The genius gamble would be celestial ramble to those of you who haven't handle on your handle. Essentially I'm speaking to but a few, hell it may be that I am speaking to only me.
Star plots, paramount, to stage the set of the setting that would allow the letting of the never forgetting.
Cast into this worldhurled with but a bet on the stars, it's the best we can do to bring what you need to you.
Lined & mapped with what we can conceive would be best to nest in from your trap.
Again it's ALL a gamble, celestial cloak bestowed on a wind blown candle.
Flames die & ignite, rebirthing & reforming, Scorpio a no brainer to help any flame whether it's remainder.
The trip to Earth almost ever an odd like curse, course it's not due to our lack of trying,
more so to the you who keep on dying,
dying deaths with barely a fraction concrete-ed,
you do what you want, but not what is needed.
Revolt & overthrow are simply words you think you know,
concepts claimed unachievable,
unpractical
left abandoned
for they're strenuous.
You leave it left alone,
complain about your own
& never stop to second guess.
The notion,
the need,
the potential of such seed,
do it for you,
do it for them,
do it for those to come,
Christ do it so you don't die dumb.
Wish you not a meaning?A purpose to make this worth this?I plead and I beg with all of youTil my legs fall off & my face is blue.This really isn'tWhat I should have to do...
Sit & wait
Sit & wait
Sit & talkand stroke your cock
Coddle your clit
and don't do shit
Such words favored unheardMy whole heeding favored not the type of words to be reading
Don't you notice your bleeding?
In a pool of your blood
Polluted with mud
I stand and I cry
I sure as Hell
Don't know why
The options all there
And yet You choose not to careLeave it for another
Your younger sister or brother
Maybe it's best for four generations from nowCould be so
But still they'll know
The crowd that did nothing
Even though that they could.
The crowd that did nothing
And died up to no good.
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If I Met Lana Del Rey
One of her tales ended one of mine, knew I not it was her lines at the time, Impressed I was by the rhyme but not the victim implications of the line's inclinations. It’s always choice, choose or abuse, a notion in her lines later on, on her had dawned. When I finally came to find her the script mistress of the lines I had once witnessed, meeting her my heart insisted. Knew I though the way it had to go; long held dear are always the foretellings of my fortuneteller. I had to compel her to make her introduction to me, this part of how it must be. Venus first house to those wishing details of the fortuneteller's tales. Now how I get her to harbor interest to a degree of such seduction, that she to me makes her introduction, would take a high rate production. She definition of class, not something she'd boast but most would have same said answer if asked. A bar she be to quality and inner honesty, not simply just the heart handed through script, but how to too have heart when handing it. Her magnificence and grace not why I wish her embrace, these qualities not lost on me, however what be the magnetism pulling to her the me are her inner understandings and subtle intensity. Some suspect opposites attract, not certain I am this true, but certain I am some do like to tell you it's fact. Now whoever states such statements may very well have simply misinterpreted the similarities between he and/or she. This lack, mine not to attack, perhaps some favor it's flavor, but I of the opposite inclination. Love I do myself so much, the opposite I'd have no use to touch. I haven't any flaws that I haven't purposely selected, and to another half wit who might have it pin pointed and suggested that I've neglected and molested my beauty by not dropping them to make a new me, well these short sighted psychological suggestings, not of bother would I bother my stride offside to take up protesting. Now that we've clarified potential jesting, tell you I it her who I'd have me molesting, vulgar one could conclude such wording, though lingo not locked in a block, it's simply its connotation causing shock, what way I'd say of the way she'd handle my cock have variations to no end, she'd be my best friend, the clearness I seem to see her in be why my obsession’s session did begin.
By Mr. KUTZKY6 years ago in Poets
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