PoetLuv

Cage me into some moral flesh this has yet to be the end of me preying upon me as you pray with me a distinct reflection following in my own direction keeping my faults to a minimum a mind over matter depiction this affliction of inner self entices me fighting for me as you fight with me this anxiety i am undertaking makes me break in pieces when i cry tears as rocks stoning me my unknown abilities shortlived mind-crushing a alter ego turning my mind loose a placid imagination my mind is heaving soul weazing in its entirity a fire that in its sublime erupts as i falter staring upon my own eyes redef

Lyrical annuciations come out of my mouth a fluid liquidation my thoughts are creations miniscule yet dancing with formality we breathe out of our mouths a becoming poetic annuciation filters out of my smooth lips as my hips mirror my words its as if earth has empowered me with this poetic gift to enlighten ears engage souls minds conquering our bodies as we fluid poetics come out with our words spirits proud hearts engaged for we are the lyrical masters preventing disaster muses to those who have given up there hearts quake as we touch the inner places of who they are.

cocoa complexion standing placidly a ringlet of smoke envelopes his face solitude sits lightly upon this mans shoulders breathing in deeply cool breeze the day awaits him as he sits lightly on a park bench puffing away an unknown anxiety before he faces the day

Entrance me in a coaxing embrace now knowing this was a mistake a mind sensationalized lips in disguise that said "its been a while," Grunting in your tired stage nodding my head only physical attraction embodied this erotic senselessness it clogged my throat up   you look, me in the eye no words escape your Latino mouth a faint smile spreads across your full lips I realize now i feel nothing. so take your over sexualized face lose it in a maze as your mind is tazed conquered by your sensuality Emotion embodies me i am falling for your close friend my mind tuned to his very flutter of emotion watching my

                       A symbolic dove,                       Gliding through the air,                     Represents life,                     In an ever changing form,                    As it moves forth,                    To leave behind,                    Its morbid past,                    In its wake,                    Does not leave its demise,                    As it spreads its wing,                    The future seems wide and serene.

the fixed human apparatus                                dead on and straightly posed                                know one seeks to undo the massacred dividend                               that frightens the soul                               to destroy the breathing point                               fixated to your last breath                               in the end who will fix the dividends?                               dieing will seem like something else                               nothing more than a dream                               that drowns your mind and soul                               your last b

They died, then came back, living as other souls, reliving every detail, excepting human existence again, even though it remains old, Morsels of sweet life, that some would love to gain, are despised by these people, because they have awaits so long, to not come back at all, theirs souls are rocked shut, waiting to die permanent, finally the day of dieing comes, their eyes see the light, shining ever so bright, that sucks then in, ending all of there existences., for all eternal life.

alone she stands with no matter of mind alone with her senses is where she belongs consciously aware of all surroundings yet set fixed away from all her inner soil filled with turmoil awaiting the last hour her mind doomed with threatening thoughts until the light fades her body lying stone cold on the floor she holds a knife in her dead, clammy hand a life that wanted more Now swaying in the breeze as an epitaph of sorts eternally in her dark world

love is not a burden it is symbolically a plague that runs through your veins silent but yet grave as it seeps through you your brain coincides to reveal the truth of where your heart lies love can be addicting it may leave wounds the cycle will go on and on until it dies or fades if it is strong love will go on silent but yet bright through the darkest days passing through the light it will leave behind timid exposure that is beautiful in all eyes