dusty and rusty cage.
 They say am a beast. But-

Oh! my lord…where art thou?
Your princess is caged

Be Yourself

Life is to live, live it yourself
Don’t ruin the chance, being someone 
Choose your path, chase your dreams
live up to them till you die
 
No two are same nor their choices
Never hesitate to accept yourself
Being unique is not a sin,
not at least than following the herd
 
Gender never matters to love someone
Color never matters to

Being Loving and Kind Makes Me Gender Blind

When someone can really be loving,and kind it causes me to be "Gender Blind". I am that I am,and you are who you are! We are that which we turn out to be! A loving kind "Human Being" makes me "Gender Blind". I found a friend who is loving and kind: That friend is mine

The Others Part Iii

I guess this is where I step in,
But I'm not sure where I should begin.
What can I say, sometimes there's a need for disposition.
	No, I am not a physician,
But yes, I am a musician,
I don't play the Harp, my music demands full attention.
	And, no, it's not for everyone, it can cause some tension,
But if you

A Short Session

My mind
unstable foundation.

They keep talking,
through dreams, comes communication.

A combination,
another citation
never any satisfaction
(Look over here, another distraction)

Formation into another illustration
division by another diversion.

So, what version can take me out of isolation?
(Wait, murder? I thought this was multiplication.)

How many live there now? I need some information.
Because if this conversation involves a congregation
then call for an assembly, it’s

Borrowed Souls

Every morning I wake up not knowing if ill look in the mirror at either Jekyll or Hyde. Not knowing if ill be praying to die or feeling alive.
This  right here is my typical bad day, keep your pity or judgement to yourself 
. I don't need an instant replay of what I'm already

Bi - Folding Doors

Six months after my Mother decided to move 
     out of the house, which only she and I shared. 

     Had not surprisingly been swept on a messy path 
     during preceding time. 

In nondescript depot, Northern suburbs of Adelaide 
We met while

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