Average Self

An average Self am I.

Contemplation meaning no more to the world than the next thought.

The next thought is taken from us by a wonder lust creeping up in the form of opportunity.

The opportunity to hustle bustle. Sell your ass and get yours…

I back peddle. I remain distant in my heart from unresolve.

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Ocean of Me

Can I be loved for my crazy?
My past me
fight to the death yet
love deeper than the rest,
me?
Can I love you in your christening of a glint of gleam,
so tired of this clean, judgemental tone for me?
#anoceanofme

Do You?

Do you think of her anymore?
Do you leave sweet messages of encouragement and divine devotion? That which for a friend you will drop like pebbles.
Does she bring to mind tingling in your groin?
Or is it wasted on new and the old is just comfortable?
No more change. 
Fantasie is fine…
… But she feels you.
She knows something is not right.
You wear everything in your eyes.
The new tingles you and she was not the ribbon you expected.
She was twisted in knots that may never come undone.
So, you toy, play with the idea of the unknotted ribbon. The new. She feels it. . . do you?

 

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What to write about tonight?

We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen

But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.

We leave the hating for the keys and hoping the feeling will pass through unseen.

But nothing like such a gift is given to me, given to me, given to you or me.

Time has come to a place I used to care of in seconds quicker.

Now a tired brain figuring out this game no one wins

That’s how it was for me, was for me, that’s how it was for you and me.

Stilettos on thin glass to cut the heart of those already passed, everything is repeated And

And

And

Given into the dollar amount of your sweat, has at least

Already passed.

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

Everything is repeated and given in to the dollar amount of your sweat, at least

At least that’s what was done to me, was done to me, at least that’s what was done to you and me.

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We flip our tongues

like raisers words rise from

                                                                   To feel better

   m a k e  s e n s e .

                                                               Don’t tread on me!

                                                                     No longer.

I

have

bigger shoes

than

                                                                            You.