SNP LDW '09

Lucidly Elusive

Involuntarily haunted from you, you, and you. I found out the hard way, it just won't fade, no way. Dreams are nothin' but fictional plays engaged. It's like one day of a rave, everything's blurred and the focus is the feeling that escapades the nay. No matter what I do in the toss of turns, my body's burnin' up, yet it's subtle, dark, and I'm stuck. It's safe to say it was a one of many good ones, to each his own, every story has it's place, and every place that forms the story is out of a taste. Be it the subject of the matter, I think it's about time you and I should shatter. The curse is in the mirror itself, take one look and see the reason I've felt. One way or another, you keep comin' back and I'm duckin' for cover, I lie. It's good in an uncomfortable way of setting by wonder.

612L

Body is pressed against a silky finesse, she can be so raw, I call her no-no best. Cuz I don't know any better than to fucks with a miss stress. Her emotions are fully dressed, tucked behind a style that's more than a bit obsessed. Part of her wants that, a piece of her does this, first thoughts are often better than seeing it through the guess. The proportion of her mass is beyond what any other would ask,she keeps it real sweet like I'm a sucka for that. But for real though, her ass is like real dough, one smack and it will heal slow. The insatiable face she glow is the taste that I have and it won't let go. To appease her appetite, it's bite size bark, the proof is in the many works of art...

Musical Sex Partner Chair

Modern day relations, like musical sex partner chair, ones who hatin' and ones who equip that flair until it manifests itself look at who, it's you who stare. One up the next hun, she lovin' the sex and... done. The time it lapses and collapses before you know it the gaps fit. No orderly fashion, disorderly facts win, over and over, the cycle is waxed in. Keep it proper, every turn is a learning curve, every nerve is a burning verb. You know desire is much like a rush of adrenaline herb, your body is enough to make it gaudy and such, my bad, the other half is naughty by touch. I nod you a blush, mind you, we speak of a blind crush. At last, am I not in a rush, slower than a fatty devouring his patty when it comes to another lust... And gladly, I'm steady at ease,and ready when it comes down to the please... Be aware, I'm not one to, stop, look, and stare. I know these ruckus is part of the glare, picture palette, when painted I see another foul hit, but this smile never quits. Blank blank blank.

Standby on the Wire

Inmate askin' for a package I can't deliver, If it was up to me, quarter queue message is glittered. 500 cap'd shimmerin', go figure. Shakedown shackles, whisper new castle to fiddle. You lucked out, even peers are riddled. My bad, I'm youngin' to ya mid dubsters. Take my word, buck, dealin' with a young crooked cut. Paste my share even then, burnt green in the air. Is not blood thicker than fair, the fuckin' lawn mowin' threw off the snare. Eyes bleeding, can't take the request without a stance minus glares. Believe you me, I'd gift wrap your necessities and hand ship it bare. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'd think twice, nikka, I do fucking care. Gimme a time capsule, truth trumps thought what lies beneath your hurrrrrr. Pause, nikka, just pause for a moment....BRB. Likewise on the rebound, I expect the same, nothin' less on the me grounds (AKA: my boundries). Post Op... See you soon, deal with ya there. Peace outro ESCObarred your ass up, play the hole, I'll pray for your soul. Either that, or the streets finna eat you whole.

Substance

Nefarious narcotics in various way, shape or form. Hysteria runs rampant away from the norm. Ecstatic and ruptured, the vessels are torn. Bleeding in vain like a lost one when mourned. Relieving the vein as the shot creeps up and drain… all the pain, alleviating migraines. The pills and sacks, the thrills ripple in stacks. Pipes and lines will kill your lower spine. Posthypnotically speaking, the aftermath is fine. The cost of a better day is the loss of past ways and time. Reduce the neg and produce the positive kind. Your outcome weighs heavily on the current state of mind. Truce can stray like any other day, but truth be made when tolls are fully paid.

Surely, But No

Test test hey hey. Check 1 okay. *Expletive*in’ trying somethin’ different. Roses are red, violets are *Expletive*ing royal, you shall not dread, in the heat of the boil. My extra thread is pre packed in foil. Half baked head, combustion… Now spoiled. Synecdoche approach me, tee hee.

The Red Whisper

Rose red reborns with every shed, the buds breathe volumes in every head. The trail of petals lead notes re-read, for the the giver is appreciative in what she's said. Like a stroll in the park or a walk in the sands, the refreshing take is at your hands. In the palm of passion, the beauty of love, so calm and relaxin', a duty worth of. Sub Rosa like no other, club soda, sprites, and shrubs. The blistering thorns are spikes we chugg. Bitter and sweet, a mound of hugs. A pearly retreat or lackthereof. Smooth and sultry, they clack when tugged. Compiling heat in the violently rub, the friction of peace is pummeled by grudge. At ease, at last with the morning grass he dug... A rosebush re-planted to pass more love.

The Kite

A kite flies high with the wind, if there wasn't, down she goes. You hold on from one end, and the movement is unknown. She weaves indefinetly, and you follow as she flows. It's like watching a piece of art, aimlessly searching for a soul. At the height of it's purpose, the handler's one to probe. The attachment rate, set her free, or bring her home. The kite flies high with the wind, in which he swoops, sin, and win. For you cannot see him, temptation is the space between you, airily thin. The higher the kite, the more breeze slips through, watch her as she goes. The reeling rope unwinds upon time, is it new, how far will you go. If it's battered then it matters, cause she's the same, feelings unscathed by the blow. The kite flies high with the wind, if there wasn't, you should know.

Sunrises at Dawn

Reflections bounce off the mirror as one does off the pond, the attention one considers is often called a bond. As one we see the notions, inseperable even after dawn. The sun is always setting, even at dusk, opposite lawns. One eighty degrees left, at night, sunrise to the right. Still in sight her face catches the yellow light, inceptions of a yawn. The warmth of eyes, combined with features undisguised, is the culminating preference of any that shall hide. Only to open up in front of you, the joint effort clashes tide. Rise and fall, instinctual withdraw, does not tell how you feel at all. In hindsight, the cliff is not so tall, for those who've felt before, corrections breaks the fall. The need to be loved, is only love itself, as it is blind, the heart will simply melt. Captivations are clearly what holds the self, in it's best interest, reflects the inner health.