All of Our Affinities

© May 30, 2020. All rights Reserved.

Dare not I will beg for a preplanned love, but my everlasting love.

Much to my greatest bliss, you give me the feeling of form without touch.

I will time travel to die of natural causes to live above,

Learning to withhold my forebears calamity if it takes that much.

When I thought of eternity, I thought of you in reality.

Likewise, I will speak forbidden languages with vessels and sea shells.

We will carve our fortress with our initials, for you are my lady.

May you arrive as bombshells where I can swoon and awake to death knells?

I have seen a 1,000 slow deaths; share my hollow breaths with CPR

From dusk till dawn, for you will usher the sunlight into my yearned lips.

The wages of heartache are like origami heartbeats torn bizarre.

Blow kiss me like a candelabra during a natural eclipse.

Know that I could sing you your childhood like I have known you your whole life.

From airplanes in May to bicycles in April, I give serenades,

Biting my tongue till I am tongue-tied of the thought of you as my wife.

Would you prefer castles with organic seeds to be in large parades?

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

Though I am clothed, I want to sleep with your conscious endlessly,

Kissing you during drive-in movies like a million dollars later,

Spoiling you just like how your name gives me orgasms and a VIP,

And supporting you from mountains which surpasses an aviator.

Whether it is silver or plastic spoons, gourmet suppers on roadways,

After we caper in the rain, we horseback ride without translators,

Consuming jabuticabas and ambrosia near with bouquets.

Love, I can spoon-feed you my love while there are interrogators.

May I sleepwalk into a train of thought, for reveries are unreal.

They will fathom why I massage your back till I feel feathers on mine.

Ambling down beaches with nonpareils till we reach a Ferris wheel

Will be like romance novels, so our kiss will not be because of wine.

Alleviate all of the butterflies in my stomach with a smile.

Soul-kiss me at my North, South, East, and West on the cabanas.

While I will give you skydiving tears as you blush from my lifestyle.

On canopy beds, we can watch the constellations and the faunas.

It’d be lovely to love a lover.

To love the world is to love another.

I want a love beyond every color.

Maybe that’s why we can’t love each other.

It’d be lovely to love a lover.

To love the world is to love another.

I want a love beyond every color.

Maybe that’s why we can’t love each other.

My love, I will be married with your birthmarks, illnesses, and secrets.

I will swim in cascading floods to heal your wounds, beyond desire

While megalodons masquerade as homeless mermaids, but are soubrettes.

For liberty, I will sacrifice myself, so the world can cease fire.

How I will rebuke if levirate marriages are permissible,

For our love is more mightier than our bloodlines and the Earths dowry.

We are married without marriage, so catapult me to my angel.

Above, I will convey your mind, body, and soul with maturity.

I will overwork in shackles, so will love remain in poverty?

Will you see pass the veil of convincing rumors like they are folklores,

For I will be your aspiring chauffeur fixing you morning coffee.

For you, my kingdom will be your queendom, but I will still hold the doors.

If you look my direction, I may hide in an Oleander Bush

While sniffing the aroma of your rich perfume as the antidote.

Oh, of saccharine wonders, I will cease resisting your reserved tush,

For my eyes follow like I am an invisible treasury note.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

All of the nights that are tomorrow.

Am I deficient in vitamin you or held hostage by your heart?

We can canoodle in saunas till it is the right temperature

Where we will dine al fresco in butterfly gardens with a go-kart.

What if we stay inside and talk till we whisper and all turns a blur?

Dreams of hugging you tight on speedboats while you are sitting on my lap,

Gazing in my eyes as sweet as date sugar while the boat swerves to fun,

And finding pots of gold under rainbows where there is a booby trap

Will be the greatest day in the painted world that can still be outdone.

I can tell you my jokes while we make snow angels during the sunset.

If we are a part, I will write you love letters after our phone calls.

I will text you till it is breakfast, so you know I did not forget.

We will have endless sympathy and disagreements like shopping malls.

Your birthday is my priority and I will notice your hairstyle.

I will adapt to your imperfections and give you my arteries,

Complimenting you after I have deadweight if it takes you to smile.

Frequently, I will treasure your particles just for my memories.

It’d be lovely to love a lover.

To love the world is to love another.

I want a love beyond every color.

Maybe that’s why we can’t love each other.

It’d be lovely to love a lover.

To love the world is to love another.

I want a love beyond every color.

Maybe that’s why we can’t love each other.

Nobody’s Guess

© May 30, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Born feet first with

My premature ejaculations,

I’ve been ridiculed till

I’ve slept on the snooze button.

Like the years bloopers to

Athlete’s foot and life’s home runs.

I’ve tried to drown myself

In the fetal position.

I’m whatever that gets you to leave,

So I can cheat.

Your mother bends down to play beatbox

While sucking webbed feet

Your mother’s booty can reach the

Front and back car seat

With her legs so weak like tender

Pounded to dark meat.

I’ll never let a woman

Pawn my heart like deadweight

On the black market, but

I remain on section eight.

Am I asleep when the

World tries to resuscitate

Like cross-country

Sleepwalkers trying to hesitate?

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

Regurgitate your belly fat

So prayer can lift you.

Now, I’m a hot billionaire

With the poorest nephew.

I wouldn’t accept;

Wipe charity with my tissue.

I’m the strangest changed man

And I don’t see an issue.

I think shy people are

Claustrophobic daydreamers

With color-coded,

Inexpensive cars as losers.

I’d buy you a house, so

You’d think I have the answers.

My mom gave birth to

Missing children and amateurs.

I love pleasuring myself;

That goes without saying.

I give money to

Sex trafficking leaders, staring.

I’m just your average, worshipped

Billionaire plaything.

I’d buy your body because we’re

Equally boring.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

I want security, so

You can waste your paper.

I can’t oversleep, for

I’m a currency chaser.

Currently, I’m a sex symbol and

That’s my nature

And I can make the world

Wealthy with my signature.

You’re living an illusion

Masturbating to me.

You’re living for fame,

Hating to be a wannabe.

I’ll give you backstage passes, so

That you can envy

And I’ll sell out my own

Race just for the scenery.

Dear luxury, will my

Paparazzi try to steal?

May I overdose on karma,

So people still kneel?

I’d have sex with the elites,

Eat babies, and kill.

I’d sell my soul, so

You’d rethink I keep it real.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

If I sacrifice my mom,

Will I win an award?

Maybe a million dollars

Can make me not feel bored

With limitless women on my

Umbilical cord.

I’ll be on the billboards while you

Try to pay your landlord.

I do bad rituals, so

Show me your spitball scars.

If I kiss your booboo, you’ll

Know that you’ve touched the stars,

So be a nonsmoking

Politician and buy Mars.

Listen to lies so that you’re

Addicted to cars.

I’ll teach you how to

Sexualize women in their place

And I’ll be a feminist and

Pretend to have grace.

Make “F” turns on red lights before

It’s on your face.

It’s my right to influence your

Children just in case.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

Guess who I am. I am. I am.

Artsy Collection

© May 30, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Love’s Periple

Size: 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 5/25/2020

How to play:

Roll the die to see how many spaces you move your pawn.

If the die lands on a 1, you answer 1 positive thing your opponent asks.

If the die lands on a 2, you answer 2 positive things your opponent asks.

If the die lands on a 3, you answer three positive things your opponent asks.

If the die lands on a 4, you answer 4 negative things your opponent asks.

If the die lands on a 5, you answer 5 negative things your opponent asks.

If the die lands on a 6, you answer 6 negative things your opponent asks.

If you refuse to say a positive thing about your opponent, you lose 50 points.

If you refuse to say a negative thing about your opponent, you lose 25 points.

The person to gain the most points wins. Land on different blocks to gain or lose points.

Positive points:

Wedding ring: 50 points

You got a promotion 20 points

You’re wealthy: 45 points

New car: 15 points

New house: 20 points

Baby: 30 points

Remember partner’s anniversary/

birthday: 45 points

Save your partner’s life: 45 points

Got your dream job: 40 points

Lifetime achievement: 25 points

Vacation: 30 points

Trip to the movies: 40 points

5 star restaurant: 35 points

Learn a new language: 20 points

Negative points:

Lost wedding ring: -50 points

Your partner cheated on you: -20 points

You’re in the hospital: -45 points

Car breaks down: -15 points

Parent’s house on fire: -20 points

Rejection: -30 points

Forget partner’s anniversary/

birthday: -45 points

Someone you love dies: -45 points

Struggle to pay the bills: -45 points

Got fired: -25 points

Child support: -30 points

Got arrested: -40 points

Drugs: -35 points

Jealous ex: -20 points

 

Title: A Vile Sourire

Size: 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 4/3/2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Title: Beau idéal of Her

Size 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 2/19/2020

 

 

 

Title: Conurbation of Adoration

Size: 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 2/12/2020

 

Title: Popsy Jouissance

Size: 16″ X 20″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas/ glitter on canvas

Date: 1/27/2020

 

Back: Abstract art on back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Title: Matrimony of Life

Size: 16″ X 20″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 8/ 5/2019

Back: abstract art on back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Title: Penelope Wanted

Size: 10-1/4″ H X 11-1/2″ W X 1-1/4″ D

Medium: Acrylic on heart-shaped wooden plank/ has resplendent red glitter underneath acrylic paint and a zipper attached on the right side.

Date: 2/14/2019

 

 

 

Right side of heart-shaped wood plank with zipper decoration

Title: Cari Gentlewoman

Size: 16″ X 20″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 1/16/2019

 

 

 

Title: Fille De Joie

Size: 16″ X 20″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 11/15/2018

 

 

Title: Chord War Pool

Size: 16″ X 20″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 10/10/2018

 

 

 

 

 

Title: Before the Morningless

Size: 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 10/31/2017

 

 

Back: Abstract art on back

Title: A Lone Pulchritude

Size: 11″ X 14″

Medium: Acrylic on canvas

Date: 10/26/2017

Back: Acrylic on back

An Oppy Belief

© May 30, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

What a belief…

What a belief…

What a belief…

What a relief…

What a wonder in a world of beliefs

Where disbeliefs are still beliefs for us.

Our personality shows are motifs

And the love we want is superfluous.

United, we trust no freedom of speech.

United, we trust no freedom in reach.

No reasons to preach the truth to masses,

For the world obeys snakes in grasses.

I can hear their smiles and feel their envy.

I’d beg not to live to say, “Only if

I can taste the morningless of glory.”

I can see the norm, but my neck’s still stiff.

They’re slaying our offspring for Earth’s seasons

And promised offings for selfish reasons.

If I refuse to be a sacrifice,

They’ll sacrifice me before I think twice.

People will try you without knowing you,

So are they human or intelligent?

What a story…

What a story…

What a story…

What a glory…

Picture yourself in these scenarios.

Would you get help or commit suicide?

Would you get a friend or look for heroes?

Would you slay villains while they try to hide,

Sharing their false indigo while you’re hurt

When you’re dead, your face isn’t on a shirt.

You’re mocked with rumors at your lowest point.

Some people point as if you smoke a joint.

Because I’m a freethinker, you hate me.

I’m labeled a conspiracy theorist,

Shunned by the nations and my family,

Trolled by occultists while they blacklist,

And strangers participate for chump change,

Unknowing of what they’re fighting for—strange.

Any job where you bully one is bad.

I don’t care if it’s prison in Baghdad.

What a rebel…

What a rebel…

What a rebel…

What a devil…

While you memorized school textbooks that lied,

The local library was gladly ignored,

So you’ll chase women and play games worldwide.

We are in boxes; some are in cardboard.

Henry Ford didn’t invent vehicles.

The Earth isn’t round, but has miracles.

Christopher Columbus is a liar.

He should’ve been deceased in a Greek fire.

Columbus was a killer and rapist.

Just like others, he wanted colored people.

He wasn’t purebred, but was a racist

With sex and gold, but no one was equal.

He stole from the Indians on their land

And everything you were taught was preplanned.

The slave owners would rape slaves in public.

Years later, there’s politics for the sick.

People will try you without knowing you,

So are they human or intelligent?

What a favor…

What a favor…

What a favor…

What a trader…

Hitler hated Jews, but dated a Jew.

Thomas Jefferson liked to rape his slaves

Till he rethought he saw animal glue.

There’s missing children being raped in caves

And forced to model for the FBI.

If you’re a whistleblower, then you die.

How can you like swag, but hate swagger sticks?

Police brutality laughs at skeptics.

If you can get a light bulb in your head,

You’d know Thomas Edison didn’t care.

George Washington told lies, but now, he’s dead.

Innocence can get the electric chair.

J.F.K. struggled to expose the truth.

They want a time machine to kill the youth.

They want ethnic cleansing and eugenics,

But these rich people are cunning peaceniks.

What a human…

What a human…

What a human…

What a lifespan…

You can get framed for the smallest of things.

J-walking and littering on the ground

To be in prison with killers and slings.

When there’s a cop, you’ll hear a bullet sound

And it’s the culture to get victimized.

If you talk about the truth, they’re surprised.

The 5 second rule don’t apply with food.

Doctors don’t really care about your mood.

Organic foods aren’t in hospitals.

Doctors will poison you for the money.

Churches are full of sin mocking Bibles.

Therapists believe your pain’s funny.

Milk in cereal commercials is just glue.

Humans didn’t come from apes or turn to

Christians, were not of the founding fathers.

For the wealth and fame, your partner bothers.

People will try you without knowing you,

So are they human or intelligent?

What a liar…

What a liar…

What a liar…

What a fire…

Holidays are Pagan and life is short.

5G is giving everyone cancer.

Chemtrails is causing more trouble than court.

Inmates treat others like they’re the master.

Genetically modified foods harm.

They don’t want you growing fruits; what a farm.

Your tax money goes to killing the good.

Nobody cares about your adulthood.

The Illuminati wants to kill you.

They control how the celebrities act.

With ritual influence, you’re see-through

Like the Bilderberg and Freemasons, too!

They’re all around the world with many names.

The real good aren’t in the hall of fames.

They’re trying to survive and provide

While the evil smiles if you’re terrified.

What a feeling…

What a feeling…

What a feeling…

What a healing…

There’s crisis actors and fake faith healers.

Preachers are molesting little children.

Elites put drugs in the hood for drug dealers.

Murderers are seen as businessmen.

Hard workers don’t get the jobs; there’s no hug.

Minimum wage doesn’t mean you’re a slug.

White people serve less time than black people.

After sunrises, still, we aren’t equal.

The government tells you what to adore

To controlling weddings when you have heart,

To talk shows and self-help books you look for.

When no one loves you, you want to depart.

Massage therapists will give you sex.

Hotel maids will have sex with your next ex.

People date your blood; people hate your guts.

They don’t care about the ifs, ands, or buts.

People will try you without knowing you,

So are they human or intelligent?

What a breather…

What a breather…

What a breather…

What a needer…

For me saying too much, here’s what they do.

My phone calls are tapped against my free will.

I just said the world’s corrupt; it’s not new.

They’ll hire many groups that may want to kill

Like the bad criminals out of prisons

In exchange for drugs and a bad decision.

They’ll harass for my incarceration

Or to say I’m mental with a weapon.

All races are okay with your downfall.

Ones you’ve known for ages can’t be trusted.

They’ll follow you like a personal brawl

To flee the scene as if they’re disgusted,

But they start trouble with who’s on the list

Of the government, just so you’ll get pissed.

There’s the shunning to humiliation

And there’s the name calling to rejection.

What a liver…

What a liver…

What a liver…

What a giver…

They implant microchips in your babies.

They burn the corpses from burial grounds.

They’ll rape your family tree on debris,

While you’re moaning with Helen Keller sounds.

They can care less about your sex or age.

They’ll get friends you like to get in your cage

Like an age gap with domestic abuse.

They’ll grope you with extensions on a noose.

“There’s more of us than there are them,” we say,

But there’s more of them that influence us.

There’s more of them that’ll forget to pray.

They have hush money, so you won’t discuss.

They are disguised as favoritism.

This is a world full of egotism.

What shape is the shape of intelligence?

If you are, will you show your dominance?

 

Heartwood in the Wild

© May 1, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Am I in control?

Do I have a soul?

Am I in control?

Do I have a soul?

A soul imprisoned by flesh

As the finest uniqueness fresh,

I can do good and bad today,

But instead, I decide to pray.

I’m not your heartwood.

I’m not your heartwood.

I don’t expect gifts from prayers.

I don’t expect a mom or dad.

I expect to see naysayers,

So determined to keep me mad.

When I die like yesterday’s tears,

There’s years in yesterday like beers.

I could die before I wake up,

Forgotten with a loving cup.

Am I in control?

Do I have a soul?

Am I in control?

Do I have a soul?

Do I have a goal outside hate?

I believe there’s a will and fate.

Cremate me so I’m not buried.

Unearth my love; are you worried?

I’m not your heartwood.

I’m not your heartwood.

If I bail you out of prisons,

Will you continue to do good?

If I’m opposed all the seasons,

Is there gasoline on heartwood?

Am I growing faster than leaves?

If I’m growing, who so believes?

What animals meet before God?

I’m in the wild while the wild’s odd.