Slated

I saw an opportunity and I took it

Taking the vacancy down past her limits

She wasn’t shy to my wisdoms

Of exploring things bringing her to her highest highs

The skies were pierced with moonlight 

It was a song of curiosity bumping with the bass void of compromise

The stature of tasteful bliss kept all promises

True endeavors wore knots of broken heart collections

What’s a rhythm without lyrics

What’s a foreign language without a listener 

I blazed up her pipes until she came alive with the night 

Conjoining miscarried beats before the production

Produced outside the relevant

Glancing between glasses we then clinked 

Climbing her shadows 

Proving sunlight always provides 

The mysterious  remedies of being aligned. 

The Sting

She wants to be beautiful for me

How could she not cherish the character of her curves

I glimpse and glance 

Shyly imagining the trace 

Because after the chase

I am a viscous predator in her cave 

Risking it all to feel her warmth 

Laying down the vision 

I always admired her spirit 

Craving the softness of her lips

Each set set the tone for swimming

In her puddles turned oceans in my presence

There is nothing more exhilarating

Than maneuvering into position

Hydrated with her flavors

The best seller was a sell out

Falling short of her depiction 

I’d sleep to wake up for her as breakfast

She was overwhelmed with every gasp 

I leaned in a little closer to hear her utter 

“I just want to be in love again”

For she knew I was an explorer incapable of falling that deeply to Cupid’s sin. 

Selah

The palm trees are bruised

The fruit is barren 

The seeds are feedings to the crowd 

Shells cover the ground 

Filthy garments crushed into the core

As Mother Earth pierces the drums

Amongst the deaf they’re frantic

Emotions sprinting in marathons

Deliberate melancholy 

Thimbles barely covered the surface

As bruises became the preface

Every history had an ugly table to tell

The Afro baring punks lost all of their funk

Even the bass drums fell out of rhythm 

It had to go

Watching the foolish thrift through

Mismatched lateens patterns 

There was no cadence left to exist

The villain bowed out of character 

She uttered apologies before the stage 

Her grace was smeared in their faces

Still without the power to conquer

Being the metaphor of hope

To save and release the culprits from mental prisons 

She envisioned her time capsule machine 

Anything meant insanity 

You can’t breathe possibility into that undeserving of prosperity 

Riddles were scribbled onto the windshields 

Handicapped losses as angels whispered 

“Now or never”

Today was not now 

Yesterday was yes

Tomorrow is never

Things do change 

Her diaphragm froze 

Her only tear slid down

Her pulse was low 

Her touch remained cold. 

Flagrant Mishaps

Whats the difference between dismal and outstanding stages

Outstanding breaks in the messages of losing

Losing what others forgot outstood until their passion

Sunk in the grounds and grave yards of the extinguished

Extinguished relations without realtionships

The null,void, and vacant

There wasn’t a melody capable of restoration

Calling out the gifted

Screaming out to the present

The past shriveled and lost to its opponent

Opposing sides withered before the break dropped

Championships were playoff miseries

Decadent and decorative

Yet the luster held nothing against truth

She called a truce with punishment

Understanding supplements didn’t always complement

Drifting into unpleasant super hero endings

The battle was not hers to embody

Goodbye to lost friendships.