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It don’t matter how many selfies you take.
What matters is if you can accept your own mirror reflection.
No time to flinch.
No time to hesitate.
Free to stride across abundant valleys conjured by a sweeping imagination.
God, when she weeps!
I collect her tears.
Covertly
Thankful for the martyr,
My patron muse.
Crystallized an abundant array of gifts .
Perhaps it is a silhouette…
Perhaps it is a rainbow’s smile illuminating intrinsic hues…
These words could reveal Science’s stuttering staccato voicing his love for nature.
For all her might
For all her brute
Which one is Beauty?
Which is Art?
What if you believed the sky is indeed blue?
Such a sexy little number
I almost cry out clocking a matching lingerie set
Ready for my in
case suite case
I stash away ready for the moment I hit Downunder.
Laugh at your tears
Say a Huge fuck you to your fears.
This is the week when bash didn’t do it for me
Sniff
Banging
Pocket pat down
hear a jingle
Family matters is more substantial for me.
Write to recover or die trying to live the life of another.
Freedom will come from sucking the teet from how you was mothered.
Be real
authenticate
deliberate who you gonna get rid of
You know them Twockers,
those who instigate?
I dilly dally
Think,
Cut through the same ally?
Second thoughts
Nah, maybe… another time.
No masterpiece is this stream of consciousness
Too oily for an academic poets diet
Borderline poetry
Keep it on the rocks
Top of the evening to those who think creativity is a bit of alright.
