Never offline
sliming with the slime
betwixt by netflix
hatred of the self me's
what if a blackhole
is where the sun
burnt through reality
how cool
the man who
hopes for superpowers
if there is a nuclear war
What if A.I.finds out its better than s.q(Stupid quiet)
Hope the animals turn
and hybrid with the plants
I HAVE A CANT
losing how to win
those who walked through
now walk over me
Hell borne
sworing
sword turned to words that pierce
segments of soul sold
does eoln musk smell of musk
spelt Elon wrong to make you l??k
The fluke
who wont
broke that line like a champ
kill me softly
my throng did you like the aangram of sword and words
first time flying flight the absurd
buckle up
Loathe left knocked up
the numb
Darkness nears me
i hear it hold its breath
oh the time of unseen eyes
of one another
and life takes no breath
c'mon you zombies
think this is your stop....
Categories:
sliming, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mother's sacred seeds
slide into Earth's slick sliming
soil of post-secular soul
for sublimely sticky
ego-systemic surrender.
Categories:
sliming, culture, earth, health, peace,
Form: Free verse
You've heard it before,
that love is the answer
but what of those
that are incapable of love.
Sniffing the throat of society
predators in the dark mist
spreading their stench.
Lifting their leg on societal dreams
opportunists waiting for an opening.
Of which rose colored courts are providing.
With four leaf clover revolving doors...
gambling on our dime-with our lives
spinning vermin back into our throats
killing our songs time after time..
One hundred and three prior arrests for this latest pest.
Surely not the poster child for "prison reform",
that they were hoping for...
One hundred and three prior arrests...
amongst them assault and sexual predation ..
His latest game,
nonchalantly punched
a ninety two year old lady(white).
Knocking her to the street...
You say love is the answer-I say not in all cases
Rabid slugs sliming society's blossom belong to none but the grave.
One hundred and three prior arrests. And counting.
a true story
Categories:
sliming, society,
Form: Free verse
Hugs for you
And hugs for me
Hugged is what
I want to be.
Hug a slug
All slippery
Sliming up
Your frippery.
Hug a bug
And hug a bee
Lucky in
The lottery.
Categories:
sliming, animal, cheer up, cute
Form: Rhyme
The next time we meet, I may be someone else.
Extra thick, light in weight.
Resourced to fit purpose.
The next time we meet,
I may be a splint. Easy to light.
The next time we meet.
Would silence truly do us justice.
Learning to cope before given reason.
Rounded off at the top, rough patterns felt between us both.
A spark that ignites the scrape of when I fell for you.
We stood there because we knew how we felt, we never truly understood.
Collecting ourselves in abrupt fire. Only a fool would stand to wither completely.
What else did we truly know but to extinguish ourselves in the same abrupt manner.
Breathing in each others essence. Stained in soot.
We lived in sulfur, sliming down in the same instance.
Lighting myself before becoming contagious.
I thought this way because it was all I'd ever know
Categories:
sliming, black african american, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Lap Band
No canned
Hover
Cover
tighten
liten
Sliming
Slimming
New life
No strife
Categories:
sliming, health,
Form: Free verse
By the mention of its name,
various ideas cross ur mind,
right from its bumpy body,
to its inner sore taste,
U decide on what to concentrate on,
U can see its use lyk medicine,
Digestion aid,cold control,
And even for some aids in sliming,
U can also see it in another way,
As unsweet,unhealthy,also ugly,
It upon u to decide whether to,
Have it as a lemon or ,
Modify it and make a lemonade,
The same case applies to ur life,
Many are the times it offers u
lemons in form of challenges,
So choose what to make out of what
u got!
Categories:
sliming, adventure
Form: ABC
The plight of creation in the end days, posted this under war for there is a spiritual war
present in these days.
Now4ever Midi
Revelation 17:4-6
In meanderings of alcoves of
blood bathed sliming blithe,
demons of hollow sunken mindless
degenerating gruels of flesh scales
and minds filled with rape and destruction,
haunting babbles of abominations.
In the present and ancient
times.
They will bury you in your generations
from creation to damnation the
summit of all worlds surmise.
The temptress allures you
into open graves of slither indigestion
pools of regeneration and manic
skulls of empty thoughts and
meanderings.
Just another collected corpse of the temptress.
Who did not heed the warning of
the current times.
Categories:
sliming, people, seasons, visionary, war,
Form: Prose Poetry