Like An Yachtman

In the dead of dread night;

laying so naked on the wreck of promiscuous time,

when i shut my eyes to sleep...

... do see catastrophic past

as dark as the ace of spades, Florence La Badie, spadile, 

(smiling at the vulnerability of  our life ---)

o' yes, darkness overwhelms sarcastic life ---

           . . . throwing me straight to the deck of historic mayhem ---

coating my momentary "present" --- 

with the lace of incorrigible memories, i entwine.

And, like an apocryphal Yachtman with nom de plume, nym, 

i go stumbled; do mumble; get dumbled, 

o' yes, right in the dead of dread ni... with the lady of fly-by-night.

Mid-Night Dream

In simplest world, complex life we all be living through
Drugs, cocaine, love, lust - my realm
but its intoxication only coming from you.
Rolling, scrolling & surfing my fingers. . .
. . . in your brunette hair,
carrying, bringing & serving something
that i may hardly share. . .
. . in written-yet-unwritten verses of read-yet-unread-words do i write
sitting in my bed & drinking & thinking of you all the time
holding a pen in hand;
notebook laid on lap, i'm breathing air;
finding you in winds,
you, keep rustling through the boulevard of my heart
reflecting, deflecting, soaring keep flying;
& ye you keep getting disappeared like another fog of midnight dream.

Confession

Dildo they want. Vibrator i bring.
Espresso they need. With cocktail we sinned.

Hi mia...
(oh, Mia? whose's Mia? Well, Mia - my whore.
.. am just speaking to her face-to-face and confessing that i spanked, rammed & slammed her filthy hot mommy & spanky bold momma late night right on the same floor at the same time)

"Mia, i gotta confess to you something.. can i?"

"Confess? and to.. meee?? 
Whao. Why don't you go in church & confess to Jesus Christ?" She winked

Well, that's what i was supposed to do but...
but changed my mind &... whatever...

"what?" 

"Ah! alright,... Christ told me to confess to yah than to him cos... he might be thought, it'd be much better and biblically holy in his eye to confront you & reveal whatever i probably hide so i just come to you to say something, may i.. ?" i sat down to knees, bowed my head to her feet. Omg, her feet on sandal was looking so stunning. I was an inch far to take her right white foot in my mouth & taste, bite and chew her sweeten toes real hard but ah.. just controlled me, somehow. Don't even know how i'd hold my own as since i'm uncontrolled since 'eons, proverbially like a "game of throne" but ah.. whatever 'twas, i just confessed to her till morn...


"First to your R.I.P mommy," i said

"Wait.. R.I.P? My mommy's still alive, stupid. Haven't ya seen her yesterday?" she startled

"Alive to you, may be, to me, but certainly... not to her, sweetheart," i winked, "just listen what i gotta say. I'm afraid ev'n you might be R.I.P after hearing what i just gotta say so... PRAY, i slay!" i continued...

"unconscious was she
consciousness gone hypnotized
sorry, i swum deep inside of her
& hung her with my sword up above so high..."

"What?" Mia took one step back

Yeah, sorry but i was completely outta my mind so desperate & uncontrolled. Me never wanted to fuck your mommy, no.. no.. in no-ways, but ah... i still remember the day since i approached to your gate to meet you, kiss you & came with a wicked intention to fuck you, she (your whore mommy) not allowed me to meet you and gestured me, instead, & said, "Ahan!"

oh man, her "Ahan" was everything that turned me on, sat me on fire and ablazed an every string of my volcanic heart to make me burn into her vibes. However, i do understand, it's sinful and utter wrong to think like that 'bout your non-virgin mommy so, a week later, i thought to feel guilty to your mommy & apologize for what kinda thoughts i'm driving 'bout her in my mind. I would visit your house around at 10:00 that night, i know it's no good to knock at people's door esp. on nights, but i wanted this all in this way so just... yeah...

.. main door was tightly closed so i planned to climb the pipe & knock... at the window.

"You climbed... what? A "69" foot pipe?!" she rolled her very eyes looking that pipe

I not just climbed but slipped either...

i climbed & slipped
i slipped then climbed back 
oh yeah, i fell on the grass
& cursed your mommy's pipe, "what the heck!"

... after getting "Warmed Up", 2-hours later, i finally climbed up & OH MAH GAA (omg)... before i would tap out the window, what all i saw was completely insane even to spell on words, but as since, i'm a real reeled man not a motherfucking son of a bitch, i raise my right hand & put it to left chest & say aloud with proud: "We ----- The People" so i won't have any shame to say whatever i have to speak, lil babe...

... yeah, i saw your mommy doing masturbate across dark-lightened room & was watching porn either in a silent mode. Whatss? No silent mode. She had ear-phones! Damn!

Stunned by the turmoil of words Mia, "GASPED!"

"i don't believe you, fuck you," she raised her middle finger

and guess what?

i took her middle finger right in my mouth, deep inside. Watching this she "Ewwwwwed", but i continued with pressing her boobs real hard; pushed her back to the wall & whispered by her softy-ear: "baby, i speak truth, no matter if sometimes i don't stand tall. Your mommy wasn't booked in mind not even wan in que but fortunately, i had her cooked, & she got nude!!"

i continued confessing:

"I not just "Did That" only to your mommy but to one of your "mommas" either.

"Whattttts?" she gasped again, "my momma?" she stunned

Well, me not wanted this to be happened but ... was stuck in such a moment that had me almost drunk in the intoxication of your mommy's "AHAN" and your momma's smoken' "VOICE"... 

"Alright, cut the crap, just tell, what the hell you're talking 'bout?!" she looked bossy

"Yeah, i banged your "mommy - momma," i quickly response

She stood speechless with open-warmed-mouth!

so here comes my confession to your "momma" now:

"unconscious was she either
didn't know what was i 'bout
yeah, i broke her every feather
& had her drilled till she screamed aloud."

Listening to me, Mia got shocked. Completely shivered. Shattered. Shuddered & utter lost somewhere in her own mind; into the abyss of words she heard at that time & taking advantage of time, i stepped forward to wet her panty but she...
pushed me away & thought if i'm doped
she was an intoxication to me in which i blocked
seduced her every second till she dripped down on the floor
yeah, Mia either got spanked up by me like  a fucken whore
____________________________
_______________________________The End_____________________

"eh yo, what's the matter with two "THINGS": "mommy & momma?" you always swing me in the wonder of wanderland. Wanderlust you bring but can yah spell what you amend?"

yeah sure, man. Me just here to lick yah out & you mother squirt well so here we go...  

oh yeah, Mia got one mommy but numerous step momma's
she's one horny daughter of her father, who's in comma's
one night, he slipped down across the door
when... was taking a shower with whore,
Mia just caught him live &... stripped down the trespass of marbled-floor

yeah, she left her house & met me somehow..

in the party i would arrange last year, anyhow

she was half naked in black blouse

& it blew me away to sunset, aow mow

my mind played some thoughts & heart urged to eat her out...

just to hear her moans, dang screams aloud..

my head in 'twix her thigh

& mouth'd vibrat her clit & lips suck to her bud, bow wow

so juicy was her pussy, meow meowed

but her stupid mommy was way cunning than her cupid mommas

never allowed me to come get closer to her daughter, said, "Ahan!"

one night i caught her doing masturbation watching porn

& without delaying with time, i would taste her booby popcorn

she'd push me away; told me, it's completely wrong,

but me was incorrigible & took her to my dome

it was then...  me & she was lone...

in the home i called holographic zone, when...

her "momma" tapped out on the door & asked where Mia dang gone

her voice was way seductive than her mommy's moan

so i thought, "if i call her in & bang-rammmm two ladies till morn?"

i pulled my tool outta her mommy's flesh, she sighed, i opened the door

her momma watched mia's mommy laying naked on the floor...

& gasped watching my tool erecting, waving, driving & just vibrating dang damn so long

i held her from wrist & pulled her inside, slammed dang shut the door real hard, & locked,

she mocked, "what's going on?" her momma... hard stroked!!

"And yeah, Mia, your momma either got stroked"

& me just kissed her real hard just to turn her on

And... guess what?

Mia's mommy & momma both got hooked up with me

& i swung 'em real hard; kept 'em dehydrated till dawn

i achieved the mission i was on

but never thought would i be also drilling not mia but her mommy & mommas, nom nom

before i would let 'em both go, i whispered by her mommy's ear,

"never ever dare to say that word again: "AHAN"

it makes me get you bare naked ladies in head & roll you down the bed, la la"

she shrug at me & said, "are we clear? clean? and good?"

"yes, but only as long as you feed this dude "your milk & non-veg food"," 

i pulled her back from hair & locked up my lips with her for long.

Breathless she became. Watching this mia's momma'd keen to get slain by this stud

i closed the door & pulled 'em both inside again, "oh you are very absurd," they both hushed

& i enjoyed the night & they get on my ride with the pleasure of pain, through i dang rushed

"were they blushed?"

"i ain't no cos my eyes were closed
& their lips dang locked up with mine, but night slush'ed
like a nerdy "THING", two ladies gone crushed
by the hammer i influxed,  
my chest on their breasts & their breasts under my che... chest;
body 'neath mine & mine on their age prime, 
everything "Dang" "Damaged", "Demolished" & "Detroit" with lu.. lust!"

so not sure, if they blushed
but yeah, my tool just brushed...
off their V-G real hard & tongue shoved ..
off everything with whatever they both coughed
& i cuffed..
.. 'em both with gentle touch
"touche," they gushed
& with such a lull of their love, threesome affair 'twas that had 'em crushed
& broke ;em down so vulnerably to knee
no pit, plea or mercy i shown to 'em
but bdms, menage, hardcore they breathe
under the mayhem, one man with two women
oh hell yeah, that's real pleasure, you'll HARDLY find in heaven, i gee..

"you want something to drink?" i asked
"yeah please... 
... you just have us both dehydrated so badly," they whispered

i zipped down & put my tool in their mouth & said,
"then drink real cocktail, i bring
as much as you, as long as you ding.
Much better, tasty way nasty than espresso, i hinge!!"

"... & wutttss?"

"...just me with two ladies 
one cock & two-to-four butts!"

Dildo they want. Vibrator i bring.
Espresso they need. With cocktail we sinned.
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____________________Sorry Mia. *Wink*

Remedy

Sex should be like a remedy for both who’re having intercourse over the night, but today’s youth is fallen & hovered in the wanderlust of desperation so bad that has ’em all utter blind… ’bout their life. Quite frankly, everyone’s in the race to feed their biological hunger of body – the uncontrolled erotic vibes of one’s heart. And in b/w that all, Sex, maturation & having lust is became their realm which further & farther cost their hearts to death.

(i)
“People want love to live;
do live to get pleased;
do have sex over the night,
but hardly value one’s life…”

(ii)
“Being lost in the torments of world,
you’re all gone absurd
Real love gone faded into ashes
& the hearts crushed by hurt…

(iii)
“What all do i find is ecstasy..
in which y’all swung
love is not what you want
but the pleasure of its warmth has you utter sunk…
..in the delight of lust that further has you complete drunk…”

(iv)
“… drunk in the illusion of love
Illusionist spirits y’all become
Love’s replaced with lust
& the value of lust’s overcome by mischief misbelief, undone.”

Today, sex, lust & whatever else like… therapeutic things are just become a way to get pleased rather finding something peaceful in it. So i believe, sex should be like a remedy for both who are having intercourse during the night not an emptiness or a pie of momentary ecstasy to get oneself lost in with despair alikely unlike & unlikely alike today’s youth that’s being lost in such torments of heart & hardly knows or “understands” the volume of unfathomable love.

#amwriting #Draft
It’s a montage – the juxtaposition – taken from one of my debut novel: “The Dust Of Life”.

What's In The Air

Alright… since past few days? weeks? Months? & may be, since ‘eons, it’s same old saying myth goes: “love is in the air“, but every single time you wake up to breathe, inhale & swallow the incense of its pleasure, what all you get is nothing but the fog of illusion that further breaks you down to knee… & whatever you swing yourself with is: The warmth of lust hovered in the zone of, in guise of, love. And you loose yourself completely with the nakedness of such delight which brings you ecstasy… just for a while.

So in today’s world, what’s in the air? Love or The Lust? To me, both but to some notorious creatures of life, it’s just the warmth of lust in the air that swings “love” away & which is completely true. Even lust is what you want in the name of love… don’t ya? *wink*

The Heist

Everybody living in the shadow of f-fear;

turning 'nother chapter of life writing s-seers;

surviving 'nother morrow - in anew next light

walking the trail of dark past, i read her all night 

(i)

okay.. yo

i want to get off my nightmares 

but what can i do if i - already left - one live mare?

dreams got nothing on me neither i got nothing on dreams

still past arriving straight back at to me

& me real shit keep hovering in d-delusion called reality

love's like a vulnerable piece - a pie - of life that makes your whole world way vulnerable once it's entered in its longed night so whether if you're in love or not, it doesn't matter, what all does matter is, in what state of mind you're living throu': with gone love or un-fetched nights?

"... wrote her name in the wind

never knew if it's sin

now the wind blown to 'nother direction

but me gone lost even in me, i confirm"

love ain't got any direction to blow so it's true, hold your bitch as long as you can. Treat her fucken right as long as she lets you doing so cos, once she's done, nahh.. no, you can never ever get her back in the same juxtaposition - the montage - of your heart once she's lived in like a bee but now... left in the same place like a tint of memory.

(ii)

okay.. yo

everybody dreaming in the light of new day;

like a sun shining up in the sky, every day

lovers keep passing, walking, talking, stalking on bay

but me, my friend, getting lost in me &..

asserting: "what might be my new day?"

to me every day's as same as gone lit of yesterday

the dust of wall clock ticking on the wall, i pray...

not to dwell to 'nother night. Save me god, i say

nobody listening to me, & me keep wandering like stray 

an ash in astray; like a wisp of previous day

a brief rejuvenation gone old with modernism, meme

"whats?"

"urgh whatever.. nevermind..."

(iii)

okay.. yo

i'm the prisoner in my town in the prison of pearson

my dove flown away, me fallen back like pigeon

& its reason ain't she

but me who slipped off the gallery of heart in ecstasy

uncontrolled desperation of heart..

got me stolen, hey, even off me

what once i've had to live with gone damaged - i ditched

like 'nother gmail id, my life trashed up, i sneak

& there's no undo... can it be? i'd shoved off her clit

Naah no.. no rejuvenation once you loose virginity, i heist. 

Pause -- 

_____________BIOTCH__________________

Flop Artist - II

"me not so new in the game
many have already come & dang gone with same shame
the guilt of being struck in the pleasure of masturbation,
once you come in, twice you loose fame
nothing left in life that you could dang change
just like an ink of pen; its riffle with multiple colors,
desperation got many hues in it that craved to get soothed in the rain... "

"Rain? what this fucking shit come from? huh? what yah talking 'bout, man? sometimes, i dunno ev'n understand what the hell you goddamn sayin', but oh... really... ? Rain? you've gotta be kidding me?

((pause))
wai.. wait, you mean, TEARS being plain?"

"yo, you got this shit, man!" Abraham smirked

"you got me, man. That's all what i'm talkin' 'bout. you hear me & that;s why i go get hard on ya. Nobody understands me. I've had a great time with Marie who said, am sarcastic (but in a professionally great way)... am i? urgh, whatever. some calling me Mr. insane A-K-A, xx49, schizopheric but you, my man, never ever say anything 'bout whatever i goddamn wring you 'pon with. Damn!"

"Whats?" His spirit in the mirror bashed up!

Mirrors.... all windows... doors... the roof... everything go smashed out. clouds roared up in the trespass of sky. The thunder of forthcoming storm giving warning to my ranch but before...
i'd make a way to get outta my own woodland, a great typhoon rustle throu' the bough of my tree-house & its implications - the lightning - the spark come loomed satirically... to mother nature...
& guess what?

"the wrath in dark walk dead
in the light, neon - the fog of tres night,
being lost in the paradox of dementia praecox,
'nutter night falls &...
my own demon leads me to the gate of hell, i cry."

"yo man, what 'tis fucking hell's 'bout?"

It's the hell of caramel heart in which you don't rule your body but the hunger of your flesh has you at its command & controls you, overwhelmingly... & everything that you once had in the same palm of your hands seem to get faded away into cold ashes of  blown-winds, people walk off their own life, world becomes anew, unknown, mysterious to anew spirits with time. Crime, sin, mayhem & every dream goes flushed out under the bridge & nothing you left to live for, anymore but... misery of gone-days, innocence flies... so yeah..

".. me not so new in the game 
many have come & gone but the world still plain
the pain of being lost in plea.. 
indulging me deep inside even the deepest of me, badly 
you can't save me til i don't even wanna save us both, (hushhhh)
masturbation became my anew world in which i'm the bait & your desperation, i lushhh!" 

With the flames of desperation, Abraham & his spirit go tranquil & sailed another night in anxiety of being not so getting controlled by... urgh whatever!

Ps. The second part of "flop-artist", here's a link to visit its first version:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2016/03/flop-artist.html

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"... fallen off the typhoon hovered up in sky;
woke up off volcanic vibes flashed up on darkling-night;
arouse deepest... from the hunger, erotica - my appetite
& certainly,
gone drunk-en in pleasure of gallantry-ic delight."

Gallantric? You ain't know of it?
Raise your knowledge, hipsters:

"what god call adultery, i name it gallantry --
the sexual intrigue...
... in which y'all people gone sunk, uptight."

The Mania

i say, as i close my eyes to sleep
i see my being lost in invictus fantasy
that has life paralyzed & truth victimized in reality & i'm like: beep.. beep... bleap
i suffering through many aches every mid-night & wondering, "if i'm insomniac?"
& the voices in my disturbed head noising,
"neah...
but may be, i'm being ditched... 
dripped... dip... deep in the mud of insanity, her love unstitched!"
& i'm like; "is 'tis my life?" never been sweet-sounding
The taste of nightmares ain't so good but fantasy melliflousing...
... the ecstasy of delusional past to present & .. guess what?
as i close my eyes to sleep,
my thoughts encounter the disgust of night, concurrently..
& the manic of.. to maniac masturbation shattered me down the street
voices start howling across the lantern of mind &..
thoughts rustling through the chandelier - one firewall - of my heart, chanting,
"yeah...
i'm being misfit dang ditched... 
ripped.. dip... deepest in the grave of my own despair life, my naivete flipped!"

Shut The Light

It's dang masturbation that i done tonight
since 'eons & long  i've been jerking off all time
1 year, 2 years, 3 years, 4 years... every year passing on by my life
i want to stop what i'd slate shits down
but don't even know what to kill: Subject? or Noun?
Dang, bang, no gang bang! only M & F, my mind rang
but, you know what...
sometimes it depends on hormones, man
so even in gang bang, i'm dang white-fang
i got lull fans, but null friends
Hi Hola hell people, i'm sick of trends
i want my life back in my hands
i don't wanna masturbate but i'm on strands';
damn reached extreme, oh hell every night, i'm swang, swang
(JERK-OFF, BABY!)
Technology has ruined my life
but it brought me where i'm stand in life
Internet unleashed to success, oh what a white-lie!
we all peeps usin' it to be in delight, in guise
i've been watching porn since 'eons, long time
& now when i look up in the mirror, i see...
my hair damn turned to grey, i cry, oh my god, it's all white!
& i ask, what i'd get.. got.. gotten in... those  from mayhem's?
nothing left to me, ans. comes, &
another year just passed on by my untied-life - off entire life, my life's gone, now shut the light!!

Ps.

"Technology has ruined today's youth but somehow it has carried 'em all to the undisguised pleasure of success so it's always in their hands what to do with whatever they got in their hands and where to move to reach.. what? Some using phones/laptops/computers/internet.. for chatting, some for dating, webcam, flirting, groping, & some for writing and what else... for watching porn, & that's the real truth cos we're led wrong but by whom... by oneself's, but everyone, whoever doing whatever across the continents of planted-world, everyone's in the race to please the moment they been stuck in. So the poetry's not 'bout just any particular person.. or individual not even just pointing out today's youth, but it's 'bout everyone who's taking nature's call & what's nature's call, btw? No Control 'pon The Hunger Of Heart!

Some want to stop doing masturbation cos regular & incessant jerking off may lead 'em to stress, depression & to the wrong edge of their life. The old saying goes: "Sin separates us from God". And, so true... it certainly takes us away from God but to... where? To The Doorway Of Satan. We lost the real we having ourselves being rolled up with insanity - the mania to maniac nights &, resulting, under the blanket, over the night, we chant: shut the light up! Years pass on by out life and when we come to understand the worth of living, it becomes too late even to turn things around... 

... and life gone."

Check out one of my earlier posts called: ""FORBIDDEN KISSES" where an old man goes back in his youth for a moment & explains how youth's being swung in masturbatory-laboratory (the paradox of their life) & living along with depression, hate & the misery of forgiven life.

Link's given below:

http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2016/03/forbidden-kisses.html

Forbidden Kisses

"And... you got no control 'pon desperation neither your desperation got any realm ov'r the heart & 'tis the very foremost & eccentric reason that y'all still wandering xcross the chaoes of depression. Most of us youth's being lost in depression not cos we love getting swung along with misery but we seem to be getting addicted to darkness that keeps indulging us all with gratification. We want to escape from entrapped shells of masturbatory laboratory (the paradox of mind) but we got no way to come outta its darkened ways & which's why we're being lost in our own life, living moments like a stranger to oneself in a hope to find destiny that's nothing more than a delusional phase of time...," an old man reminds his youth & fills an every page of his diary with the drop... an ink of his old-fashioned tears.

when you put yourself into others shoes, you realise how it feels what it really feels to be in the moment you would have never been.

"being lost in the paradox of world, 
we youth finding the purpose of life's destiny 
but every time we step up to breakthrough past, 
something stemming... into present with misery 
we dunno recall it anymore; 
dunno remember what should it be 'bout? 
perhaps, when we replay past in the L-E-D of mind, 
o' yes, i recognize, how it feels being lost in worldly crowd..." 

and the old man completes the pages of his mischievous diary but his breaths closed the chapter of his forsaken life: Dead! 

winds carry the load of his spirit & clouds blow it to ... where? To hell? or To paradise? Nobody knows where life goes to after leaving this world & what place it calls its home but whatever it is, "as long as you've life," an old man voice, ".. you dunno live it to the fullest or right... 

... everybody wants peace but we already living into shattered pieces
depression's what we've rejoiced &.... heartaches be what we embraced with forbidden kisses," 

the spirit of old man blows away in the ashes of white clouds but the pages of his diary, laid down on the desk, get re-shuffled by the hum of winds... & the very last page of his diary reads: ".. cos there's no control 'pon heart. If we had, we'd never be in the state of misbelief that hurts."

Flop - Artist

"Alright, yo up, man?"

"yeah"

"then listen to me, i've got much to get myself bled in

am no sinner but the world got me sinned

sinful soul i'm.. 

living behind the four-walls with the dust of disgust, i'm dreamed...

of success but success has walked on by me..

..since long. Fruitful days got nothing on fruitful years

so now am homed, but also gone... 

being lost somewhere in the mid-east-town of darkness,

whatever i've had once in life's turned to a cause to my lonesomeness cos..."

pause

(Abraham stops... )

"what happened, man... why you stopped? i wanna listen to you? you sound so cool.

i gotta listen to you, man. Listening to you makes me feel sane. i guess, you got me drunk with 

the intoxication of miserably manifested words. The paradox of life's what everyone's 

being stuck in but you, my friend, sound like a real motherfucker bad-ass speaking the 

hunger of your desperate heart to have everything cursed, so let it come out, man. 

Let it bleed, let your words, thoughts, feelings, love, misery and what else...?

.. just let it stream down the strings - narrow meanderings of your words," Abraham's spirit hustles him to let things come out that have been stuck deep inside of his heart since the night he revealed the true colors of world.

"yo man, you wanna listen to me? nobody listens to me. They say, i'm stupid, why would you want to

hear me? i got nothing to give you in return but pain - the disgust of my dreadful past & am sure, you'll have a plethora of rotten tomatoes to throw right at me, at face to have my mind stunned & mouth shut the hell up! I'm no fool in nursery school, man. I'm done...

gonna back to reality, no matter how harsh, dark and fucking desperate it is! I'm done here, man," Abraham starts pacing toward the stairs but his mirror re-calls him back with the voice of ache &... 

"..alright, you wanna listen to me? is that what you want? Cool. you got it! Am on!" Abraham shouts at his reflection; yelled at his own spirit looking deep in the eye of mirror.

(and with an end of mid-dew, he continues... )

"... being lost somewhere in the mid-east-town of darkness,

whatever i've had once in life's turned to a cause to my lonesomeness cos...

...

               ... cos, the time's gone, life's done

lost in obscurities, i see, night's hummed

morrow gives no clue,

sitting in wrecked chair, i'm called blue

words dripping down in pages, tears wiping its hue

spiral pages gone burnt up in flames... 

& i into ashes... with an every end of mid-dew.

Time's gone, life left lone

being stuck with sicked-memories, i forlorn 

books keep me sane, but not every time

my past arriving back to me & i deporting to 'nutter night

with the dust of disgust, you know, am being hushed

by my own killer hands, i stabbed the mirror, gone crushed."

"... became victim by my past, victimized spirit i become

hi holy traitors,

bring me hardcover books... & hardcore ladies with a glass of rrr.. rum

i'm in a need to make your mothers, wives & daughters moan-cum-high-hum!!" 

he shows middle finger to the world.

Hola! 

looking at into smashes pieces of mirror, he spells... 

".. i smirked at my life - being lost in gee night

i remember once you shrugged at my words

but today, even the world entwined."

My time's gone, am being homed

hiding behind four-walls, i turned to bloodsucking-worm..

in the tomb of misery, xcross the walls of hate, i dang roamed

looking every time "me" in the mirror, 

i running so far from me, wondering if i'd never born?

Now he speaks to his spirit, "you know what,

i broke the mirror with the same hand i do write 

chandelier fell down on my body with the shudder i hived 

O' the words strewn ov'r life with misery of stunned night

& i'm cried!

every broken piece of my body calling someone, i recall

nobody coming to my way but the past at nightfall

how fast i turned to a kid, kid to man & a man to grown shit,

i can never ever understand nor underestimate what i damn bleeped

yeah, i lied to people i dang met in my past

my past's fucking gone, but why these-those-sicked people still left long-last?" (Damn!)

The memories of my past is now future of my present

present got nothing on my future

but my future got everything on my present!!

eh yo, every single time i tryna show what i gotta show, people turn their faces away off me

& i look up in the sky like my naivete snatched by "ME!"

i wish, if someone'd be there to embrace me tight,

but the reality says something different, yeah i wasted my time...

running after people who'd never give a damn 'bout me

so it makes me wonder, "why i even.. 

ran after 'em, what brought me doing so?" And, the next moment, i come to understand that

oh that's life and life has dual faces so now i flip the linguistics, eh yo,

" yeah, i'd waste the time my life'd bring me dang once

now am shattered into pieces, people calling me dunce..."

Hearing this, everything goes quiet around the place, but the buzz of thoughts keep chanting..

xcross the walls of his mind, "i needa breakthrough it, but HOW? And.. guess what...?

"...the voice of breaking-mirrors &.. 

the thunder of...

shattered floors'd reverberate around the floors 

stairs go misplaced of its position &...

the book-shelves i hit with the fist, go crushed by doorknobs."

"What a crap!" Hi Haters!!

once i'd show off, shoved up everything i'd got

nobody cared of my stuffs cos my attitude had me soaked 

now i got nothing on the world that's why my image's dang cropped

i'm "Flop-Artist" swinging in the world... 

have never ever have i been so high, but now my past has me feel dope-d!

"so, what's next? isn't it whatcha wondering for?"

well, let me tell yah something more

that you ain't so aware of.

Allow me to explain you what's been unexplained since long...

"... like a drunk monk i damn sunk in the ocean of wine

wine ain't prime so i drawn in own life

darken-nights i passed throu' but never looked back 

now am pulled back in reality & everything loomed heck.

Ah! i scream so loud, but nah, you can't hear me, nahh No's!

my voice's audible to y'all bitches but you ignore it, i know

Hi y'all unidentified son of all unconscious Pro's-Ho's,

naah, i ain't count ya in my friends but in the vow-woes of foes!"

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Abraham embraced reality & his.. 

spirit gone lost...somewhere in the misery of nights with hurt cos...

FLOP---ARTIST is just a dust of past that has no room, no space in the doom of hearts.

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