Trail of black ahead-dont deviate-succumb:BE ORIGINAL BY AN ORIGINAL NOBODY
What is this world of sexting-and the interlocution between two total strangers.
JP arrived with a query to my question?
Is that a double entendre? He wrote.
I lol’d and that was the beginning of something like sexual magnetic
resonancing with words in
Continue reading “Having a sexting orgasm with JP better than the real thing!?”
Mmm
it’s always slow amensalism
head and tail spinning
as a diversion
or easy and tempting
chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism
courted by terror and mind games flung
to the kangaroo court
siphoned by extremes of obliteration
this demon roams where others dare to dream
nothing commensurate here
lay down and die
inside rattus rattus contains the evil corrosion of
Lytta
Is up up or is it down
Depends on how you look at it
Perspective
Is
your own
Like those that come under
the mantle of care
and
curiosity
The burrowers
they dig
in
Don’t share
Never
Ever
Share
you will
Be left
in a state of
Disrepair
They just can’t leave you
Alone
They mimic a
cultured
sawft sawfft
Voice
And a kind kind
Eye
They squeeze
with triggers
drops
more
drops
Be careful
In the end
they will slit your
Throat
That’s the
Paradox
One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle
He knew
This day would come
Inexorable and bewitching the breath
Of day scorched the earth and the
Moon stared back
Oceans blue surged
And destiny was woven
In golden thread
He followed her
Laying down
The past
The present
The future
Eclipsed
One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle
He knew
This day would come
Inexorable and bewitching the breath
Of day scorched the earth and the
Moon stared back
Oceans blue surged
And destiny was woven
In golden thread
He followed her
Laying down
The past
The present
The future
Eclipsed
dead
swift and sweet falling a puddle
a mess a glissade on the cold ice white tiled floor
blooded gloves pulling at the cri de coeur
Epistemic filled eyes sigh
In the sighlence
Another
For
The
Wasteland
