...she feeds from the juice that is my wits
My lead, her cue..the wisdom of the gods
On her bosom I draft my lazy tombstone
Unapologetic it reads, a savvy oxymoron
''He was an idiot, but at least he was a witty, nerdy, amorous idiot''
...she feeds from the juice that is my wits
My lead, her cue..the wisdom of the gods
On her bosom I draft my lazy tombstone
Unapologetic it reads, a savvy oxymoron
''He was an idiot, but at least he was a witty, nerdy, amorous idiot''
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Numb I feel everyday in thy arms
Yesterdays pain consigned to grave oblivion
By the sultry look on your poker face
A rocket launcher of a face
Eyes slinky like an eclipse in summer
Inviting to your soul amid blushes n tears
Buxom consort I give you all that’s mine
To love, tear and ruin as you please
Save a drink in a glass of the frothy kind
A dance , a white dress and stilettos
For the altar is set n the music has stopped
Ca-clack, ca-clack, ca-clack as slow as u wish
I ll wait with sweat in my palms for you
I lost the paper on which I wrote the vows
Yet the tears will print them on your face
Ruining your make up in the process.
S_ucre
Never tire of my madness for you,
Every dime, time crime is for you
Since I am nothing if not for you
My all time Valentine
Yes, she says in her goddess tone, as she did the first day.
As the wind blew the hem of her cloth envious of the sand
Beneath her feet, ignorant of the water kissing her toes
Sweet As it may, fooled by youth and drink heavy in mind
From escapades of nights past. Zest lingers, pain fades, love
Buds, as he smiles she blushes in her flawless yellow dress
One song short of love two souls in ruin. Had half the ocean
In her crescent eyes privy of a love immense like the iceberg
Underneath the calm storm of love, love, and yes…., love.
Through all life’s marvel her heart pulsates in harmony with
The strings of the guitar in his arms as she sings and spins
to the sweet silent tunes audible only to their lost tongues
In beauty and love, In sour sweetness and tasty lipski pain,
Their hearts fuse like Siamese twins, trapped in two worlds,
Two lives, two souls in total awe of their ambrosic sweet pain
As they walk in the night of clear clouds and starry skies
Insect melodies and lost drunkards, let the rain thus erase
The pain and water the romance thus blossomed’ Amen
@plsucre
The silent screams of an empty cementry
Only scare those who yet hold breath
Come ye’and toast with rhymes
And put fear in its rightful place
Life is for the living
S_ucre
Heartbreak hotel
...it's been a while since I wrote a piece
So I sip my drink and let my pen pee
My tiny mind attached to it's tip
Then I let loose and let the piece get drunk
They wasted grain on bread instead of booze
Hid the pretty lasses in the bars n strip clubs
Yet I found them in church a few hours later
So I decided to hit on the bishops daughter
She dumped my skinny a** coz I was clever
Said I was too smart to be truthful
Now I write poems on a tipsy head
Knowing my protege' is clever than smart
She reads my stuff every other day
And quotes me even though it's crap
But it keeps me sane to know she does
Love my work more than I supposedly do
... she feeds from the juice that is my wits My lead, her cue..the wisdom of the gods On her bosom I draft my lazy tombstone Unapologetic i...