Me and my imaginary posse of alter-egos patrol streets with lips closed and desert eagles as self-concealed weapons we communicate silently, on passin possesions heads jerk violently unsurprisingly, a chorus of wows, the narcissist is pissed, and shouts "she should be adorning me with smiles!!!" the insecure in me advises "forget purity," she's got legs for miles... "You got the cooties" sings my inner child meanwhile my left brain mang freestyles now, my inner priest prays to release the sinner's lustful beasts now the pessismist is even torn head twist like the exorcist i grow a demon's horn and then... a pimp was born... so i step, pessimist picks a porn hard to keep my eyes off her chest my romantic's frantic "did u see those thighs and breasts!" calmly speak "are u stressed by the burden of being blessed?" ..."yes?"... "well, im usually shy, but when u just walked by i was... possessed"
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nice ta know I'mnot the only schizo around the boards, lol. Naw, I'm feelin this Ric. And I'm kinda pissed that your poetry has developed to a point that it can stand beside your lyrics. Renaissance writers. I hate people like you. Boooo!
lol, thanx tp, and er'body else, glad ya felt this one, this has a few purposefully placed lines in it to just get ya thoughts going a lil differently, as much as this seems like a story type of theme, its really just a glance at lust, how it can possess u, and how our personas react to it, the one line that i wanted to camoflague but stand out at the same time was the demon's horn line, how the hell did we come up with the word horny??? i was mos def buggin out on this one...wasnt sure where i was going tho, i felt it lacked a real resolution other than...damn i love and hate lust, *shrugs*
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A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥