Young bosom sipper whining as my hunger sits in, my madre seen it all in my evolution.
Now I'm older now
Chasing down seductive smiles & long legs of chaos
These land mermaids got me trapped...
Blowing my horn such a Coltrane (coal train) but a diamond on track
Happy I thought about the then not the now....
So As I lay these sLIPpers on her feet I feel the kiss of her sole.
I feel the rest of the unknown.
Wondering if spACE was the distance of scattered cards I love the mystery.
Benevolent in the skin of pottery,
hands dirty but I have a palm full of pigment for an unfinished canvas. Thou shall not waste color.
Mother Nature cries for my thirst
I think I told you this once before over a glass of wine or maybe a cup of vacancy.
Feels like I lost my mind trying to inspire you to use yours.
In the belly of the bEAST I travel north maybe then I would reach the heart.
Never the tongue cause death lays there, not worth the risk.
Trying to see what's worth sacrifice
In the land of conscious sheep counters
& sinful survivors.
Taking an Infants path
Watch me catch my balance amongst a pulse, life is a step full of stumbles.
"Smirks"
Living a melodic-less interlude.
Boys looking at women like a mere sensation.
Licking lips like residue of flava. She felt like lube but was as empty as an echo, watching wasted substance travel with her mindless body.....
Who watered this bouquet ?
Treated like a leaf that's out of season but does it matter if the bloom is still fresh?
The change amongst time seems to trendy, leaving us knees deep in the mud.
Who said that blood was thicker?
Just think if you could just blink yourself away caught in the mix of vision.
I pray that you understand my broken English with a fixed mind.
dead inside so your flesh begins to grieve guess its okay to make way with sin if everyone agrees.
