Age is only a spec of influence,
To dipping a heart in a Ocean
That the enlightened
walk away from.
But only a dual meeting,
A soul tickled,
Causing long looks
to Fatigable accounts
Lines to capture,
hocks to wow.
Remembering tho,
this M.O.
I scowled inward
To realities past,
Especially quite with attention.
Grew a big city mind,
in a small town
.Adding the rules of:
Instance’s complicated,
Orbiting what is,
hoping for gravity,
“Thought you guys were checking me out”
She said Free felinity,
few can pull off.
spoke as if to a crowed
Something I would never speak,
to strangers
Masculinity humbled to the fact
she’s beautiful
Keeping her in mind
for latter.
'Music and Women'
Music is furniture
A subtle presence to detain silence's torture
The best piece being the understated overture.
Women begin to inflict me
Prick at me with clawing felinity
Hurting me, murdering me slowly.
My mind is unkempt
Desires and whims are thus left
Ne'er to be sated, adding to acute discontent.
Bereft and spiritually in debt
I'm trapped in penning many a tedious triplet
One after the other, minute by minute.
Their sole purposes to decorate time
Embellish space, fill a line
But nothing more, nothing else to consign.
Ringing in unison to a bell's chime.
Age is only a spec of influence,
To dipping a heart in a Ocean
That the enlightened
walk away from.
But only a dual meeting,
A soul tickled,
Causing long looks
to Fatigable accounts
Lines to capture,
hocks to wow.
Remembering tho,
this M.O.
I scowled inward
To realities past,
Especially quite with attention.
Grew a big city mind,
in a small town
.Adding the rules of:
Instance’s complicated,
Orbiting what is,
hoping for gravity,
“Thought you guys were checking me out”
She said Free felinity,
few can pull off.
spoke as if to a crowed
Something I would never speak,
to strangers
Masculinity humbled to the fact
she’s beautiful
Keeping her in mind
for latter.
Chameleonic fragility of feminine tranquility
Displayed in stretching curled felinity
Of cat in fireside chair
Between the lines of sight are seen
In visibility of mind
True views to find hide there
Where they've ever been
In ability
With flair
staccato repetition reverberating in his ears
The rattle and the spinning flicker lights
Is it all a ploy to break him in his weakened sleepless state
A way to make him grab the bars and talk?
The kitten sits and wonders at the diapered prisoner’s fate
For a feline fitful second then she walks
Away to find some other things to do
Cruelty and torture is really nothing new
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