What a day; what a way to amalgamate your honesty.
Make a plea till your free to live a life in drudgery.
Instigate all the pain that you might say will make you strong.
If you repent, stay hell-bent.
The poisons in the air. So Stay aware
The earth aint gonna tell you what is fair
Your mom aint gonna treat you like an heir.
That gutters gonna look you in the eye
Spew trash into your closed up mind
So it begins, i must admit that i am smitten.
Not by her, not even by Him
That divinity, i posit, has its weaknesses, though it truly is
Infinite
In the least bit we should dance and find semblance in all we adorn upon each other and ourselves
Life's a bit tricky with the intimacy it impresses upon us
It dresses so formally, yet forces itself so lewd onto me and you!
What a muse!
Justice is Your Best Bet by JohnMcCartney, literature
Literature
Justice is Your Best Bet
Thoroughly entertained by the entwinement.
Confinement is a place for the oppressed
Also those with ill intent
Do not forget
So is said
In that room
Full of peers
Habeaus Corpus
Malicious Wishes, Where are my fears?
Hateful Scorn, and here we mourn
Our own hearts adorned
Left to this
Morbid Abyss
Mere essences expressed through
Your Art
The less it is I Lie
The less it is I Cry
Out of the oblivious mind
Came a new form of
Getting a fresh start
To personify this love
With something in which love is not
Is a great way to know a lover
Wouldn't you think?
If I Could Invent A Kind of Solitude by JohnMcCartney, literature
Literature
If I Could Invent A Kind of Solitude
My attentions tend to gaze
At things, without a doubt, Imaginary.
In regards to retention it is said repression is a sin.
These doubts bear cleavage so as to
Attract fiendish complacency.
Flowering meadows now only remind me
Of the burning trees that came before
And when I abhor your innocence;
It is wholly because, like any sinister sinner, I cherish your latent
Animosities.
Passion Ignites
She pulls him closer to her
His gentle touch makes her lips quiver
She wants him
He kisses her on the neck
The heat let off by their love fills the room
He wants her
Passion Burns
Her heart is racing now
Pressed against his body, she kisses him wildly
She needs him
He is holding her now
Her smooth skin pressed against his drives him crazy
He needs her
Passion dwindles
She smiles fervently
In his arms, she drifts off into sleep
She loves him
He is watching her sleep
He pushes her golden hair out of her face before kissing her gently
He loves her
They lay together for the rest of the night
Waiting for passion to ignite again.
What a day; what a way to amalgamate your honesty.
Make a plea till your free to live a life in drudgery.
Instigate all the pain that you might say will make you strong.
If you repent, stay hell-bent.
The poisons in the air. So Stay aware
The earth aint gonna tell you what is fair
Your mom aint gonna treat you like an heir.
That gutters gonna look you in the eye
Spew trash into your closed up mind
So it begins, i must admit that i am smitten.
Not by her, not even by Him
That divinity, i posit, has its weaknesses, though it truly is
Infinite
In the least bit we should dance and find semblance in all we adorn upon each other and ourselves
Life's a bit tricky with the intimacy it impresses upon us
It dresses so formally, yet forces itself so lewd onto me and you!
What a muse!
Justice is Your Best Bet by JohnMcCartney, literature
Literature
Justice is Your Best Bet
Thoroughly entertained by the entwinement.
Confinement is a place for the oppressed
Also those with ill intent
Do not forget
So is said
In that room
Full of peers
Habeaus Corpus
Malicious Wishes, Where are my fears?
Hateful Scorn, and here we mourn
Our own hearts adorned
Left to this
Morbid Abyss
Mere essences expressed through
Your Art
The less it is I Lie
The less it is I Cry
Out of the oblivious mind
Came a new form of
Getting a fresh start
To personify this love
With something in which love is not
Is a great way to know a lover
Wouldn't you think?
If I Could Invent A Kind of Solitude by JohnMcCartney, literature
Literature
If I Could Invent A Kind of Solitude
My attentions tend to gaze
At things, without a doubt, Imaginary.
In regards to retention it is said repression is a sin.
These doubts bear cleavage so as to
Attract fiendish complacency.
Flowering meadows now only remind me
Of the burning trees that came before
And when I abhor your innocence;
It is wholly because, like any sinister sinner, I cherish your latent
Animosities.
Passion Ignites
She pulls him closer to her
His gentle touch makes her lips quiver
She wants him
He kisses her on the neck
The heat let off by their love fills the room
He wants her
Passion Burns
Her heart is racing now
Pressed against his body, she kisses him wildly
She needs him
He is holding her now
Her smooth skin pressed against his drives him crazy
He needs her
Passion dwindles
She smiles fervently
In his arms, she drifts off into sleep
She loves him
He is watching her sleep
He pushes her golden hair out of her face before kissing her gently
He loves her
They lay together for the rest of the night
Waiting for passion to ignite again.
If I Could Invent A Kind of Solitude by JohnMcCartney, journal
If I Could Invent A Kind of Solitude
My attentions tend to gaze
At things, without a doubt, Imaginary.
In regards to retention it is said repression is a sin.
These doubts bear cleavage so as to
Attract fiendish complacency.
Away with the thoughts that bother me
Flowering meadows now only remind me
Of the burning trees that came before
And when I abhor your innocence;
It is wholly because, like any sinister sinner, I cherish your latent
Animosities.
Make a future out of thumb tacks in a pissed-up sort of fashion then live it. Down with fascism eggs for breakfast, & so forth. in a city on fire shall we line up nicely to die shall we hand over our belongings shall we renounce our neighbours under the watchful eye of the moon Slather the butter over your toast clink your glasses, say, Funny how time runs out! Tuck those doubts under your hat & remember where you come from. Turn off the lights where is the Revolution, mother why does nobody want to be saved a sore existence & a Hello Kitty band aid to patch up another January good year for conglomerates & men in power. There is no Love or Justice in the imperialist state & if I know nothing else about Jesus I know he fucking hates cops.
Silent. Soft. The touch of her lips
Oh, How she moved her hips.
"Lets fly", she screams; "Where to", I call
"Off on a journey, just don't let me fall."
Emotions flow back and forward through time.
Trying to contain them, only makes them more free.
Thinking of an instance where you called yourself mine.
Falling in love through a simple memory.
But did it exist, our moment of ecstasy?
Maybe, but all you did was indulge with me.
So keep on pushing, let your feet move the floor.
Cause this night will be over, just like each one before.
Energy is useless if you expel and recreate it.
Don't waste it's essence on things that you'll reg
My attentions tend to gaze
At things, without a doubt, Imaginary.
In regards to retention it is said repression is a sin.
These doubts bear cleavage so as to
Attract fiendish complacency.
Away with the thoughts that bother me
Flowering meadows now only remind me
Of the burning trees that came before
And when I abhor your innocence;
It is wholly because, like any sinister sinner, I cherish your latent
Animosities.
Malicious Wishes, Where are my fears?
Hateful Scorn, and here we mourn
Our own hearts adorned
Left to this
Morbid Abyss
Mere essences expressed through
Your Art
The less it is I Lie
The less it is I Cry
Out of the oblivious mind
Came a new form of
Getting a fresh start
To personify this love
With something in which love is not
Is a great way to know a lover
Wouldn't you think?
They're short on sly; disaster on the rise in a colonial nation left unsupervised.
Even you cant deny underpinning that moral in the surprise of events.
Circumstantial repentance from the lashes of a fascist ideal in full bloom.
Yet some scar stays hidden despite the obvious pain.
Some bars sport racism
All hearts feel gender's illusion
To be
Fallacy.
Hypocrisy screams so loudly at the oppressed.
Allusions toward a far away maladay, they say;
Away with the thoughts that bother me.
So as to be concerned;
As to be a bird with the view of the stars
To be a hurdle not yet undertaken in the lives of a people in distress.
This nonphy