all of a sudden passion suddenly

[Liar]

passed by, rocked my world

holy shit
holy smoke
holy cow
holy fuck

all things holy, come forth
heed to my summoning
of invectives, profanities
all the superlatives
down on my knees
humbled I grovel

holy shit/smoke/cow/fuck
holy shmoly what a sight!

if I manage to restrain
if I'm able to hold in
things unholy
frowned upon

if I can be pious
in the presence of this

and not blow off my lid,
not just stutter and drool
not just act like a fool

I will truly have the patience
and composed control
of the holiest of men

#Liar

 

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well.
drip.
.
.
words
spilt from this feather-draped
beauty onto a
captive page,
tells a story
of peace and glory,
centuries old,
long past forgotten.

glass.
grace.
.
.
words
spilt onto synapses,
read from this
captive screen,
that tells a story
of forgotten glory,
centuries old,
inspiration.

 

[JUDO]

Too hot
Too cool
Too quick
Too soon

Too pink
Too raw
Too blue
Tutu

For which
Of one
Is not
For real

I breathe
And sigh
Until
I feel

The one
Only
The it
Alone

Who rides
Beneath
My Tel-
ephone.

 

[Liar]

patriotic pissings

my country right or wrong
be all that you can be
survival of the strong
the land of good and free

an earthly Xanadu
a Shangri-La in flesh
a home for me and you
to rise, repent, refresh

surrounded by a fleet
succumbed in luxury
sumberged in urban beat
surmised as guarantee

the land where I belong
amidst this flock of sheep
my country right or wrong
not me, just where I sleep


rhymezone.com is my friend

 

[JUDO]

Re: For Judo

Fill Me
(for Angeline and our mutual drug)

As sweet angelic pyre illumes the night
With echoes' ringing phrase and breathes so cool,
I might believe a Queen has called her fool
For shallow is my brain that sees their height.

For none has felt their song and left unstirred
The tremors brought by cold or knees or heart.
It's burning scalds the soul to scar the art --
This jumping, fleeting passion I've once heard.

Three conversations bled tonight as one
To lay foundations deep within my breast
That hip nor hop could pound like fervent pest
Its seed that grows to bloom inside undone.

Forever changed, my soul cries out for "MORE!"
Thy willing jar will syncopate -- please pour.

Hello berry girl
you juicey tart
sweet as can be
with your thousand
straw eyes your poetry
and satin chocolate
words dip drip slide
your sentiment on seas
of jazz and surf your strophes
upon iambic shores for me.

 

[eagleyez]

stationwagon
sunburn
johhny
was
gay and
drove to the beach smiling and
jennifer
had red hair freckles
and the neighbor
looked
thru the
laurel
hedge
and wondered
at the music
and loaned
me his
surfboard and
it had a leak.

peel the skin
tshirt sting
the long
haul.

 

[eagleyez]

the rustle,
the harmony
accidents,
shake me now
like curious meadows.

the wind
bristles
my ankles-
child's
bare feet
walking
to you.

muddy toes and
tears.

 

[Eumenides]

The keyboard will not move
Without my will beating down on it
The poems will not write themselves
And they're trapped inside my brain
I can hear them clicking around
Like three lone rice grains
In a box too big to contain them
So I write the words "happy," "content,"
Dare I say, "love"?
I stare at them incredulously
Hear my own repeated whisper
"Show, don't tell"
But how do I paint happiness
With unfamiliar ink?
My muses don't recognize this
I learned to write poetry
In angst-filled pimply teenage years
When muses only responded
To "pain," "anger"
Dare I say, "helplessness"?
My name is well chosen
As I am "benevolent," "kind,"
Dare I say, "loving"?
So am I inspired and driven
by "fury," "righteousness,"
Dare I say, "vengeance"?
Therefore, this new mindset
This white clouds on a cerulean
Blue sky, this bright copper kettle
Warm apple strudel disposition
Tangles my fingers and tongue
But I beat on the keys, anyhow
Hoping my monkeys can find
Not Shakespearean text, but
Shades of my own

 

[Guest]

Bones in there wings
Stiffly, they fly
from the south.

Calling to distant
bretheren
necks stretched
homeward

T'is Spring
they call
Trying to fool us
all.

 

[annaswirls]

nracissistic self hating spirit
wants to see itself
in clay in paper ion acrylic and oil
wrapped in a blannket
held in admiration
see what i made
see what i recreated
myself only youngerbettersmartermore beautiful
see what I made

soul is so sick of itself
make more
suck in more
swallow it whole
fuck its holes
as many as you can
call it your own
callit your own again
soul so tired of the same old shit
make something new
make something new

 

[Maria2394]

intake valves,
always open
wide with words
flowing out
in hasty spitballs
of tasteless mumbo
gumbo
with all the good
parts absent
where's the okra
jumbo shrimp?
what big words
for such a little man

 

[annaswirls]

drinking white russians
in milk for santa mugs
wondering who the hell
left me in charge

 

[perks]

don't know how
to grieve without puking
no one taught me how to
cry properly
can't remember
what day it is
or if I've paid the rent
or if I took a shower
my nose is too stuffed up
with all these memories
I can't even smell myself
wallow, yeah, that's the right word
probably why it became a cliche
when did grief become so usual?
everyone has a story
they all can comiserate
want to be there
for me
really who wants to be here?
I don't even want that
I want the world right
the sunsets
the clean skin
the knowing
you're not going to be dead
that used to be so simple
like waking up

 

[Linbido]

what part of

      come hither pretty boy
      with me to privacy
      come kiss me
      in places
      so sacred
      thay only you
      would ever dare
      to explore

      come closer delicious
      tear redundancy
      in form of clothes
      off me and you
      come undone
      and closer yet

      come push
      come grab
      come lift lean lick
      fill my vision with skin
      my existance with any
      and all of you
      my screaming need
      with your dreaming will
      fill spill thrill fulfill

      come
      take me now

did you not understand?

 

[perks]

I wanna pummel you with a sea urchin
till you're lurchin
from poisoned pricklies
wanna wonder why
you feel the need
to draw out this drama
god, mama
deal with your need for flair
before the phone calls
because you're making me
bleed from my eyeballs
rip out my hair
more than I need to
dealing with this isn't easy
you know it, I know it
don't make it harder,
because if you do
I won't be there for you
until I stop
crying for nothing
just yet

 

[annaswirls]

pride
is the weakest
of the deadly sins
and what from it

least lust
can give thrill
gluttony
get your fill

pride
is stupid
green gate
to nowhere
but down

stupid bitch
down is where you belong
get over it

 

[TheDR4KE]

helplessness

listening to the piper play
when you leave us one last time
heartbreaking helplessness
and all I can do is comfort and be comforted

waking up at 4am to soul crying
when a tadpole of life, wasn't anymore
heartbreaking helplessness
and all I can do is hold and be held

seeing your poems of grieving
when a lighthouse of your life fades out
heartbreaking helplessness
and all I can do is think of you and be thought of

all the clouds can do is rain until the storm is past
all the sun can do is shine until the clouds pass
all we can do is cry until time passes

 

[svelte walker]

nylon squirts

filled with brown frosting
dollups project
complete sprinkles
part of ride onto the subject
her stomach
marked and photographed in dim
light but with powerful
flash flash
bright and bold and egotistic

an arc tender burning
mad scientist and her maidens
holding each other wind whipped
white toe open minded
whole house benders
devised by men some say
but really dropped from Dean
down from heaven lower cap

 

[Linbido]

Feeding
my mood swing
with a bleeding of fears
falling
like leaves
around my feet

blending with tears
that hangs
trips drips
for just as much
no-reason-at-all
as the panic
welling swelling

and still
I keep telling
my silly self
to sooth the scream
this must be a dream
there's no reason at all

no reason for this
but my mood swing
such a strange thing
a brief passing taste
of insanity's kiss

 

[Guest]

Flash Back to Ropongi

Obscure bland buildings
in a jungle of concrete cubes
vanish at sundown,
turning Tokyo’s Ropongi
into a ‘High Touch Town’
full of bar hopping, lust crazed,
all maniacs—and I’m one too.

Neon city lights have me
sipping rice wine in
Gaspanic and Baccara;
minute-sized clubs
jammed packed with bodies
as sake with dead Habu snakes
pleasantly buzz my mind.

Hypnotic rhythms of trance music
groovers grind, others writhe alone
in a self-absorbed oblivion.
Snakes come alive to dance.
I'm charmed by two of a kind
in 5 inch 'fuck-me-pumps',
tattooed with golden koi.

Drinking Habu sake makes me dumb,
cum greedy for threesomes.
Lucky me, 6,000 ¥en pays for
three hours in love motels,
role-play behind secret doors,
a good time with less than
honorable flesh perverts like me.

I want dirty sex on clean sheets,
get nasty with Natsu and her
plum sweet sister, Setsu.
They teach me kinky can be endless
with twins in lotus position,
disappearing into ivory skin,
a double happiness, bliss out.

I bid my sayonaras 12,000 ¥en later.
After sex munchies attack me
via vegetarian yakisoba,
sticky fried rice,
no beer,
no liquor—
"Please, just milk tea."

Now wasted and fucked away,
I watch my first red sun rise.
Time to join ranks with
squids and jarheads
in a red-eye, hung over shuffle,
the long crawl back to
home sweet home in gunmetal gray.

 

[perks]

all I wanna do is find a pretty girl
with sunshine eyes
and dewdrop lips
to kiss

a pretty girl
won't make me feel lonely
when we're alone
together

she'll be soft
in all the places
you're not

I'll love her
she'll love me back
and front


and that will tickle
me

 

[smithpeter]

take forever

this poem
written just after life
the most part of a day
real feel
like this thread
no spell check
if you walk out now it's over
baby
no coming in and out
making a perfect relationship poem
no skipping around litterotica
having fun
none of that
my new cat

 

[perks]

suede sunsets
in golden hues
cast long shadows
across the tusseled coverlet
and my ripe round skin

shadows slide
over my percale curves
playing hide and seek
with your
summer tongue

 

[SeattleRain]

open wide

i am a dry sponge
in your presence I soak you in
and you are good in me

i wring and squeeze
the juices onto you
you onto me
we taste of us
and we taste good

 

[perks]

if love’s a second hand emotion
what do I have to do with it?
passion pulsing putrid poetry
of peach nectar
and silken fuck rods
in water pooled in pink hearts
under some harvest moon
of perfection
teasing pert nipples under
see through chemises
and cloth trapped swords of love
have I mentioned lust yet?
it will come
like every love poem ever written
without feeling, just words
printed mechanically
on a candy heart
be mine
4-ever yours
and love me with the passion and power
of a thousand suns
ride off into the sunset with me
sail away
with me...
no really, let’s take a holiday
just the two of us.
I’ll be the one with the fever
puking out this tripe