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Intrinsic Intrigue
Squandered scriptures of fantasy pictures,Reasons enslaved, I’m bathed in confused muses of the same man, Disguised as facets catching light in charisma shaped bite sized prizes, I take a step back as the charm starts to mingle with mask swapping shopping, Charged energy, bills the recipient in ego swathing stories of potential yet essential fixed…
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The Domino Effect
Distained Domino’s dropping at rapid rates,Circular motion’s, dots blurring, interface, In withdrawals from acting out out, I used to get about but now it’s a sedimentary affair, In obsessive Rumination over a trauma bond, fond of fancying men who depict my Dad in his self-sacrificing sorrows of tomorrow’s, Mocha Mischa hails the Master of Music…
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Seagull Secrets
Seagull salutations as Wednesday becomes my vacation into the early morning viewing over yawning phrases such as “you gotta be kidding me, I have a full day of course catch up infront of thee”, Maybe ‘the dark end of the street’ reference at the end of Avoidance was a key sign to chill the fuck…
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Male Mates Required
Tranversive Text through a FedEx File of Fury,Curator of a Dater without Whirlwind Romance leaves me with Ants in my Pants, A Sea Shanty of sorts resorts to Knickerboxer Gloria…..as Van Morrison’s 60’s classic plays in the background, an image conjured of back seat petting needs vetting as I surround sounds the not so subtle…
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Bants
Whimsical is the pinnacle of my lyrical banter, Whispering into my psyche like some kind of mantra, Words weeping in the comfort of Willow Trees, They ease my narrative and become my curative, Now is the space where healing can take place, After a tough couple of days, I beat the craving and enter into…
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The Lippy Hippy
My Strap On Serendipity plays homage to my part-time Hippy, A notion which is growing in inches, pinches a little to make room for the Divine Feminim, A cacophony of happy accidents, pent up energy creating synergy, a linear approach guided by her Coach of her understanding, stranded on an Island of self-will, her need…
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Debra C and Mischa D’s Poetry Slam
Even if a bee leaves a rose unseen, I never saw one of the roses on the bush turn green. A cocktail of red, pink and yellow, The English flower belongs to its fellows, No envy can arise when the shared bare root is known A bouquet of fellowship – out of a common pain…
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