The Curves of Life
What is the definition of been through hurt?
What is a voice that hasn’t tasted dirt?
What are these systems that perpetuate curse?
Who would you say has been there first?
Who would you choose to ride when it's time to do what it do?
Who? Is it an owl or a whoopty do?
Should I speak jazz, scoppty de boop?
Who is as clueless as you?
I’m taking the time to unwind my mind
Color and shapes escaping the bind
Who am I am, where am I going
Color me blind
Repeating measurements of rhyme.
Meters and beaters and cheaters
Disapproving glances of non believers
This is the hot seat but I’m ducking the heaters
Sweetness honeysuckle dripped voice
Seduction wrapped in limited choice.
Is it noise or the heat of my loins
I need water or a cold shower
She drains me by the hour
A classy succubus getting high off lines of power
The room is silent filled by percussion of groans
Moan and tones, do not disturbed my phone
Raging then incapacitated by endorphin hormones.
Sex to hide the pain of what played out with the ex.
Exchange numbers then ghost the experience away
Sway another and leave out the comparisons
I know I’m wrong but it's a delightful sin.
Tortuous waiting, flipping the screen to CNN
Continuous playing of atrocities daily
Well here we go again.
Roll and smoke again, awaiting Miss. Lady
Lay back and get faded
Address she must of misplaced it
Now alone and contemplating what's waiting.
Knock Knock
Who's there
You scared
Nah its just Boo bear
Lack of underwear gave lack to cares of the world
Rumbling and tussling and fumbling moans
Heavy breathing and lustful sheeting
These are the reason I’m taking beatings from demons
Summer’s eve caught in the winds of the season
Whiskey and agreements, ashes and treason
Dive between her thigh searching for meaning
Sequence of heathens still lusting for freedom
Huh? Thought I was Mr. Perfect
Still stuck on the surface
In the valley climbing for purpose
Old wounds repurposed
Check my phone - no service
Chuck it away - worthless
Notifications dance - circus
Pull her back to my arms - wordless
Numb the pain again while we await the verdict.
Post nut clarity is a charity to me
My mind free
I can think
I can breathe
She runs water in the sink then winks to me
Sultry -, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 3”
Space time - I watch as she draws on her eyelines
Study her waistline - Mad body and a great mind
By design baselines widen faith signs
Take time - I’ll keep this picture
It’s just another loop - she don’t know the difference
Skylines frame out her guidelines
She walks out - the memory ages like fine wine
Except this time. . . I wonder
“What does she really think of me”
