limerence

by myself gyrating, caught, she had eyed me

walked over almost haughtily,

naughtily, she pressed her seat against these denim jeans and

quietly proceeded to embezzle quite a chunk of my attention

while she pleasantly surrendered to my company;

a head full of dark brunette leaning on my neck

breathing heavily, eventually

she turned so i could meet my captor,

and if it wasn't instant rapture then she was quite the actor

actress, rather, pardon me...

beat grooving, such smooth hips, moving up a bit, wide eyes and striking lips --

soft, sweet and silky, like i nipped a bit of chocolate and a hint of green winter

flittering between talking and whispers, till we were
Christmas-time quiet,

nearly silent in a room rendered deafening;

"leave with me" she obliged

and my desire declined any latent denials that might have resided in my mind as i

pried the door open so we could slide out into the night...

quite the breeze, a bit chilly, but supremely, we were at ease

nice night for a walk, skip the room, even though my apartment was right down the street

our hands sort of caught as we talked and gawked awkwardly

crossing fingers, flashing smiles then crossing streets, causing xenon-beamed speeding cars to halt to a tortoise-walk

and chalking concrete with bright orange sparks in plain sight...

indigo cloud sheets sheath the midnight blue sky,

my huge 'i spy' eye blinks as she breathes,

riding a high of Northern Lights, left the mellow 27's for me

watching the night light up with neon pink, ultraviolet and yellow spray can art,

elements of Skyy reside nearby and cut driftwood is drifting in, beginning somewhere off in the distance, reminiscent of campfire at a park;
so carefree was she, in her presence it was pleasant to be,
found my pheromones firing like rifles, prickles in my dome like when a foot falls asleep

amygdala swaying like waves crashing on the beach
and a song playing, caught on repeat,

skip--skip--skipping to my heartbeat...

appreciate the basics

i woke up today having broken into a cold sweat, still trying to make sense of the copious amount of death over the seven hours last spent; how the fuck did i sleep through those events?

enter shoulder lane, a bold sway left and no metallic frames in the way, going straight, coasting with no delay... a golden grate slowly strays into view, about a meter away, face placed into suede, no time to eschew, a blue buick gone astray, maybe two spaces away we grazed side-laced pavement and skated, skidded, i managed to spit up a shout without a bit of sound coming out, i reached out, tugged the driver and let her know that i loved-- that i love-- that i was...

granted, something told me i might die sometime right between twilight and sunlight, so i planted big hugs on my family the night prior.

i'm demanding an answer and i deserve to know why i'm a damned damper... damaged, detached and unlatched, so quick to quit quaint relationships, skipping the painstaking nulling of ropes that go to those who matter most, braving jaded phases and fading in hazy spaces, gracing folk with an abated presence... my scope dissipates, my soul left effervescent...

The All-American RedBlack&Blue; or 1st Amendment

"beatin'[/beaten] up ya block, yeah i get my Emmett Till on..."

stoned along the road and then showed chrome, a hole-blown dome,
barbed wire rope-tied to his throat and thrown over
water, often it was thought that he ought to have
choked on his charm and kept from provoking those older misters...
from fourteen to mortally disfigured
countless splinters, insurmountable dents and deep ditches digging into his dark skin
monsters embarking on broken whims,
partial remains parting from hopeless kin

a grimace made it's way across my face as i listened
what a potent quote this is,
joking about a kid who exposed his wit
in the wrong place, at the wrong time...
and in light of the freestyle, some of you may still say Wayne's rhyme is harmless,
and even kind of sublime...

well let's listen to a Homie in Paris,
and surely "goin' gorillas" isn't erroneous?
or how many times has a careless role model spit a line about
Jigga's "nigga lips"?
Nicki's hips or Tina's hits?
isn't someone who's little[/Lil'] or [Y]oung considered a kid?
and remember those 2 Chainz laid out around our necks, ankles and wrists?

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O say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the limelight's last gleaming,
Whose faux stripes and tripe stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the vanguards we watched, were so valiantly streaming?
And the master's dead glare, the whips bursting through air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of enslaved?

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especially 3:33-3:39