Sensual metaphors

chance

depletion dolls
deception calls
lottery delusions
toss the dice
hope is now
a reality...
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lurking

"I got my feet on the ground
and I don't go to sleep to dream

you got head in the clouds
your not at all what you seem"

"Don't plead me your case
don't bother to explain
don't even show me your face
cause it's a cryin' shame
just go back to the rock
from under which you came"


I got my own hell to raise, thank you Fiona Apple.
 
hell yes

I love my dreams
bicycles make my escape
sometimes
my cartoon fortune
a simple tune
blowing ballons
moon faced madness
 
rainbows

remembering
bowie
long legs
I want to be that
microphone
sing into me
you are
holding heaven
I
reach
speechless
hanging onto
your every word
detached
 
hanging by a thread

this place
called
jump off junction
vacant eyes see
travelers
between fixed points
flowing without compass
stretching space
web spliced
image dissolved
 
Rightly place kisses like lightening bolts unleash your desire,
while the lashes of a whip kiss your soft skin and strike a fire.

With the right motion a pair of soft hands cause an earthquake in your soul,
and a deep commanding growl in passion causes a calm in giving up control.

Pain brings solitude and peace to your thoughts and comforts your brain,
then tenderness afterwards reveals your deeper hunger for yet more of the same.
 
stone bricks, bars and razor wire
imprisoned souls
where birds fly through chain link fences
and cats await for the unfocused flight
 
stone bricks, bars and razor wire
imprisoned souls
where birds fly through chain link fences
and cats await for the unfocused flight

fireworks dance inside canoe paddled stroking
birds eat at time fed offerings
dogs are focused dying with the sheep
 
stuck

spice and dragonfly clueless
you tried to trace scented tracks
tree frigid
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velvet hair
the canvas wraps me
in sticky oils of love

paint me, brush me
portrait of a passion posed
 
beat-up guitar
rustic old pick-up
battered and torn heart
country music on the porch

the dog sings...
 
ashes to ashes

fact is
your face a
fragile memory
dangling
matrix
diffused
music disabled
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mixed up

help me
kaleidoscope
no walking
this time
freak me out
finger fed
this space
is deeper
than cried
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