Tag Archives: God

Honey Pie

I’m so sorry honey pie, I got the mixed up tone and whipped up cream. I love you honey pie, of all the ones who flew me up and shot me down. I feel you honey pie, dear sentiment, my sweet rhyme. … Continue reading

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Once More for Making Sure

Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading

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Peckered Inch That Dangles for Nothing

Here we goes, the trip begins and in back, so black to the crowd, someone yells – “go baby go”.   Let’s put this machine to the test and grind it out with redline fire and give it some all the way heroics.   We’ll insert the … Continue reading

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Time Drips Down and Down

Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading

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Beat of Our Dreams, Sweet Thoughts

We climb to the stars baby – the stars’ ladder. We are those stars of charts and meanderings through the crystal skies, the jet-plane paths and blue oxygen. How far I climb is up to me, but all I see … Continue reading

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Where Are We Snatched in Time

We stopped what we were doing and went down west. Outdoors marching among the steel or within the wooden cities – we prayed escape, while running to big trucks of green, two-seater furnace runners and American steel. Gone and rid of papers, … Continue reading

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Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and Feedback Thrills

Lightning strikes me baby; oh man, it does. All tapered strings and such light moves. Downward licking – the voltage makes me high. Give me shake and push me raw – I want to hurt down low – so down. Your shrill … Continue reading

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Her Breath Greases Grip

Hair sweet movement – stops and starts while breath fixing down, way down – she hangs to life. Oh, she sees no end in sight. Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to white boys and servants. This is final she … Continue reading

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Travels Much Whimsy

37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading

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An Underwater Vision of the Ground

To drown, a drowning,
an underwater vision of
the ground Continue reading

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Angel Fleet by My Shoulder

I languished over a cup of coffee, felt up and down my thighs for muscular-electric pulses and seethed along the cold roads of Cherokee. Furthermore I witnessed for god, observing a silent jogger; most hushed and gentle. She swept by with lack of … Continue reading

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Scrape The Skin

Breeze on a back, push and tickle – fingers that scrape skin and bloody the scalp. Give pause to moments clear, perceptive and grateful. Broken wind to face, shutter forehead growl – locomotion and waves for vision, heat and lips … Continue reading

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You Pompous Jerk

Find out where it is and toast it – fire it – melt it. See what it is and claim no ownership. Live it, breathe it – fight for it – discard it. Sweep up pips and pops, bangs and … Continue reading

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Dance the Sin

A little less bible, give me the belt. Make me blue, give me wings, make the house jive coffee, make it simmer, jump and trip the wires – let it rip my cords. Flash-time purpose, pinch and feel my throat. … Continue reading

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