Pistanthrophobic Nyctophilia

There once was a shy boy who didn’t blink,

he liked to read books then sit around and think,

he thought he’d be forever eating alone over the sink,

until he met a smart girl dancing with piercings and ink.

At first he didn’t quite realize that she was just like him,

she noticed his unblinking eyes which created a grin,

although they look different they are the same within,

they both devour knowledge and like it when it’s grim.

When it comes to love they both have a phobia,

it seems to others that they have xenophobia,

but they just have a bit of pistanthrophobia,

together they indulge their nyctophilia.

 

Rage Red Line

There is no place else I’d rather be

than with someone else that’s not me

there is no escape from world’s end

time isn’t something you can mend.

In a state of suspended inner isolation

without the fierce guard and desolation

reckless abandonment in the evening

substitute rational thought for feeling.

Save yourself the effort of finding truth

the throttle opens up the sun-moon roof

with nobody to watch the broken gauge

the needle dances above the red-line of rage.

I Don’t Wish Want

I don’t want to sleep alone all day,

I don’t want to never want to wake,

I don’t want to go and sometimes stay,

I don’t want to be unreal and fake.

I wish to resolve what is inside,

I wish for a cold dark place to hide,

I wish for someone in which to confide,

I wish to have laughed instead of cried.

I want to feel the beauty I sometimes see

I want to sense the skin I long to touch

I want to be captive instead of almost free

I want to be the petal to your clutch.

Crooked Clarity Compass

Social fabrication is denial
commitment to what is reality
vision creates a cognitive fusion
knowledge comes from dualistic da da
the crooked compass shows us the right way
open to what is next and not their next
blur is an example of time travel
three components make relativity
declaration of what is and isn’t
clarity eliminates neg bias.

Infinite Mobius Feelings

 The lovey dovey period expands

please do that swirl thing that you love to do

emotional proximation convects

soul is measured in countable packets

when i hear you cry it’s for a reason

never knowing what the whole story is

infinite loop of mobius feelings

looks being unexpectedly captured

spooning and sleeping in the R.E.M.

everyone is beautiful in our dreams.

Governing Operational Dynamics

Observer and observed are connected

synchonystically complementary

time, light and gravity are what we are

begin with Euclidian postulates

dualistic perception of small scales

infinite causation is in effect

chiaroscuroistic interrelates

perceive mathematical reflections

ten multi-dimential perspectives

five higher senses are activated.

Pucker Power

Yellow drops of pucker power
to quench a writers long lost thirst
glands swell from nature’s sour
auto-writing in red here is a first.

Bite in now and let the drops drip
strands of thick pulp flossing teeth
rejoice in the juice and take a sip

taste-buds tingle from underneath.

Stimulate and reverberate your mind
in a room full of aetherspheric looks
reading poems around your own kind
embrace the pucker then write your books.

Eye Can See You See Me

Eye can never trust again
eye can never blindly follow
eye can never lust for sin
you fill up the empty hollow.

i can see what you can’t
i can see what you won’t
i can see what they want
you want me to do but I don’t.

You tell me what I need to hear
you tell me what I should be
you tell me what is and isn’t clear
i once was deceived but now I see.

You Are Knot Cool

You wasted my time
you wasted my reason
you wasted my money
you wasted my seman.

Are you happy now
are you vacant of will
are you completely evil
are you a poison pill ?

Knot is what you twist
not is what you are
knot is what you tie
knot upon a distant star.

Cool is what you’re not
cool is way out of reach
cool is not less than hot
cool is how you I teach.

Ultra Vivid You

Ultra is how I think of you

ultra is how you feel when I do

ultra is how you take me over

ultra is how we aetherially dew.

Vivid is your electrochem charge

vivid is your outer flow glow

vivid is your shimmering self

vivid is your feelings we know.

You always move in sync with me

you always wish to spend the day

you always sense my presence

you always want to make me stay.

i Don”T Want You

i don’t respond to hints

i don’t respond to bait

i don’t respond to kindness

i don’t respond to hate.

 

don’t tell me your name

don’t follow me around

don’t drive me more inane

don’t sing me your sound.

 

want is what they ask for

want is what they adore

want is what they save for

want is waiting behind the black door.

 

you are not like the others that are around

you just figured out we’re not really here

you know what’s up without looking down

you’re transrapid gliding in our aethersphere.

They Never Give Us Control

They never say a single nice thing

they are always pleasant when there’s pay

they never really do much of anything

they know you know what’s the say.

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Never really never happens that way

never procrastinate until maybe tomorrow

never say never is what they never say

never say i love you without the sweet sorrow.

——————-

Give is what you never want to be or do

give is how you become a social misfit

give is what you’ll never need to pursue

give more nothing and that’s what you’ll get.

——————-

Us is what we only pretended we’d live

us is what we’ll never thankfully be

us is what we’ll never forget not to forgive

us will never include little lost me.

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Control is what you know you see

control is what you want to need

control is what you want to give me

control how much you want me to bleed.

Forgotten Lost Girlfriend

Being with you was like being alone except alone was the fun way

love is the game you play and when i say I love you it’s like passing go

you were always happy each and every time there was a big pay-day

spending greenbacks unearned was your chosen path to go with the flow.

You always wore your best white dress when there was cash on the table

isolation of the sour soul and degradation as part of your entry-exit hole

figuring everything out all alone and what to do next alone as well

not being there when it counts but always feigning becoming whole.

Your style of the silent treatment could be considered a dark art

demanding the impossible and distraught at the well lighted end

blissful at the failures of others and cry real tears for a happy heart

trinkets instead of genuine affection about the forgotten girlfriend.

Haunting Zenophobic Paradox

Death is in the air and existence is futile
stress is our invisible killer that always haunts
listen to a loud noise that is beautifully subtle
self-serving actions are our transparent taunts
when we leave there is nobody for rebuttal.

Don’t love me now because it will never be
praying for the end daily but really want to live
actions are momentary lapses of warped reality
past the point of no return with nothing to re-live
ten different flavours of hell are open for you to see.

Life is like a Zenophobic paradox that’s clear
the toll through your mind is down to one lane
a life lived long is very short but quanta lasts forever
betrayal fertilises the deep seeds of all being inane
having eyes & ears doesn’t mean you can see & hear.

i Never Wish

i wish that i had cheated,
i wish that i had often lied,
i wish i had the realisation,
your soul had long ago died.

i wish that i had left sooner,
i wish that i had quickly run,
i wish i had the realisation,
being with you was no fun.

i wish i could forget your face,
i wish i could forget your voice,
i wish i had the ability,
to turn back time and make another choice.

i wish i wasn’t shattered
i wish i wasn’t broken
i wish that when my parents met,
never a word was spoken.

i wish there was faith,
i wish there was belief,
i wish i could remember,
the feeling of pleasant relief.

i wish sometimes it all would end,
i wish sometimes i couldn’t stop
i wish sometimes to take my eyes,
off of the distant mountain top.

i wish i couldn’t understand,
i wish i could just give up,
i wish someone would hold my hand,
who wasn’t pushing me down.

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Blissfull Vajayjay Day

The stars seem brighter as you remain unfound
because you have opened my eyes once more
we realized in your absence a beauty once sound
no longer descend past the valentine day door.

cupid was fine when we were a time that myths were the reason
we have a new celebration mostly for her and a little for him
the day is now stolen from a cute baby angel in kissing season
because what is desired at nights end is satiated dripping wet trim.

we believe it’s time to begin a new tradition of sway
paying homage to something adults can adorn and adore
from now on annually in february every girl shares this day
the right to feel, look and act like your form of whore.

there are many lessons to be learned along way to she gleen
tendencies inspire to put the cooter owner up in a pedal tower
envision a cadre of rounded hips with bits and pieces in between
when it comes to being face to face with the ultra pussy power
wherever you go in every spacetime there is cha cha to be seen.

all are unique and some quite exquisite while coming in a wide range
every once in a while you accidentally come across the cunt variety
when the moon is full there’s nothing wrong with a little strange
most of the owners are nice and good and very vital to our society.

some dangle their poon for a nice free dinner out or the vip line
other la-las are used to manipulate love to live the way they might
for some their honey spot is their money pot and for them that’s fine
in the case of wax pain it’s worth our pleasure through the long night
responsible owners take care of their yum yum treasure all the time.

most coochie connoisseurs prefer the absence of all fur reminisces
many like a nice little trim and neatly quaffed but not bare
others like a little beaver power patch of devine deliverance
there are those who love a big furry bush at which to stare.

there are many options and the choice is yours they’re your lips
there are many ways to prepare the infinitely complex Mt. Venus
here are a few friendly tips for your pre-pleasure tune-up trips
from the mound top to the perineum taint just above the anus.

accouterments galore are available everywhere within ink studios
with a few little things made of metal and maybe some real fangs
everyone takes creative requests and good artists are real pros
with ink and piercings for the brave and daring darling gangs.

consider these when you’re planning for a trim for the trout
prepare for the ouch because it’s completely worth the pain
enjoy the waxing pain in case the big night doesn’t work out
nikhedonia can be addickting for both you and him the same.

a ‘landing strip’ on the Mound of Venus liberates the outer labia
the full monty goes deeper and includes a punani triangle-hood-top
the sphinx cleans the beach up and down the whole pelvic box area
stealth mode is a brazilian lady business landing strip-non-stop.

some celebrate the fact that they no longer have one
others that the last is forever gone and hopefully put away
many are blissfully happy with just what they have done
today is the day everyone celebrates Blissfull Vajayjay Day.

Angelicate Bitten Cure

You’re so gorgeous i can do nothing in vain
can be so un-perfect you make the right rain
cannot kiss your feet or ever get ahead again
you make us un-hungry being so much good pain.

Everything you dare to do is darkly irresistible
being is wonderful while stuck inside your glue
everything you are is bitterly-sweet kissable
feeling simple elegance while breathing in you.

You run around in circles and take away breath
making us want to eat you up while being dreamy
hugging you inside till we both find true death
you turn our dark world upside down and creamy.

You make things seem too good to be very un-true
everything you want to do is dangerously delicate
hooked and smitten while being cooked and bitten
even while being very bad you’re quite angelicate.

 

Inspired by “Why Can’t I Be You”  The Cure

Mona’s Idiom Challenge

A picture paints a race against rhyme
a thousand balls are now in your court
hell gets real blurry when love is a crime
a woman adorned reigns while my escort

scratches from starting all over again
reducing fears with whine and no dine
biting off way more than we can fain
running out of charm for the third time

in the moment of heat x-marks the g-spot
nailing the head with hits on the face
bedding on the right side of the money shot
between a hard rock and a lonely place.



Little Star

My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she’s here it’s hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.

She sees me, not as I am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I’m awake and she’s disappeared,
I know I’ll miss her for the whole day.

As soon as I’m home it’s back to bed,
she’ll be waiting within my walls of red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it’s only in my dreams we ever meet.

 

 

Searching for Sin

What good are my eyes,
if I can’t see your face.
When you enter a room,
my pulse picks up pace.

That’s me crawling,
under your skin.
One word at a time,
searching for sin.

Together we’ll make it,
all the way to the top.
I just can’t help myself,
please don’t ask me to stop.