Experience and Lost Thoughts : The Wuhan Chapter

 Set myself on fire  Let the synthetic melt  The acrylic burn  And all this fat sizzle  Set myself on fire  Cause you are a fool Set this voluptuous thigh ablaze You see this fuel  You see it get lit I will use your shirt too And the underwear I bought you Burn all this down  Cause you got me feeling unworthy  Unworthy I roll it over  No No, me, unworthy? That doesn't sound right  Look at these lips  They set you on fire  Burning and shaking  Or is it quivering  To the pleasure of my pulses  Set you on fire  Burn you Cause you a fool  I am worthy I March  I am worthy  Set you on fire  Let the flames lap up your memory  Cause mentally charred dead  I will be at peace  And above it all Beyond the sin

If only I had more to say and less to feel. If only this wasn't something hard to get over if only it wasn't sad and painful If only it was the easiest thing to do, to pick up and continue if only in losing, we could forget but we don't. We long more  For more long conversations,  Honest debates about trap music  The new world order,  We miss more,  We wish for more,  more time,  more smiles,  a lasting essence,  a link, a knowing,  and not this helplessness.  If only one last talk would do If only that is all we needed.  I will miss you, Owen, as you fly with the angels, don't forget to look back and smile, don't forget to check on me Rest in Eternal peace Owen 

A shallow mind and a deep heart can not co-exist  He rides off lip service  She toils in dreams of some sort of future Serpent long and vile  He coils her in  Licks her weak  In disregard of her  He believes his lust for her is enough                                           

I wasn't raised in a land of horses, No, where I am from  They did not have the lush for it, Where I am from  They did not have the stables  Not shoes  I did not grow up looking at mare's  Nor their fawns, not stud's  No, where I'm from They do not  Where I am from  That is a dream  A dream watched on my master's television  As my father cooked his food  Big eyes and thrilled  Weary of the car horn  And accents I hoped to have  Hoped that the private school he paid for  Would give, hope I didn't grow up in a land of plenty  No, where I am from  They didn't have savannah's nor waterfalls  We did not have hundreds of cattle  Nor did we mine for diamonds  My father, for all he's worth Sold me ideas and objectivity  As he fawned at the delicious injustice  His salary, he fawned  The white man he would say  They know where it's at Shining the glistening Peugeot  A superclass vehicle made from far off revolutions  I did not understand  No, where I am f

When you swim in a sea of nervous systems, a polarity of personalities, unbalanced decisions, emotional throes, and hidden motives. When they tell you left is right to console your foe, they call a friend and it's no different.  In distrust we trust, yet so covetous to that which is a trifle, funny how labels change things. When light switches flip, just as they do, a questioned psyche, so lost in their act that you can not believe in your own. Own?!  Yes, you are your own!  Deflections made by others reflections, mirror what is not in you, their flaws are not yours.....  Thank God for God.  In You we trust!

When you love a fool Summer finds you sleeping in winter So tied up in slumber  The universe swiftly shifts The ropes break  And the heat burns  Down into your limbs Rubbery you become  Glued to the bed by  Trails of salty yelps Quietly missing the fool As he prances around  Multicolored as a strobe light  Thrusting before yours eyes His eyes jiggle and his tongue rolls  Another behind he throbs While the foolish lie Deluded by whispers On lines no one can witness When you love a fool You turn to ash As he rises 

I demand, Not ask, I seek, Yet, denied all that I find. I am not small, Neither fragile nor coy, I am in the front line, Feral protecting mine, I demand, Not ask, Only because I am mistaken, For lack of a better term… Varied genes lost in translation? Is it nurture vs. nature? That I blame your mother, The villain you have become, The father of diverse seeds planted, Embedded with psychosocial issues, Only you could control, I demand, yet, for them, I have to ask; To make peace between us I demand you stay in my bed; Stop wandering aimlessly in others, In other people’s homes, You chase the thrill of getting caught, Or is it drinking from the fountain of youth you seek? A whisper said, ‘to rejuvenate your waning ‘love’     Your mind evokes pointed breasts, As mine wave at my oblong valley below, You stray, Looking, No, I demand and not ask, That you do by me what you vowed, I expect no less. I demand and not ask, As my mother drags us through, Ano

You and I have something good, it's something that I hold on to, something that I can count on and rely upon, it's something that has value.  I have no flowery words to make you think of spring nor the flare to sit with goddesses. Nor as a wanderer do I want you to follow, nor change your course.  I do, I do want to watch you rise, magnify your every leap, catch the sunshine on your face and maybe one day I could make you smile, one day I would not have to wait.  Mostly, I wonder, if your past is so overwhelming that the present is on the sidelines waiting to be noticed? I wonder if you will ever be as happy with me as I am with you?  Yet, there are so many shoulders, so many chapters that you look over. So many things that are loosely knotted that in essence this latch, I have, will always be on hold.

Sitting in a hotel lobby She reads to rid the frustration Of lust unconquered Lust unappreciated  Quiet and cold  She pretends she is not there Eyes slowly peeling the page Words blurred and swirled  She concentrates harder  A couple stirs her way Agitated she looks up in a huff  Imagining where else she would rather be She doesn't deserve this shit Tick tick the old clock goes Colder the emotions get No end in sight Her eyes wander across the languid room  Ornament filled with decadence  Lost in an era of want How could this have been a great idea?