Short Fleshes Poems

With red blood 			
                                     and bones, fleshes sensed 	
                                            through its nerves...

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Cannot win but cannot lose,
Aloe fleshes will sooth no bruise,
My skin is dry,
My flesh is cracked,
Gravity is my enemy,
And still must watch my back....

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I know she is one 
huge vegetable harmony,
impossible to dissect.

The vines reach inside her skin
and their fingernail fleshes
merge with hers....

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My Stars were my pride
I was always ready for the ride
Hoisted in the clear sky
I flew freely and high!

But now, I lay in unwanted ashes
Burnt by many, those bodily fleshes
Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!
Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!...

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mutilate 
manipulate 
touch 
fondle 
and burn 
fleshes wounds
hot wax's touch 
not too little 
not much
choke 
gloat and burn in hell
I see her face
hot sand 
cold hands 
man to man 
twisted corpse 
mine to warp
melting pot of 
your hot 
retort 
deeper into 
your mind 
like a tape worm 
dripped in wine...

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attention shown me
grants yearnings over lonely
arms closely hold me
kissing my vagueness opaque
soft tremble leans towards ache

surrender duet
quaking one abandoned high  
entirety exposed
under fleshes skin demand
covers hold two stories told



... CayCay Jennings
December 19, 2017...

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Fingers tangling dry strands 
Jostle soft fleshes with pained puffs
Dipping tar suffocating airways
Wrenching fabrics carving curses onto corpuscle
Taking
Pulling
Grabbing
Pushing 
Stabbing
Shoving
Reducing into a pile of nothing
Ridiculed into a lump of worthless
Rejected into a mass of hollow
Remorse into a jumble of Woman....

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My country is a woman on the street
Birthing whore children 

My country is a song 
Bustle to choke my melodies

Her woes - lyrics & whore styles
Spray over my eyelids

Where in abject poverty
I lost my fleshes

We don't not know who the perpetrators are
The citizens - Governments
Youths - everyone

Corruption grows in its valley
In the shoulders of a demon

A country on it pulpit
No hope - No faith 
I live in it a mere being


Paciolo Pen Saint...

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(30/09/2011)

Logic isn’t that important
I’m right! -As a proved defendant-
From jails occupant to humanity servant 

After days I had absorbed black steam of others’ fleshes
I got crashed by an angel, then refreshed
Certainly been in a wrong track
But God allowed me to weave my life back

All could change your way to many of pathways
But only one person grace, 
Whose face been waiting to gaze
And whose love you’ve been dreaming to embrace
To guide you back to truth from crazy craze...

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