I would rather keep mute and act like dumb,
Than run my buccal open; widely numb...
For more fools to become fooled-
Those seem wise, be ridiculed
Even to unattained feats, their mouths drum.
Would If It Would Be...And Is...
From time immemorial,
those who would deceive
viewed morality
from under the bridge
and concluded
that integrity was a choice
rather than a component
of human character—
thus laying the foundation
for acceptable chaos
and autocratic rule of law
to be spat into the faces
of the disenfranchised have-nots
who now wallow in the phlegm
echoing from the buccal cavities
of the evil deceiving have-gots:
but cluttered is history
with the trump card debris
of wishful would-be tyrants.
`Toothache
The festering morsel
Festooned in buccal cavity
Triumphant against the crown
A queen in pearly finery
Whose decaying beauty
Succumbs to the invader
In eroded submission
With slow intrusive action
Eating at her very core
Its acidic weapon easing on
Enough to cause a frown
Now the pearly queen is ruptured
Her hardtop broken
And weakness exposed
It has the advantage
Its neural quest within sight
And easier progress through softer matter
Begins to prompt a twinge
There’s no stopping now
The quest is nearly over
The goal in sight
The fallen queen bemoans her fate
Her ruined stronghold impaired
And neural center exposed
She wails as though in childbirth
The paroxysms of defeat
Its relentless assault
Has no reprieve
The silver sparkles in her smile
The vermilion arch of her lips
Her warm velvet chuckle
The tufts of hair brooking down her spine
The millions gold of her breast
Ardent lust gleamed in her blush
My heart tramped louder than hoofs
I drooled before the shrine of her glamour
The dust of passion rose fervent
Lucent, glistened our intents
Hooters leaned against the other's
And the gale of our breaths paced to the same trill
The shackles of her grip were
An impalpable touch to my soul
We played tint in the pink of daffodils
Under the pine fern
In the ochre of the sne'ky sunbeams
The boughs stripped shade before
The topaz sitting in her dimples
Minstrel rose with every kiss
The sways of ****** tinged us
In the lichen, symbiotic to the fern
Her buccal is a brink of honey
Every kiss occupied every hole
Every space in my parched heart
Her kisses are rockets to isles beyond the universe
A shole of butterflies wreathed garlands in whorls
The raceme of matrimonial blossomed out
The bride stood on the dais of my heart
----- Yes I do -----
Sighed our slugged blinks
Behold a rat who thinks himself a cat
Imagine him whirr, steals in a flash
Him alone his peacock, his ego alone to fan
Foolish is he in his strait-jacket box
Buccal cavity sealed, night soil man’s feed
Droppings full dripping all over
Infantile forever never to grow
Do you know you?
Conquer you, never grown man
Conquer your sly ludicrous pride
You carry more than short
You’re your greatest enemy
Insecurity, self-loathing,
Unusual strength, glassed demure
Suffices not for your mind wondering sheets
Only films separate your travel in circus
Falling falling falling
I fell with a deep scornful laughter
Ha! ha!! ha!!!
Thundering still flattering ominously
Out of my buccal cavity
Like I never did
The spirit lives on
9/4/09...B'day
Broken heart filled with no remorse
A man get his weaknesses and flaws revealed
Exposed at times
Too weak for a word
A second like eternity lingering forever
Patience, screaming,wailing,clapping
Chattering,slapping,bickering,tearing
Falling,stooling,sleepwalking and falling
I indeed made a broad way show on my 32"mm
Although not too proud of it
As strong as I'm
I fell. To the recklessness and commonness of every youth
Wasting in the street
Big fat round amber bottles
With her bitter poisonous content
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