Heart to Know You

It is what it does, a throbbing heart, it ain't what it won't, last apart.. First to catch a beating, a bloody rush, last to be deceiving, persistent nerve gush.. Feelings is just feelings, so says I am, but the red does things that passion can't.. Lust is another, do doth in grams, like a temporary high, those one night stands.. A fling, fvck is that, flirtatious beings uneventful two night jams.. When you swing, hell fvck that means, take those keys and ride off a cliff, tell that shit to 'Stan'.. An open, don't even get me to sit with you there, fall back point blank, I fvckin' swear.. You musical sex partner ho's, don't need to know, can smell a skank from a mile or so.. That 'long-throated mistress waitin' on that milky whisper', aha, wait wait.. Just can't take it anymore, It is what it don't, a ravaged heart, It ain't what it wants, to push restart..

T. 5

Where art, fuck thou, thee in disdain, where do I start, and how, I cannot even begin to explain.. It's the inner confliction, a road less paved war torned addiction.. To the conscience at battle with the man in front of a mirrored rendition.. Pieces mend when reaction has stemmed.. From an old soul, the stitchings are hemmed. Past presently folds, though, scar tissue may mold.. Cope with the fact it consumes the very nature, last hope.. It eats you alive, nightmares eyes wide.. Flashback n forward when it catch you can't ignore it..

Karl Van Dy Heng

Self-Righteous, Trick

Yesterdays tomorrow is today's ambitions, got my foray into psychotherapy babble, ignition.. Headstart in the flame, we all spark interest.. One's I wonder, fuck one eye blunders, one look, she can beat you down with thunder.. Cat's roar, one over arm elbow under.. That's fuck to you, in a language listed as none other.. Way I see it, you're such a fuckin' cunt herd of it.. All groomed to be another blunt bird and a bitch.. Flocks of a feather, get picked, be it whether, or not you got the package of a wet scourge when it slips.. Savaged ass bitches, meat flanked by some fairy tale ragged fuck the riches.. Hell, Mary said hail to her taxi ass trunk, pump some life in it, you get to ride 'til it's dumped.. I get the attraction, self-preserving satisfaction, you minus fun gets the half of the have nones.. That equates to me being if ever I was the last one.. You'd still pick the trigger that needs no gun, shit, you pointin' at yourself, go 'head have fun.. And done.

DozezZz'n

Been up for the last 20 or so, when I grasp for the last in me to flow, it's all for you, sure-shot motivational.. Been down since I came up ages ago, my youth life wraps around my leg like a child never to let go.. It's that frown you don't ever want to grow old.. Beneath a straight faced surface, my body embraces what's deeper than it's purpose.. To hatch and bury, re-snatched in a hurry, the anguish keeps comin' alive, I'm worried.. It'll never go away, like a first loves memory, pain and the game when mixed, death derby.. Who'll get there first, my bet, mid-thirties, no kids, that child you lived has a life still, self-tourney..

Sleepless Spring Scrib'd

Of all the things that makes you weak, it's the absence of another being, speak.. I've got a secret that's more often than not, of the least.. A problem filled with wrought so reek, only written expressions have their fulfillments peaked.. With every breath I take and exhale with the breeze, the thought of a hug can make me quell and freeze.. When no one is listening, don't care just whispering, jabs I can take, it's the lies in they eyes straight glistening.. I can see through the bullshit like many others, wrapped in the same ole fools pit.. Take cover, I don't hide my emotions, rather I take dive into a full grip.. Cuz I don't ever side over nuisance...

T. 2

Maxim's 2nd hottest, but on the front cover. She's a geek goddess, don't need a lova. Turn't up chick, abottabad as 'sama. And her purple swag, got it from her motha. Them dueces up, and dueces down, throwin' peace out to her Asian-esse background. Her other half is just as bad as sound, white noise, she gets around. G's Quarterly, bang 'em up and leave 'em down. Seasons go by the '4th, you silly ho, damn cunt... Nah, just fvckin', don't mean it yo, am blunt... Random as fvcks keeps ya glamour ass shut from ever expressin' what you will, manners that's cut. I can never define ya, nor judge or design love.. Fvck. It. Sick of seeing hearts robbed, body gloved... touched with tha latex, left nutted make-up sludge.