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.

Ultimate Oral Sustenance

Oral self indulgence of every sort

copulation of the intimate source

sustenance from dead flesh gives us power

red food gives us all fire from within

hyperventilate with each others lips

the heart not only pumps blood and breathing

savor true flavor under the wet tounge

ultimate taste experience engulfs

more intoxicated with every bite

what ever you want is on the plate now.

That’s That Again

 i do not smell that good smell that you smell

that’s not exactly what you think happened

that is only what you think of sometimes

suspension of that which you over think

that is only what you want me to think

that is what only you want me to think

that’s what you want to think of only me

that’s not what i said or even close to meant

the stove was not left on by me again.

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Aetherspheric Dream Mates

 

 Conflict resolution in R.E.M.

torturous melodramatics involve

our dreams are blending aethersperheically

convection from all three conscious levels

brands about them are somewhat revealing

sleeping through the good parts of everything

bait with hot and switch emotions with cold

give all you have and take nothing but love

offer a wet tongue and withdraw a smile

lovely sleeping mates are always about.

Instamatic Melodramatica

Instamatic melodramatica

untrusted fear as a control factor

plausible scenarios come to life

consciousness evolutionary think

missing link of a long thick crumbling chain

let go the black and embrace the dark blue

unrequited love-like affectionate

quantifiable magnetic field aura

full holographic representation

duel transubstantiationalize.

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.

Are You We

Are you going to abandon me
are you going to turn and run
are you going to listen to me
are we going to experience fun ?

Are you who you say you are
are you who you want to be
are you who you are by far
are we going to together see ?

Are you dancing to the same beat
are you on the same frequency
are you someone we want to meet
are we going to redefine delinquency ?

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.

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.

Ultra-Evil You

You don’t know me
You never even tried
You never cared for me
You only spent and lied.

You only think of yourself
You trapped me by being sly
You will never be anything real
You make the Universe cry.

You are less than nothing
You are ultra-evil inside
You emptied my once full life
Your soul has already died.

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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Fallatiotic Red Vixen

Tiffany was a red headed nymphette seventy two inches tall
practising law by day and a fallatiotic dancing vixen by night
her hair was bright red all over and yes i mean bare and all
i never knew her very well but she blew me with mighty might.

She loved to blow me everywhere there was a chance of getting caught
spending more time with my thing in her mouth than actually talking
any partially private public space is what she constantly sought
trips with me at the wheel just so she could play while i was driving
alarmless elevators and bathroom stalls is what she found especially hot.

It was as if she had a deadly disease with little time left to find another cure
the only antidote that worked was my stuff administered daily as a face cream
this was a whirlwind sexual thing and once she was cured was gone forever
we never copulated but she loved my fingers while doing her favourite thing.

Looking back and remembering this little tryst, it’s always with a smile
although it has crossed my mind that the whole time i was being used
thinking of all the instances she would gulp and run after a short while
with the taste of a new seaman still on her lips that was recently spewed
was she secretly running to a mate to french kiss him or her with my bile?

She loved my taste so much that she always said ahhhhaaaa and thank you
sometimes pretending it was a paintbrush and her face a painting to be
every time i see a new fiery beauty the engram can’t help but renew
what she might look like with her red eyelashes glistening with me.

Running Fire Water

Mara is da girl dat is soon gonna be very merry
a self-proclaimed dork who doesn’t play kid games
and doesn’t take crap from anyone ordinarily
a happy drama free life to her from me i proclaim
they nay say while i’ll love her till death you’ll see.

She’s going to school and doin’ it the right hard way
her trusted friends tell her she can be kind of a bitch
going to seek scholastic identity to do what she’ll say
getting maddened up she’s my favourite sexy goth witch
my unique ability to love is hers every night and day.

She’s like running fire and i’m like water flickering
sometimes she burns me up and others i dowse her out
when the mixtures are right we atomize something amazing
she a best friend and with me will never do without
there’s nothing normal bout how we’re relating.



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.

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.

 

 

Shadow Weaver

Master weaver of the kind,
weave me a shadow if you don’t mind.

I took the blame for mistakes never made,
this isn’t the madness you had made in trade.

With shards of glass stuck in you eyes,
you glance right by me and never realize.

My mouth goes dry when I spot your flag.
If you are the tail I am your wag.