Im addicted to your energy and your raw rare vibe
Like, you give me that don't want to come down never ending high
The rareness and the realness in you is mainly what I peep
But it's your masculinity and the way you make me want to bow down that got me weak Im addicted to your kisses, your hugs, your moans, and your touch
With you baby I promise there's never a such thing as loving too much
The reaction my heart and body gives to you let's me know I'm in this shi way to deep
You got me feeling like if this a dream please don't wake me just let me seep
Deeper in this make believe world where it's just only you and me
You give me that feeling of sincere happiness and I'm not talking make believe.
You motivate me and got me bringing out talents
I didn't know I had.
That's why I'm addicted to your energy, your rare vibe, and I'm on you bad.
Medusa arrived like most dandelions
All over the place with a bobbly head
She was an anomaly, a work of art.
She exuded a rareness; she was unique.
I watched her fill up the dandelion patch.
She overtook her sisters and brothers.
A giant in their midst, Medusa was a catch.
I lugged strangers into my yard to see her.
She is no dandelion! Some would say.
Then what is she? They would examine her.
Some wanted to take her apart in dissection.
I sent them packing.
I stopped bringing strangers in to peer at her.
I felt I had violated her trust enough already.
The other dandelions started turning.
I photographed proof of Medusa.
If was a surprise for I did not know
It was heart and strokes the family history showed
And I grew more and more tired thought it was age
Then I could not come up with simple words I knew
Ah a stroke but the emergency doctor was not sure
So into a helicopter onto Stanford we flew
MRI and the best doctor gave me an answer
Seizures and malignant cancer
I admit I could not fully comprehend
I was so tired and the brain does defend
Although it was the brain that had acquired this fiend
But still though I knew my life would soon be careening
Beyond anything I knew or would know
Then surgery and radiation and chemo
Would become a daily routine due to it's rareness
Aware of a pending end and life’s unfairness
Went by quickly because there just wasn’t time
With all the work-- a mention of three years or five
And then a few months of complete awareness
Now I have a helper and my dogs and arthritis
And the world suffered from that crazy virus
So there just hasn’t been time
And I am not listening for a bell to chime
Instead after my vaccines now I am connecting
Fully as much as possible with the summertime
The rareness of dryness
The slippery of the sand
The eagerness of the waves
The coldness of the water
I am left speechless
Thou shall not enter unexpectedly
Thou shall give the honour
Thou shall embrace it
Thou shall treasure those moments
Thou shall it be
The sound of the birds
The sequence of the tides
The splashing of the dolphins
The roaming of the sharks
I am left with memories
The birds are singing
The oceans are muttering
The snow falling over the mountains
The caves are calling
The scarceness of the knowledgeable
The brightness of the eyes
The truthness of the word
The goldeness of silence
The speechness on the lips
The rareness of the species
The world is about to change
The birth of the unknown
A specification of an individual
A floods of tears
A buddle of joy
A amazement of a journey
The glittering of accessories
The shinning of stars
The alignment of planets
The rareness of seasons
A unification of oceans
A rambling of seas
A periodically of winds
A trampling of storms
The completeness of a promise
The experiences that have been acquired
The feelings that are being released
The love that has been stored
The Carousel
As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell
In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell
My mind falls in its wake cadent circles that forsake
I sliver with the snake leaving ruins with heartache
***
My eyes shut to the I, spinning thoughts will awry
Languishing lips calcify upon lost imagery to crucify
Round & round they go dissolving dreams I borrow
Happiness says hell-lo as it leaves me in its shadow
***
Hurricane of my abyss telling secrets that I shall miss
In their blasphemous bliss, morbid storms reminisce
Reaching terminal velocity amidst its ill monstrosity
Carousel of curiosity drowning in dynamic viscosity
***
An elliptical awareness melds allusions of unfairness
Within a secluded rareness posturing, you defenseless
A salivating swell with sorrows that comply & compel
For my none-stop Carousel the merry-go-round of hell.
Nov.23.2018
The I Of The Storm
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Placed 4'th...thank you
With my fusion of lyrics and rhythm
There is no confusion that I’m refusing to simply be disillusioned
With intellectual distribution
I do not have hesitation to let you give me recognition
Realising that my vision is empowered by my necessitation of not wanting to simply be the illest
But the illest who conveys parables continuation
Guaranteed expectation of never being word stranded, inspiration
Protection from all lyric dieticians, word anorexia, rhythmic bulimia
Representation of obese lyrical content, larger than life
Not afraid to speak what’s on my mind
Plantation of human strength to express ones feelings with the spoken word
Avoiding repetition of past mistakes
Promotion of inner strength to flourish
Installation of anti-verbal abuse
Living your own dream with motivation and authority on ones lips
Inspiration being drawn from the depths of self
Allowing others to march behind me
You are not motivated?
Self-pity embraces you
Self-pity moulds you
Allow yourself to blossom
Your uniqueness is rare
Only you possess that rareness
Abuse it
Use it
And you will be surprised the person you will become…
Just look at me…..
Blocks are for people
Who give up
Lack of knowledge
Can not meet solutions
Rareness
For every yen there's a ?
Balance
Domains
Window
Sustained
For true gain
The essence of being
Letting it's self into meaning
Much considered
States of thinking
Vast
Holding rareness
Fit for one of kind
Flower Vases
Arrangement calls
Different as Cultural
Curtains
Inviting investigations
Marvel
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
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