The coffee shops stand by the canal
Beautiful scenery and in flannels
All spruced up to put on the show
How wealthy they are we don't need to know
Behind the wall is a back street ginnel
With bins and rubish and people making a nickel
Some even sleep along this dark dank place
Hiding away from the human race
But those on the wealthy side do not see
The man off huts **** on extacy
Those behind the wall can but imagine
What it would be like in that fashion
They can just make ends meet
But on suburbia side its a place to eat meat
Have fine wines and no worries at all
Oblivious of those behind the wall
Death is poetic
it's beautiful
it's the glorous defeat
it's the passionate redemption and the cowardly submission all at once
it's standing up and staying down at the same time
it's winning everything while losing everyone
it's the extacy of non-exsistance that makes ife so bright
People see death as the enemy when really it's the goal
for do we not see any greater sacrifce than to give your life for a cause?
without death life is meaning less
just an endless struggle
yet people paint death as destructive
Death is the Grand finally we are all holding our breath for
thought of lucid dreams with hay
pillow clouds in the sky
a tear falls from the face of a little girl
shades of grey turned to light
The little girl speaks," Sugar is sweet so sweet as honey from a bee ."
she dreamed a dream set in a flight to a fancy
remembers holding the hand of her daddy
life is filled with times like these
the cool breeze through a Willow tree
love is a circle nestled to her brain
love is a fountain that explodes in extacy
columns of pillars in duration
we each can learn from the honey bee
the hay had grown to a fuller stock
pillow clouds lay somber
in it's desolation
we can learn to fly
Streaks of Ink, Across a blank page
Sounds of expression, to be released on stage
Words flow midair, only a chosen few understand
Emotions from each side, both beautiful & bland
Not your typical poet, nothing at all like the displays
So rare and unique, strong and bright like the morning rays
Words from experience, from dreams and my reality of life
Words form memories
Memories of struggle, love and strife
No copy and paste, No stolen words here
These are cries from my heart
Emotions created throughout the years
Poetic Justice
A title I endure so deep
A gift from my God, I've chosen to keep
No particular topic, Just pure extacy from word play
Spilling these words brings me a high, I must say
A poet, A writer and a singer some days
I welcome you to the pieces of me
My words shall guide you through my mind aka my maze.
Kioshi Love
Passion (Poem)
His lovers embrace,
Her sweet caress
Echoing through his body
He brushes her skin
The soft touch of temptation
Driving him
Pulling him
Together as one under the
moon
The lovers arrive
The final wave comes
Through the night they ride
Enveloping themselves
Pleasure,
Extacy,
Love,
Passion.
I've already witness'd pain
You can mimik strain
Theres an inflamination of vains
A stroke is near
I'm over fear
Theres older Peers
With colder tears
I sold her sear'd; and burnt
Just like the children of the jewish
Like back in the 40s when it was so ruthless
People where begging our god why would you do this
My life is ruin
My hearts full of so much confussion
Stop confussin me
The governments pollutin sea's
Anchient Coligraphy
Told of reachin the light through ministry
Or your sent to hell forever misery
Like a serpent made to hate life extensively
Living life repedivly on extacy
I'll be the next to see
Into the past tense assaination of kenidy
So wheres the evidence
That humans have maners and intellegence
We've cloned panthers and eliphants
The pastors sellin ****
After the lies are already irellevant
All levis are leveled quick
Just like our spiritual embezzlement..
Over material settlements...
Sleep
Another night another sleepless
night,
But sleep is only so far away
right?
Sleep! I desire you come close
my eyes.
Deliver me to extacy! I'll fly!
Till morning light breaks my
curtains small gaps
Waking my cat so she leeps
from my lap
Causing me to stir and wake
from my peace
But in order to get there
thoughts must cease
And I just might finally get
some sleep.
Rose
At times I can't stand the way things are,
And it's sad that my knees get weak just from seeing you from afar.
I miss waking up to a "good morning, thinking of you" text,
Till this day I still daydream of the first time we had sex.
It's like watching a shooting star for the first time with a sparkle in your eye,
It's like walking into the kitchen smelling grandma's fresh homemade pie.
It's like relaxing in a room full of steam,
Including all of the above being with you is like touching a dream.
It's exhilarating the way you have my heart blazing,
Just by having you...my life is truly amazing.
You may be content but I promise you'll be beyond an extacy satisfaction just by being
with me,
Since reality isn't what it should be I bet that in your dreams it's me you see.
Come save me from myself
I want you and nothing else,
I need your touch
To make me feel alright .
I'll take you so endlessly ,
Tie you down in fantasy
and bite the lips,
that set you free,
in that dark place ,
of extacy and life .
Kiss me ,and drink my soul.
taste me ,
to make me whole .
love me then let me go.
I want you
tonight .
James ...............................
.
.love breaks
open our soft veins, ready to devour,
the sweetness that lives in our extacy, each kiss,
each look, each beat of our open hearts, love takes advantage,
of us, in such a succulent, sweet, passionate, corrupted way,
we are devoured by its greedy, power-hungry beast,
we are captured for our lust and all else
that exists without us, one love.
little lips, little kiss, leading down, down,
suckel on the tender nippels, moans softly let out,
fingers trailing, lips following, still leading down,
jeans receding, blood is beating, hard into stretched skin,
tip of tounge and tips of lips, teasing gentle head,
show some pleasing, cloths dropping off the edge of the bed,
ready screaming, still whispering, so no one does awake,
hands are touching, eyes are seeing,
skin thats perspiring,
passion feeling, night is falling,
still we're seeking, evermore,
that feeling, that extacy, screaming more,
tounge tickels gentel skin,
small fingers gently guide,
then its in,
"ready" question asked,
lips connect as an answer fast,
like ocean waves, got the movement down,
passion sweating from the crown,
rocking incidently to the heart beats sound,
ohmigosh, now screaming out,
quietly screaming out,
unready nevermore,
eyes seeking eyes in the dark,
lips connecting with flying sparks,
skin melting, a mix of one,
tears spilling, the reason: none
unspoken words released in gasps sworn,
yours to please, evermore
I so want to touch you
To stroke my fingertips
Across your skin
And feel within
The moisture on your lips
I want to ravish you
Oh longing for your eyes
Inviting me there in
Look deep at me
Love I can see
Insatiable within
Obsession we devise
My heart misses a beat
Adrenalin injects
Each time you smile
Ease with gentle
Advance you wont reject
My lips approach discreet
And extacy begin’s
Of thoughts caressing you
I want you now
I will somehow
On pleasing love so true
Atone here for my sin’s
I so want to touch you
And mark our love so true
I love when you make love to me
It's like extacy, eternity, destiny
I love when you are touching me
It's like evrything I want and need
Your my King and I'm your Queen
Something about how you
wanna carress me, undress me
love me
never leave me
makes me wanna call your name
three times
more times
six times
we times
love equal infinity
unlike no other
Please time
we take time
they time is like our time
slow wine
grind like
feel right
make love tonight
lets set the mood right
cause we like
making music and keeping it right....
So many dreams, so many fantasies run threw my mind.
Do people understand that I'm one of a kind.
I already know one is like me.
I already know things you can't see.
I know in my heart I'm from another time.
Maybe before this time, even BEFORE CHRIST.
I know in my soul your different from me.
But what I do know in time I will be to my TRUE EXTACY.
Inspiring me to write about death
The frightening feel of loss
The weightless brilliance
Of the Chakra Seven
Housing my Light Body
Moving through universal realms
I hesitate
Infatuated with the ease
Of crossing over
To the extacy of this vibration
My senses fully awakened
From their physical sleep
The aliveness that death brings
The joy of finally knowing
What I always knew.
Communication is telepathic,
Effortless, instant, complete.
The movie of my life is viewed
Without judgement
I wrote the script.
I directed, produced, acted in and edited
My journey to Higher Consciousness.
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