Rippling chatterbox

A tongue of a cult minister

Wretched salivating beast

Shoving beliefs down

your raw throat with a

diamond skull pitchfork

Monstrous tattletale

Never ending movements

of her blood thirsty lips

Cunning rabid wolverine

clawing at your character

shoveling fertilizer in

her rattling horrid crevice

Anxiety heightens as her

head is yanked as I stare

into her black hole eyes

with my soft pale smirk

She drifts into a glitz of speculation

She ran towards a pile of observations

She held onto a mirage of closeness

She lifted her eyelids with the awakened truth

She borrowed sections of a proverb

She ignored the written allegations

She walked down a crusade with bitten nails

She sent the adversary a love letter

She played the diablo torn lyrics

She justified the reasons of the downfall

She fell into darkness with a smug look

Exasperated from the dialogue

Drained from the jagged circle

Irked from the hiccups of frustration

Drowsy from the four inch spikes

Fed up from the off cuff ramblings

Jaded from the hellacious past

Distressed from the self made drama

Fainting from the overused cliches

Stale from the spinning cycles

Fatigued from the disappearing ink

Consumed from the dead end

An arrogant expletive in the middle

Molded and sculpted from above

A name of excellence and spectacularity

One compelling man rising

from his own two hands and confidence

A mission of accomplishments

Ripping teeth from a lion

Wrestling with inward demons

Battling with clever and wit

Flowing with wide intellect

Dashing sense of humor

Standing twenty feet tall

Conquering all small defeats

to become larger than a movie

Ladies and Gentleman

Children of all ages

Wear belief like a trench coat

Never take it off

Staring at your vivid portrait

Awestruck and floating butterflies

soaring in my stomach

Tingling sensations in my bones

Enamored with your animated spirit

Full of zest and enthusiasm

A wondrous and gentle endearment

Voluptuous from head to toe

Captivating to the delicate core

Amazed by your enticing hurricane

Hot blooded and seductive

Drawn to your language and accent

Gorgeous makes me crazy

Lying in narcosis

Descending in narcissism

brushing up against controversy

Collapsing into the static

Toppling onto the obsolete scenes

Squabbling over a chalice of ethics

Between the upside down convictions

and the cone shaped postulates

The marrow of my identity cringes

Glaring at the nervous complexion

A temperament slowly dividing

Daydreams sorrowing in the cloverleaf

Lacking confidence

Lacking realness

Stuck in thick glue

Lacking trouble shooting ability

Lacking people skills

Stuck inside her head

Lacking turmoil

Lacking appeal

Stuck in repeat

Lacking a tunnel of depth

Lacking common sense

Stuck finding the missing pieces

Heart-stopping self discovery

Bewildering journey

flood of overjoyed tears

Miraculous and marvelous

Walking on a grand path

Appreciative and exhilarating

A thankful perceptive man

Under God’s powerful wings

Sitting on precious clouds

Sinking in the scriptures

Spreading the spectacular words


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Cheerful and chirpy

Happy go lucky on the inside

Laid back and treasured

A center made up of syrup

Gracious and thoughtful

The girl two doors down

One boyfriend in High school

Considerate and lovey-dovey

Amicable and good-humored

Boyfriend becomes husband

Mother of three non stop talking girls

Proud and dazzling creator

Fifty years of a rock steady marriage

Proof of love


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Mistress of manipulation

Teeth like six inch nails

Scorned and vindictive

A vile bombastic air

Ferocious and cold as ice

19th century gambling thief

A leach in the thick of the night

Deceptive with stained edges

Hungry and thirsty for greed

Invisible spikes in her neck

Voluptuous and poisonous

Hurricanes and monsters dance

in her soul guzzling scotch


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I sidestepped away from your catchphrase

I refuse to glide in your metaphors

Pieces of me die

I accidentally tripped in your outlandish allegory

I watched you emphatically deny your bewitching desires

Pieces of me fade

I tiptoed in your monsoon of paragraphs

I glanced at your impatient pupils

Pieces of me disappear

I wasted never ending hours for your indecisiveness

I ignored my instincts and dusted off the pain

Pieces of me stain


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Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands

Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs

Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism

Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter

A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka

Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins


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Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water’s speeches.

Behind a post of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour’s word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow’s signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven’s sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea’s side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

I’m leaning towards the mislabeled afterthoughts

I’m leaning toward the frown of the aftershock

I’m leaning toward the confusion and jumbled up words

I’m leaning toward the goodbye and the footsteps you leave behind

I’m leaning toward the unforgiven and the unforgettable

I’m leaning toward the hidden wall and the forsaken sounds of misery

I’m leaning towards cornered edges and turbulence

I’m leaning towards the chained emptiness and sores on my ankles

I’m leaning toward the cynical dialogue and wounded phrases

I’m leaning towards the vicious cycle and turmoil circling in my stomach

I’m leaning towards an empty bed and lying in the apathy

I’m leaning towards the weight on my shoulders and permanent chip

I’m leaning towards the disturbance and the distorted lies you spoke

I’m leaning towards of giving less of myself and taking what is left of my sanity


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Baking from the

everlasting fire

No cherub can

save your black soul

Watching your heart

roast in the furnace

soothes my mind

I snicker at your

flatlines and tombstone

I smirk at your

hallway yells and

scattered burns

I prance and whirl

to your last breath

Knowing your name

is blackballed from

the gates of the pit

Your name smudged

And your lies smeared to the edges

Your autograph disappears

And your prejudice spills all over

Your sentiments glare

And your irrelevant opinions puke

Your stance stalks in the hours

And your posture wrinkles

Your expressions digress

And your presence strips as a whore

Your observations spread

And your bottle of ink diffuses

Your ignorance blinked

And your honesty bailed

Your plastic mindset cracked

And your words are meaningless

Thoughts on the rocks

Sipping on contemplations

Dressed up in hesitations

Mulling silence over

with a cup of gumption

Gazing at her with delight

from a foggy distance

A place of weeping castles

Everlasting dances under

shimmering stars

Wishing to remove the frozen

fears and settling coma

Seeking love and affection

Perhaps in a home of pieces