We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
Food thats good i beleive you'll find? raw milk
Not the usual, therm-ed out kind.
Link up with farmers, you can volunteer!!
Supply some spirit, spread more cheer
The bowler hatted farmer knows' his
Onions along with dear old Vobes'
And Brooks no nonsense Chris is in.'
That people power is starting to spin.!
A couple of million will do for starters
You can now show the world..
Who are? the real'
Useless farters.)
Cherry Night
An
Astral
Moonlit night
Sprawling ahead
In pin-drop silence
With a lustrous ether
Sparkling with shine of stars,
Patted by whispers of the breeze
In an invite to scan the sublime
And a lure to link up with the divine.
My father is gone but my husband’s around,
As well as my kids and the grands,
So we made up a plan we’d link up for the day
As the calendar kind of demands.
Just some time in the house to spend shooting the breeze,
Catching up with a book and some songs,
Then a trip to the playground for running around
All together, as family belongs.
Who needs presents or barbecue, flowers or beer
To mark what is a made-up event?
For an afternoon joined with the ones that you love
Is the way Fathers’ Day should be spent.
Can we get up you know the vibe
Come over you know where you want to be
It’s so dangerous when we link up
Tonight I’m gone do the pleasing
Ima give it to you so right
Peep my collection
Sit back and let me yo mind before we collide
Let me take of you on so many levels
Red light special
My hands on all the right spots
You blindfolded and tied up
I got control over your body
Feel my frequency my touch sending chills down your body
My lips soft to the touch my tongue warm and wet
Listening to you gasp for a breath
Sounds of sweet music to me
Now you look me in my eyes
Hands on yo throat
You grab my thighs and tap into my energy
Kiss my lips
Pushing you back I make a way to please you
Looking in yo eyes I got you mesmerized
I do it to you just right
Tonight I’m aiming to please
Taking you to paradise
Light it up and just vibe
Red light special
In contrast well on the other hand seems like
opposites attempting to catch the wind. Exerting to resolutions, connecting, and associations. A goal one's mirror of one's mind, A afterthought? often dazes in one's head according to one's way of thinking, interconnected ways of linking.
A singular thinker misses the blinker missing the link up trying to sync up
drinking the drink up now he’s a dreamer convinced what he dreams up seemingly sees stuff pulling his sleeves up walking with knees up because he can beat us believe we’re beneath his world supersedes us believing his greatness so high he is weightless in the stratosphere spacious among the creators aligned with the makers but he’s just a being above where he’s being imagining what he’s seeing imagination set free in manifested but breathing but it’s dead like a sinner a delusional winner brain cells getting thinner unaware that they simmer to a simple beginner just a singular thinker
THE DOWNTRODDEN
There are things I wanna say
But words would fail me
Some pains I can't explain
I just have to bear it alone
I chose to man up
Bcos it doesn't matter if I speak up
Deep emotions that can make body and soul breakup
If I dont make it to the touchline
Believe me, I didn't just give up
I tried to link up
But life just me up
It is painful, the wise dies like a fool
A flurry grays the April air
as clouds of speckles swirl and mate,
euphoric, blazing, unaware
of windshields on the interstate
hurtling through their fevered storm.
These whirlwind-wings pursuing their fate,
in red and black above the warm
blacktop, link up and live three days.
Tripping on truck exhaust, they swarm,
convinced it’s flora which decays.
They catch the fumes, sweet as the spice
of rot, home in on motorways
and, as they’re turned to mush, think, “Nice!—
manure, grass clippings—paradise!”
The thing about writing songs .....
Eyebrow raiser
Paper eraser
Not gona pluck it out
and draw on in its place a
Eyebrow replacer
picture for the make up
Now she looking made up
Silly little witch
Silicone bits
prize
Half price
twice
Paid paper
p and rice
Playing the players
treat nice
and player haters
defeat guys
Lyrical rapist
How you rate this
Poetry status
writing weightless
rotary merry placements
void statements
the voice payments
Pace with no patients
Repeatedly til it set
Rolls Royce
the pavement
rollers flat the wet
hey no sweaty
sweets for heating
he meant eatin'
Lyrical link up
Clearing my drink up
Can’t think but...
Float
Clearing my drink
can’t think butt float
songs aren't really poetic are they
rhyme though a b r b ay o hey
put it to a beat it don't half bounce
read it think I smoked a half ounce
Shed no tears if Jim, Jack or Jill
Should shamble away to link up with Bill.
Free choice for folks to make
Don’t you claim it’s fake.
Lose no sleep if erstwhile comrades
Should hobnob with Will’s parades.
Free flavor for folks to taste
If their fancy claims for them it’s best.
Take it not too hard if Twiggy walks away
If in her opinion that’s the new way to play.
Free association lights up lives
No single reason to sharpen knives.
Worry not if a prodigal partner repents
Relents to free himself from serpents.
Free decision for folks to take
As they opt your cake to bake.
link up
let's link up
like the computer
and Microsoft
let the world be
turn to a paradise
of happiness
where togetherness never
seize to be an
everlasting reality
link up
yes link up
with me
link up to the
words of love
where sorrows
exist no more
where problems
becomes solution
where different
hearts beats together
as one
a world of no
hatred
link up
yes link up
and shake your waist
while we together
dance to the airs
of happiness in a
world of no hate
in a state of no emergency
we shall all be
when peace is the song
we must play in the atmosphere
of no ignorance
link up
join the movement
of love
in an era of illusion
we have been through
a lot and now even
with the remains of
our soul we search
for peace
that can't be not
until in unity
the world
finally together
link up
She doesn't want a boyfriend, she wants a winter love
She's on the prowl for a man to give her hugs
She's going to steal his hoodies and leave him cold
This is the saddest love story ever told
She looks and smiles and we fall for it
She gives us the number and we end up calling it
We link up, have a few dates and then we know what happens
The alcohol leads us to think the night had passion
We wake up next to a stranger we don't know
She offers us breakfast before we go
We stay for a bite to eat, next thing we're discussing the next date
She's the queen and has us in check mate
We let her wear our hoody, she keeps it forever
She'll still have it when we're not together
She uses a guy to keep her warm instead of buying a coat
I fear losing more hoodies than getting my heart broke
I've lost so many already, they're out there in the wild somewhere
I want my hoodies back, it's not fair
Please don't take it serious ladies, I'm just having fun
But if you want to wear hoodies, you'll have to buy your own one
I yearned for the shift.
Requested a window seat and everything.
was given one on the trip back.
the frequencies took a while to link up but they soon met.
But did he see her?
Does he really know who she is?
Has he eaten her meat down to the bone so thoroughly that he can scrape her bone marrow out
He has warned about the depths of his grasping love.
her soul flies free like a willow tree
Exclusivity is his final Vision, but her dreams at night are
full of poly, infinite hearts
I usually drink "tears for breakfast"
So not really sure whats happening, a sensitive soul has captured me
and it feels...right....right?
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