Another one, please…
Divulge that pack too.
Dare me to stop!
I promise this is it.
Completely done for sure
Testing my self-restraint, that’s all.
I know I can stop when I want to…
Open-mindedness is key
Never mind the lock of my mindset.
Another one, please…
Divulge that pack too.
Dare me to stop!
I promise this is it.
Completely done for sure
Testing my self-restraint, that’s all.
I know I can stop when I want to…
Open-mindedness is key
Never mind the lock of my mindset.
Sultry, provocative gestures…
Open-mindedness so soothing.
Philosophers and cha-cha instructors alike:
Hypnotized by the dirty dancing…
Imitating the steps that they could…
Sombreness completely alienated here
Though the outfits indicate otherwise
Impeccably tailored midnight black tuxedos and gowns
Characterize the masked attendees…
Always a dead giveaway.
Trapped by nurture, tapered by nature
Exuding the orthodox denotation of class
Deliberately…uncovering society’s tangled loom.
Never will you.
Never should you.
See the likes
Of
This
Again.
Heavens no!
Hell might give an affirmation then?
It is a fusion.
It cannot leave Earth
Elijah’s chariot of fire was
Sacrilege one way
Destruction another
Doomed in a third space till…
Until a religious King Arthur came?
Merlin himself?
Both to unite the sides and restore balance
Fire and brimstone
It shall be smoke and wood
There shall be tranquility
Still the chariot lies visible
Disappearing occasionally
Merely a defence mechanism
Then comes the age-old question…
To be or not to be?
Far sprint to wisdom
Lack of fear and common sense
Make this the sad truth
Failed the family
I needed to hit that mark
I deserve no food
Pro-cane intensifies the pain…
Procaine soothes the pain…
White lines scattered
All across,
Engraved even.
Sprinkled
Into pores.
Beaten
Into pores.
Seeping
Into pores.
Caused by which caine?
Or was it Cain?
Irresponsibly wise…
Does it matter?
Matter? Yes that’s what they are.
What they do.
Grey strikes,
Belfort sniffs.
Always…
Christian in partnership with Jordan.
A rich religious flow.
Forcing many a horse to the trough…
Non-consensual consent.
“Whip the light into them”
“Let the box of snuff aid you”
“It is a drug in every sense, no?”
“Snuff the torch completely”
Gustatory stimulus…
Olfactory tingles…
Yes factory…
Assemble them.
Put them back together…
Put
me
back
together.
The clock struck twelve
Those online did not halve
But they doubled
Perhaps this is the time
That people suddenly become untroubled
Free from the restraints
Of their life that is actually a mime
From any constraints
Facing writer’s block
Gradual memory lock
Don’t make divisions
Engage in decisions
Don’t take cover
Jump over
Enjoying your throne?
Think of it as a stepping stone
Cliche? Paragon?
Name it
Rate it
I am already gone
Why are we able to understand the theory of quantum mechanics, perform a Bechdel test because we need to prove a point even substantiating that point through Socratic irony and later reflect and realise that it was due to Hawthorne’s effect that we performed that experiment in the first place? We are also able to identify a Freudian slip, have the decency to point it out and ensure that it is in our short-term memory.Then after this whole charade, you realise that you still cannot commit that one-lined Math formula to memory.
Semblance of a night riddled with beer,
Choking hold of the atmosphere…
Nostalgic drones…possibly déjà vu;
Inciting a mood so startlingly blue.
Less prone to a fatal tumble…
Less likely to unconsciously fumble,
A term as risque as meth
Seems to incite so pure an epithet.
Perhaps the mating call of a Minotaur,
A shriek rougher than undried leather,
Will be enough to overpower the weather…
A tactic as unlikely as a liaison with a metamour.
Need I hear a pause?
A discernible attempt to outline a clause?
Oh my…approaching crescendo.
Way less subtlety than a nun’s innuendo.
Her actions, triggered by food
Antithesis of the scorned lass…
Forbidden fruit, the lower class…altered her mood,
She termed them more intriguing than her average mass,
By all standards she was quite wanton,
That age’s definition of a malfunction,
A Victorian rendition of Straight Outta Compton,
Society’s woeful attempt to hide a dysfunction.
To their despair she wasn’t merely an excerpt,
A segment meant to be relevant only in matrimony,
Unfocused, oblivious and inept…
Not worthy to collect alimony.
Instead, she was blatantly explicit,
No subtlety or nuances, unapologetically illicit.