On sunny days, I feel a little dazed,
And see my life as easy, bright, and blazed.
Until the next day when it rains so hard,
I bellowed my thoughts and saw them get marred.
As the coin flickering head or a tail,
When tossed up to redeem your fragile grail.
Life vanquishing well your prejudiced say,
With a flick of her magical foreplay.
And in intercourse she may be quite rude,
Untamed or tranquil depends on her mood.
I solemnly propose thirty seconds,
As it isn’t at all a search for diamonds
And hasn’t been delivering stronger, bonds:
Only pleasure-soaked “Ohs” and excited diphthongs
Almost always depleting a womanizer’s funds,
Wherefore intercourse should be a little longer than a cock’s
Or the time it normally consumes to put on ones socks...
Perhaps the time it takes a grenadier
To dive for cover after a throw
Or for the grudging handshake between a lack lustre brigadier
And a junior officer of more decorations and glow!
Preferably, the time it takes a cock
To perform its roles of a professional time announcer
Or the uninvited, not hard like a rock,
To be forcibly shown the door by a bouncer.
Getting your attention I am sure
Right now we are having Intercourse
Some fear this word in conversation
Hidden for lack of education
Man has perverted this word
Placing sex above conversation
If I were to walk up to any women and say
I think you are very pretty may we have intercourse
What would her first thought’s be
This simple example may open your eyes
To how man has complicated communication
We take our evil thought’s and pervert our words
We over use our words this waters them down
Love has lost love and hate has gained
Gay no longer means happy
We change our meanings to our words
So how can we understand or have
Intercourse when we mix up our words
This may sound silly and not to important
look around we all have been separated
From lack of Intercourse
What swims and starts with the letter “T”... two ducks of course
Thought that was easy but apparently it was difficult intercourse
Didn't mean to cause tension
At sex, the mere mention
Did you misconstrue the meaning of THAT word I endorsed
The body summons the soul
And together they commune
With breathe of burning ardour...
Compose baritone in concordance
Of larghetto soprano….
Mesh with pulsating beat
Of Deep throbbing heart
Possess by rhapsodic Afro-juju spirit…
And the world comes to a stand still
Listening…!
The moon jigs her backside
And tilts the mass of the basin fluid…
Lento ascend the euphonic resonance…!
The earth quake and tear apart
As the river washes body and soul
And discharge into the hollow emptiness
Of her moist pit…
All dead… and the world moves again!
(….Just imagining).
The very first time I got in the mood
and had a intercourse with my pen,
nine blank verses came to pass
before my thoughts spoken,
and I bear witness to the birth of
deep poetry verses back then.
I fathered these verses as they creep
until they mature to stanza then walk.
shortly after the silence of my writing
pad fill with potent word picture art.
Art that entertain the reader and
stitch the fabrics of many torn heart.
in my lowliness you remembered me
after man had torn wrappings
of my soul leaving only
my flesh to devour
small things withered
beneath my earthly realm
oh how i'd beckoned your rapture
i wasn't as pure as sister agnes
nor sister margaret fruitful an yet
you'd entered me craving my soul
my heart filled with such desire
as i'd prayed for human compassion
pure affection was totally absent
from a broken woman bleeding
my flesh mascerated
shredded in the haste
of a car bomb equivelent
to one rib of man child an yet
you remembered me taking my soul
on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia
while di vatican called my name
trumpets roared throughout
this granduer of openess
wholeness occured weeping flushed
from mine eyes dining in your diviness
the purity of the holy spirit
desiring me a flower blooming
clinging to thorns blood soaked
matted hair cradled my skull an yet
you entered my being creating
an eternal finding above
the santity and salvation
catered untimely to him
His fur was soft and clean
as he ran
it was like a dream
when he tripped and fell
staight into hell
then he started to scream
I'm free falling, heaven's no longer calling
The sins I've committed are beyond appalling
I dream every night without a good moment
Every vision that came became pain's atonement
I don't condone these premonitions
I don't clone my emotions
There can't be two of me in existence
Second guessing my first wishes
That set never came true
My life has been soiled
Time to do the dishes
Cleanse the spirit of dirty plates
My fork and spoons need the Ajax
Because times before with these I still ate
My intercourse sanctions sour grapes
I poured the wine through my dream's virginity
Til it no longer wakes
Dreams still remain reality's plate
Rolling on thin ice
With the sharpest of blades on ice skates
Drowning in frozen water
Baptized in ice
Anointed with another overtime dream
In the middle of hell's first quarter
These themes of dreams Reach peaks and plateaus above Earth Where the air is beyond deep
Sleeping as lung bursts out in flames
In order for my soul to keep
Brrring!
Hello!.. Oh, hi
dear...fine.. You?... that's good to
hear...dinner?..where? Perkin's is fine.
Bye Love.
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