Ex-Scape

You're broken
Perhaps I am too
That's why our darkness attracts
Because the light was drained too
I saw the images
Plastered across the plains of you
I imagined the brush fire
Widly escaping the realms of truth
I exited this tour
Understanding I couldn't connect with you
You're broken
Perhaps I was never the one for you. 

A Plea of Innocence

Nothing!
She heard nothing
The trial proceeded...
May the defendant please rise
Cries wore on red eyes
What's heaven to the "homosexual"
Boxed into the fantasy of the religious
What color are the gates for your judgement
As the gavel pounded to embark her sentence
She is a controlled substance
Addicted to pondering
Their weakness hidden behind verses
Anyone can quote something dope
Yet be impartial to particular plainness
Love is what you make it
The foundation of cruelty is self imposed
But every time that mirror on the wall
Stabs its pain at the fairest of them all
Sexuality becomes a faint decision
Developed into a direct candid
See the traitors were fake believers
Commanding delusional traits to the tenth
The bastard of a judge
Was a figment beyond the garment
The jury was packed with incognito sinners
The court officers lived in fear of damnation
The prosecutor was an accuser bound to flesh
The court reporter was bound to domestic violence
The defendant waived her right to counsel
Praising the same God with her hands compressed
Even the homosexual was surrounded by scoundrels
Nothing!
She heard nothing
The trial ended
Baffled at the accusations
She was cleared from blasphemy
Charging back into her sexuality
The cries wore on her red eyes
Solidifying her freedom in pride.

Agile Wishes

Scrolling

Imposing

And strolling

Trolling

My thoughts 

Ambiguity 

Was with definition

Plush

Felt like

The time

And times

You blushed

Remarkable

Sparkles

Sprinkled joy

Gifting

The aura

Was pleasantry

Tunneling

Sultry

Sunken

On the brim of entering

The entrances

Opened

As more closed

She is the beauty

Clothed

Hidden

Demanding attention

Attentive

I always slide in

Touching

Thrusting

Brushing against places

Dormant

Too long

Time played games

Daylight savings time

Cutting our moments short

I’m no writer without the muse

I’m no different

Until you feel the blues

Shifting your bones

Stretching you into discomfort

Getting comfortable
In promise
In us
Genius genuine lust
Explosive love.

Evocative

Windows of opportunity 

Posed the introduction

These nuances seemed to appear

When the fruit went sour

The gardens wore silk skin

With wombs of tarnishes 

Every time her eyes peeked

She reached a peak of solace

Understanding distance played its part

Never two stepping out of place

Dreaming of the capturing princess

That would violently crash

Destroying her walls
Slithering into her space

Feeling her depth

The equivalence of lusts prisms

The comrade to pushing loves limits

The air was stale amongst the crowds

Requesting reimbursement for advances 

All of the broken clocks chimed

Just as the real hide away

In mummified caskets

True love wasn’t dead

Fucking to the bass with bomb head

Someone remind her how she was mislead

Placing a finger of “sshh” against her lips

She always prayed for times like this

The guardian of her gates

Reprimanded with self pep talks

How is she to embark

When all the fish swim in the dark

Let’s call it a spade to end the game

Of blowing out wicks and smothered flames

Consistency was an expectation

Yet she still falls victim to temptation.

Nymph

We all have different addictions
Some of us are addicted to love
Some addicted to depression
Some addicted to sex
Others addicted to religion
Yet addiction is a sin
Despite the commanilities and prescriptions
Go ahead and point out a soul
That doesn't deserve to whither in His vision

Dont have causal sex
Casual sex ain't so casual
Living droplets amongst skeletons
No six feet dispositions
Sunken soul ties
Guilt trampled during transitions
Intermission reminded the hawk
To dish out apologies
Fucking like forever for intermittent pleasantries

Casual sex is freedom
Drifting with the moans
Lost with the desire for comdoties
Passion fruit was enjoyed by the gravilicious
She was attracted to their suffering
Healing them with the calm of her spirit
Only to spark their ignitions with aggression
Savage deliverance of sex
The paint barely dried long enough
Before she welcomed her newest victim.

A Mood

Her passion was with purpose
Every time her lips parted
Her fire wasn't as wild
As wounded California nature paths
Yet she drove me with her voice
Traveling the roads of her words
Cruising on crush mode
Diligent with plans of consumption
Gripping the idea of finality
There was no commanility
Her personality meant infinity
Infectious banter knocked on comforts door
Praying to diffuse pain for her saving
Eternal blessings relishing in these moments
Building with the connections
Receptive to magnetic beginnings
Our opposing ends brushed off lust
I'm going to call her "Allure"
Drawn to the permission granted
The door way prepped my walk way
Into her world I was more than the squirrel
Nutty laughter with honey lips
The mess was sheer drapery
Bass dripping attraction
Rhythms of solidarity
Impulses of indulgence
Rummaging toward completion
Eradicating her empty moods
I'm on the quest of pursue. 

Ascension

The butterfly effect is the evidence

The shift was apparent in its cascade

Premium outlets were built for the all shopped out

Interests rates tackled the accredited

Daily quests lost themselves

Attempting to understand misplacement

Broken bottles were just remnants

Anger trails dug deep into the ground

Finishing without the vision

Made the distance a creep towards closeness

Every maze created the nostalgia

Sierra Leone wasn’t the dry land they imagined

The percentage was whimsical

Imagery and smilies danced with metaphors

She was a visionary appalled

Supportively presenting disdain 

For the fraudulent magicians

Embracing conversations

Eliminating the threads

Shortening the listening

Conveying personified disinterest

Leaving her mouth agape

They always savored the taste

Of giving brain to the poet

Sampling depth on round trips

Her lips dripped savory sips

Looking back at it all

They couldn’t fathom her chasm. `