Poem called Seed
Oily stem wrapped intertwined eccentric electro dance beats like a babies heart beating, Pounding thumping nation sesame seed bun,crispy like a pancake she got the look. The look of love as she drives me wild like a fallen stallion standing backup throwing up backwards as your Kicking forward looking
sideways through a broken mirror when the world stops spinning jump back on the merry go round as your evil twin doppelganger shoots and scores and your wallets full with Rubber shells sealed for freshness baby ain’t coming but a stiffness as the Viagra gel
Reaches full activeness as you kneel awaiting confessional.
Worlds fine bad in your head is it still you talking thinking stopping shaking in the cold winters night the day was long but the journey seems quick and before you get there you realized how quick and scary the ride was. Seat-belts keep you safe but that’s an illusion for we all await our faith. Lemons taste bitter smell divine and fresh like a spring breeze whistles through her long summers dress her Autumn hands holding up her wintered brow.guided by everything and everyone she believed it was this way and it was exactly what she believed regardless of fact, mother or mammy nature blessed is all that breath life is a gift from God.
Seedling sprout off spring remember were never just alone when we collectively belong to each other so baby we grow and food we eat knowledge we gain along with faith,happiness comes and darkness too but short like a smile from a stranger, passing ships that sail in the same water we encounter
everything. Learning as we grow not always knowing which way to go, rowing our boats to shallow water as we struggle to step but quickly learn walking is faster. Sitting one day reflecting how far we come and now wonder where left to go up above or below makes no difference not now not to you look how much you are. Water sun breeze cold frost heat and up you came standing tall and proud you show your true colours your true identify your true potential never holding anything back never being afraid not no more sayings on your mind shoot out like the rain from a heavy cloud stopping isn’t an option only orange optional outburst outraged outspoken overcome with wild accusations and analogue television signal in a digital age of aids a cry for help as the monkeys lay curiously locked in there steel enclosures trapped and tortured insane from abuse and antics like cartoon people Mika and the chocolate factory. Mr master beater giving detention in a world full of anal adventures it’s no wonder they think she is easy like Sunday morning, five dollar and she gives you a fucking coupon? Any which way but loose she explains as she straps on an ego john Lennon could write songs about and Elvis claps from every Starbucks.
Pruning can be home grown or grown home tempers run high fever like a volcanic eruption in my pants when OK boiling wanting nothing more than the injustice to be rectified as then fuckers burn like the rivers of Babylon. No women or man must ever be the things I heard I know the pain of the soft innocent child the seed of life never by nature as nature heals and supports life it’s man made suffering and punishment would never fulfill a mad mans game closing the gap on life reflections on the water can’t reveal what we don’t see. No one knows, not one person can bring the seed back to life if it never had germinated. A bucket a knife a fucking insestual life a new fucking car and a bitch for life a million dollar smile and more bling then a Mr T and ego to match, smack my bitch up as you smoke up getting high shooting up like a Frankenstein smackie,. More lines and tracks then the French underground. Help me die I can’t face myself today sorry but I must leave you all right now I didn’t know myself like you thought I did I didn’t mean to be this way but sometimes you can only ever be what you allow yourself to be. Stepping up just lay down and close them great vast oceans of eyes.
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