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folded desire
font rich
pelted in rains
skin touched
sky blessed
glitter in the walk
freed from the symetry of the box
the velvet wander
the delicate
ponder
chrome chain duress
the soft nadir of her neck
curved and supplicant
pure and waiting
As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"
As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"
I don’t understand decoration
When I ride a wave I ride for the tube,
Not three sixties
When I ski, I ski fast,
Through powder, bumps, trees or avalanche
If I designed a building it would be a cube,
Or hexagonal for maximum density
Is there a paradox here?
Not to me.
fabrique
a colour lays low
an hour swift
runs of desire
escalate
I am Pre-Raphaelite
I am enigma
I am hair aflame
I am alabaster of skin
I am mistress
I am muse
I am Bohemian
I am personification of lust
I am sexually released
I am unforgetable
I AM ARTIST
my sojourn of life is unique
you know I help many
along with me in tow
so many here have given me
love you know
so that's why I continue to go
from here to there
in the way I want to
life's sojourn
all follow me
some don't too
then for them I have only a word to say
let's on behalf of your souls pray
that you see some light some day
smooth silk the glitter balm
the flat mirror vision
smooth sticky gloss
svelte walk
plumped talk
neither black nor white
nature's red-headed step child
fight for Gray Rights now!
I’m not at all sure if the blue of the smoke
is a trick of my eye or what causes you choke.
Is the plume ringing upward as sad as I am?
This faggot knows nothing, not even it burns,
but you’re full aware it’s your life that it spurns.
It’s your flaming ember you’ve chosen to damn.
One day this fool habit will take all of you
and leave me here thinking that I made it blue.
All meaningless fault I shall lay at my feet.