explanation unknown

hushed tongues
curiously why
i shrug his smiles, now transcribed and real
tired of scrubbing passion to bed a phenomenon,
labeled my inner most pawn a question
astonished, while why escorted an awareness secret
stared knowingly and being remembered wanted an entrance to remake pretend
acting like i am, an answer, a lust desire wire
this is us previously, before and again
as a crisp sip of never time fiddles our form

unfinished and unedited

it's a while
it's been timed and concluded
reconciled wondering of mother nature's integrity
this progessional understatment of who decides you makes comment
who's who?
strict i've dictated about the you of who
silly breeding fabled delusions
my prelude happened before

Origins of Now

concrete original family
shimmering that aesthetic experiment
some surreal impressions whistle
making raw nevers purrr as silhouettes demand form
how is harmony and the young approaching?
think wild
absurd passion is our metaphor of love icons

Lust Bluff Charade(raid)

existence fallen out of memory
I find liberty calming out regressing puppy love?
whatever happens happened and otherwise
this taste like corrals weather taste
was never
lover is never one,
said to another forecasting dignity
treeing death to yesterday (yes this day) now tomorrow
day JA vu (day yah view)
saying climbed meandered (me and red) timed
fashioned passion
maybe we could jive
a difference and more than clever
it’s like forfeiting (fitting) towards it seems unsewn
yet alone the magnet of involvement ( in evolve love it meant)
do you doggie style
do I fall to why
I ask my in-between about a parcel that lost a stamp
with a piece of technique I sent (weaved) you
a letter of consignment
you my tale tailing it indifferent

Drunk Rambles

lady from nigeria hmmm(remember to find african lingo w/out the logo not TIA)
is we should seam in control
soulmates carry on make something
will u?
music studies, must the taker be the lesson
more that(n)==double time; /(smirk)< port-ray the rhyme
carry bon, say what, say bon bon, say bon
pattern saturn stategickly
lylylylylylylyl
now wiggle!
bet yah didn't know i was talking too /and or/ about sigmund freud,
but honestly i refreshed the page XXXXXXXXXX)

wait/weight

could you sleep without the stay?!
without the silent ending (the signs are lending sending mending tending) the dream;
I surmise (sure to wise) u with a sun
I would like not to say;
might I (so tenderly) burn your skin with pleasure
u charmed around us grasping on earth
sentimental (sent I meant) freak
we could fun the yesterday away...
for once I will insides- fate
it’s all relative (a real really alive) to the see
rations from women in your sight
your eyes; musting and turning the corner
shorting ( shoring to a sure thing) the moment
quietly carry on our stare (ascending the stair)
a glimpse
I will do you...?

roller coaster sunrise (embryo on speed)

rolled my eyes too the likelihood of spinning wheeled dealed out fun your deck like cards
swarmed me like light to fonder windows
and sketching a hose to me down by the heart staining a club banging my head to chest against empty glass
blending a fear that tastes too me like your aspect knowing it’s clever
baiting being waiting pleasure sainting stinging
and never forming in the rollercoaster sunrise
 

Raw Love

finding restitution (rest you shun) in twiddling atmosphere (at most fear)
twiddling is more than fiction
but awww the fiction becomes obvious to reality
some romanticize (roam man I size) theory(love) tailoring (ringing) precision
is a moat of castle sized intimacy (in tame a mate)
a clumsy sea, see a doorway
intermittently (in term I meant) watching curiosity (cure the IOU city and sometimes why)
benevolently I crisply watch as the she’s and he’s momentize in beauty (aeste-ticks)

Shallow Treading Thoughts

what comes up is not reaching down
it's splendor spectacular
infinite(knight)night,the lesson was temporal w/ reason
slept it off
i'd cry about it tomorrow
spoken like a true mannana
i love the morning(mourning)
again & again,
touched, i'm sure covered in it
again & again,
maybe baby today i'm tomorrow
and your bodicious dawn is so much more important than a broadcast appeal Peeling

Rules of Culture

is that what u call it
a predisposed positive limit that seems to be the equation
what's your right+
is there any right- on the otherside of left
=what is right*?(times the question)

My side of Geek

I say wait to listen
a sticky oddity i unthink you
an artsy clique your blanket
a converation piece your nervous twitch
an elegant clumsy do you vary?
your plastic soft is cold
still i awe
if only in design i imitate

Karma Barber's Motto

cutting away tendencies
knock on the delusion of illusion's doorway
a possiblilities domain, possibly?
not to sell an idea,
but to see the space between
blast fast on enlightened treks

Untitled After Fate

well spare in time
question me story
in ever unfolding
if likeness was sent to pas(s)t; intended and sure
we may w/out time antique a clock

Empathy ?

there's understanding w/out comprehension
the full puzzle of the piece that looks to fit,
but does it
its shape & texture touches,
but when about where does it fit...

Lipstick and Pea-cocks

Ummm so yah flashy sparkley pink without jet flavored memories and sometimes even on faces. Could i fancy bouquet it and incorporate it. Well truth be told i bought lipstick again and i feel so girlie. Umm some coincidental silliness i have but it's tucked and charming on certain peoples eyes. The new kewl word wow that's random...4Gees the word *RANDOM*...4 ohhh r u wondering about the feathers me to !! sex maybe
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nonsensical

Whimsical fairies keep uploading my brain almost hot wiring me to some intergalactic force. At least I yearn for them to play hid and seek possibly in the faded mirror in my bathroom. Still i wait roaming around pretending i'll catch a glimpse of thier karma forplay. It is inevitable that i may exchange a vow to myself a primal decision an adventageuos urge to just make up my mind about this reality. This image of me seems to play havoc w/ my abstract tendencies.

leftovers between toes=pardons

tit for tat and supposed enterprises mark me as a useful womb for transporting unpursued embryo's... The heat has subsided to five fetus each cornered a comic, a novel, tid bits of song and poetry. The 5 th seems to linger pulling my neglect into superior excuses useful justfications even... If i were to combine imagination w/ technolingo would my leftovers contradict the spirit of my created scenario. This is my adaptation story potential...

under socks

Today appitizers are worn on top of my socks wet they seem. I relayed information of attributes i contain, and played timid to be tasted as an amateur accordian fiddle of discreet knowledge. Recieving smiles as close as highway merges to my intsant blind spots. Vague in criteria and centered in forethought I managed to stall the tacky oil of indecision and divert a mention to the skeletons on the gas pedal. I'm learning more about the skin in my socks and the movement of human frames...