Honey bedroom voice, Glowing amber face, Olympian goddess shape, Forbidden red apple lips to taste. Her enchantment I can not escape,

Could it be the way I converse when I write my verse that’s a gift and a curse? Is it my subtext?, or my timing?.

You have to always write, The proof read all night. Digest the information, Apply the application, Invoke invocation

I abuse my muse, Chewed, screwed, battered and bruised. It’s true, her expression confused. no clue

I howl at the moon, The stories are true, I will come for you. Can taste your essence from a mile… Nothing will stand in my way,

Out of no where their there suspen… The Ivory King in his chair from… citadel made from the pure white l… Seeing him descend the alabaster s… The galactic transparent parent no…

I boast when my frame plays host to an alchemical dose of utopian dope. A conclave of smoke, This pius pope raises

She destroyed the world I lived in, forgive her, never. Memories to painful to forget, To painful to remember.

In spite of all the parasites and… I’m nice Read my library twice then built a… Look at what he’s doing and how he… The inhuman mutant Rasputin has m…

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All he wanted was his pensive to be intensive and extensive, The empirical evidence… my sentences show no apprenticeshi… membership in these type of hollow…

You could not mimic  how I write it or spit it.  Yet I’m my own worst critic.  With supervision started on a  mission to master my lyrical