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must be love that makes me think this way.
or my mind that awake me on nights.
Same love my eyes display.
one my heart keeps pumping alright.
blood pacing through veins.
Your beauty adding delight.
I foresee no doubts nor vain.
when your eyes reflect more light.
must be love on the brain,
that making my heart burn.
must be love and my aim.
that makes to be who I shall gain.
you driving me crazy,
I think of you till I'm lazy,
my mind surrender to you hazy,
fall more with you when I am dizzy.
easy, is when making love to you.
I promise my life only ends at you.
dying for you is like living by you.
must be love on the brain,
that got me thinking this way.
written 01/05/2018
Rihanna Love on the brain.
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Your eyes that foretells danger,
soulful charisma that boils my blood stream.
your walk on the valley of darkness.
way you are talked about, but unaware.
your really bad lip kiss, that's perfect for my life.
it mesmerising and captivating simultaneously.
it hazardous but prodigious spontaneously.
I shall die upon your set boundaries.
those you set when you gaze with that stare.
exposing my flesh to venoms,
my eyes to pythons,
and soul to evil,
all nothing compare to your beautiful terror.
I have wonder why it feels good to fall for error.
exploring this love feels like the grass beneath our bare feet.
like blood circulating through veins,
whilst tasteful bitterness designing our pains.
and a blind directing our ways.
I rather fall sleep on the back seat of the moving car.
than hit the wheel to direction that will lead to burning scar.
she's soul mate, if I betray her I die.
my soul mate, I lose her if I lie.
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True friend that has ever lived.
one that keeps all hopes believed.
when friends are few,
one that remain on the queue.
standstill with a big smile upon the face.
tighten all the support at what I stand like a lace.
speak beauty before the mirror.
and give external bliss, but mainly inner.
hold my hand for all the moments,
protect my heart from all the torments.
a soulful being I shall flourish by,
and forever I would perish for.
the same one who gives me eternity.
and prepare the opportunity.
for my skin to feel wind heading to any direction.
one I don't work, but pays me attention.
that guides my mind to think accuracy.
one that is enough in my privacy.
in the world of cruelty,
the one that make me see I am poet.
because a friend , this true friend is indeed poetry.
01/05/2018
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drives me crazy like a limbless behind a wheel.
Yet I've told know not much of how she feels.
it does not matter when my eyes are onion peeling.
as long pots are filled with gifts that she's eating.
when I hold on,
she digs irrelevant potholes.
and expect my motion to flow flawlessly.
if I hit brakes, she press acceleration carelessly.
then set boundaries and limitations.
one's that cease full expressed love n affection.
one's if I stay, would never share true devotion.
and live a regret love life until occurrence of my pension.
If I jump out of this crazy love,
She would cry to our man above.
like I am a raccoon n she an innocent dove.
well crazy Love, I linger not to end You.
her heart I intend not break.
like vows I will stay for one's sake.
even if my heart dangling at stake.
I shall drown on this crazy Lake.
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feeling way proper gloating and bragging.
flagging off those minor alarms, faking.
Friends finding themselves in , by my tagging.
notification speaking in tongues, ringing.
fabric barely stay long.
cotton sings a loosen up song.
only my human being sees nothing wrong.
but a significant proof we were king Kong.
too heavy but scary.
soo proud and merry.
full of life, and tough.
it breaks through halves.
wilder than the dark forest.
it gets more modest,
collective when utter white language.
and breath life to that then age.
it's God but how?
he created it,how can he be now?
it beyond measures and above wonders.
proactive and detective.
like a creative writer, it's rigid and poetic.
but it's only failed once ,
it's failed to stand up for myself.
when her friend surrounder all herself.
I needed only one shot,
but big gun couldn't plot.
that's why I call something Concrete,
as something I can't cheat.
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You like a river bank,
one my brain thought about my heart sank.
You are a silver tank,
one I should lock it and nail on a plank.
my aim is to protect,
the world against you, n your soul a suspect.
eventually I dont respect,
whenever your flaws I detect.
You like the motive behind art,
a rhythm that lacks a good part.
a boring song,
that plays on for so long.
Your hands are never blazing.
your eyes are scary ,stop gazing.
Your face with dimples,
would have been better without pimples.
You are the bliss,
I rather miss.
a grand crime,
that waste the time.
You are the period pain,
reason why all women avoiding your Lane.
you are the least sip on the glass.
one we drink for sake of drinking at last.
You the paper that toilets know better.
even greater when it gets wetter.
weaker, as it's easier to get it shattered.
wait let me not waste time or tell you that later,
in this slam , actually you do not matter.
03/05/18
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when I blink I think.
You wink I ink,
deep words as my clock tick.
every second alarm rings a reminder,
of whom to, my brain surrender.
You such a daily bread God spoke about.
a daily thought my mind go about.
Your beauty is extraordinary.
I mean more original yet extraordinary.
Your eyes lighten,
Your soul tighten,
Your mouth release,
words of wisdom with ease
You like sun light on spring.
a reason my head too spin,
You reside right deep within my thought.
all I think is how you make a beautiful insanity.
while designing our sane eternity.
that's where my endurance relies.
with you my heart promises no dishonest nor lies.
You like a melody in blue songs,
an opening and a closing tune.
if you was a book your looks would have been a beautiful chapter,
Your brain and your heart a motive all pages are read n do matter.
4/16/2018 9:37:00 AM
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I breath lyrics to dying souls.
crafting art for the aching souls.
To see feel and share.
Till I say you see you care.
that expands the strings of hope.
when the mass production becomes well coped.
and it boils their spirits with tender,
when their mutual respect regards no gender.
if I utter motivation to hopeless.
it offers priceless happiness.
but if greatness speedy surrounds.
Joy and Joy copulate more rounds,
and freedom born free.
I draw people's destiny ,
even when a vision is blur.
I introduce their desires.
and devotions conductively like wires.
on the Genesis of poetry,
I poor a tree,
to grow more shade on the garden of Eden.
For a snake to cool down and allow adults to decide.
A forbidden fruit , how it is eaten.
I accomodate all species,
I scribe solid lines for blind,
so one hand can feel,
the prosperity poetry paints prowessly.
then bring bravery to infants to grow and die fearlessly.
Kiwi, made me realize
God sometimes polishes all nights with dark clouds to have a sunny tomorrow.
you may bruise today ,but you gets stronger tomorrow.
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mind blowing into pieces.
my soul asking where peace is.
agony lingering to stay longer.
enziety explodes even more stronger.
my heart thinks for my brain.
my brain feeling all the pain.
it's perplexing ,nothing seems so sane.
and driving me ill like we on the wrong Lane.
should I change it,
or offload all these thoughts.
should I release it,
or untie all these knots.
cause my brain is flooded with rage.
like a book of evil one should never read a page.
it eats my spirit,
suddenly spit it.
it place me on the heartless world.
and change my utterly to hopeless word.
I need to remove these blockage,
and unleash peace for my age.
im too young to live so miserable.
with brain that functions disable.
written on the 03/05/2018
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