love worms

day starts with ladies;

lone nights ended at homes. 

they all good daughters of bad daddies

& their love --- a fire in cold storms. 

i ain't understand ladies;

pre se, only feel their foams

whisper, love, & lies. i offer roses without red-thorns. 

their lips talk to my body

my body mags on uniform;

hands cleave off 'em lil' shawty's

& 'em shawty's call us love-worms. 

us men talkin' 'bout their hobbies.

'em barbies swagging alike miss gormzess 

they take us behind their lobbies

& in lobby, us men be real t-storms.

and my day starts with ladies;

long nights end at homes.

they all good daughters of bad daddies

& their love -- a fire in cold storms.

in a search of job

can't stop this time for once.
time's nor mine. 

neither i'm dunce
i look for some jobs, 

bloody jobs ain't want me
those who want me, 

i pity at 'em for free
what's it this world? -- 

i don't know what it is
life's so simple, 

but we live it complicatedly
marketing's no good, 

but can pay you so well
i want life being balanced, 

for that, i'm being quelled.
i be running outta time, 

time's yo money but money ain't no mine
money's real bitch, 

& i gonna have to get this 'ight.

i'm suppressed a little bit, 

& living a life like shit

i ain't wanna do that, 

the sin has got me wicked.

the world's damn beaped

& had us youth yo flipped 

i don't wanna be slave 

neither wish getting trapped

i want damn fucking freedom, 

but this freedom be now chapped.

still undone

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flirt

call me yo bastard. i ain't no your pastor. 

Dec/15/2016!

i do read bible in love with slave master. 

you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster. 

then bring me damn trouble in nights of disaster. 

i find the history in your body-cum-cadastre

i ain't know what's hidden, but i be forecaster.

i meet you at night in the city of Alabaster.

south courtesan you are. Alabama, your astir. 

the astray's of love, you babe, blow like newscaster 

the banshee you ain't. are you 'em Xastur? 

your love be kasturi. you know, i fuck faster

if manchurian you are, i'll be dog aster.

your gestures i love that you take in your curves.

you run ov'r my head; nev'r get on my nerves.

i smoke e' damn hookah. i ain't no joe palooka.

you -- the beauty. i'm beast will take you to q-cuba.

damn you dang lady, you dancing on heart

i can't control; wanna loose all the dirt

you be no mud. i -- the canal of sin. sinner we are, love-birds, in Berlin.

the city of nights, i love 'tis so much.

brown blondies & brunettes, i take 'em to hutch

& drill 'em, & touch. i -- the butcher, they dutch

then put 'em in cradle. they be yeh crutch. 

i pull 'em then down, & they tear off my shirt

my shirt got no button. they call me f-flirter-f-flirt.

Deranged World (iii)

Dec/16/2016!

edited on dec/17/2016!

i know the chapter. 

but never learn it twice.

a book's more like lady 

that i oft. read every midnight.. 

then do i understand the price of her nights'

but sometimes, 

i'm being loosen-control 

which further had me lost...

in some analogies of paradoxical time.

perhaps, i take her to long ride

& funny it's gonna be that...

she damn loves being detoured to some meanderings of my life. 

later, i read her body. 

she just listens to fuzzed words. 

then we both play the trailer

& chase vulcan destiny -- the fate of naked birds. 

but is it really right to fly across that high 

in a hope to reach cloud-nine?

i never fathom the heights of vogue clouds

but certainly ...

enjoy the pleasure of being soared throu' her 80 grand enshrouds.

then tear her B-bra, & damn blouse.

& do some lil' fun with that lady in my house.

she's in my nights. my face lost in her hair.

i love every position esp. when she's being chaired.

her nights be more like a way to reach heaven.

the ride of hell do i bring to her

i tell her to meet me at 12:00, 

but she knocks me down at 7:00

and then bloody 7:00 to homie 11:00,

we both go up & down, down & up like levin

her love ain't no less than the hookah of marijuana

that i used to take across the streets of Clarence

but time's now changed. 

things shall nev'r be blamed. 

life's quite simple to be living... then why feeling so ashamed?

it's a story of every new guy 

written upon naked body of saked ladies.

ladies be more like a hula-hoop of mistakes

that us men damage in the back seat of mercedes. 

Deranged World (ii)

dec/16/2016!

dec/17/2016!

she's gonna dance all night.

loosen up your feet along with hers.

just don't make yourself look like a fool

by loosing a sil' control of yours.

she can be the reason of your love;

can be the disastrous cause to your miserable nights'

just enjoy the time as long as you can

& let her live the way she longs to by red-lights.

she be in your heart. let her be G-beat.

life's very simple, but don't make it that cheap.

we make life complicated. we be the reason for what we are.

stop getting hard on yourself

hellow, love’s being sold out in  every “bazaar”.

either purchase it from market

or find it in the crowd of slum

love’s nev’r ev’r gonna be the same

If you keep curse it since day one.

she be real beauty. 

& you -- the beast, atheist

let her find pleasure... 

in love being gotten on lease.

she wants your love. but you need her nights.

love craves for sin.

& hearts being lost in 'tween yo city-lights.

i don’t understand 'tis world

neither know how it fuckin operates at all

i just want life quite simple to belived

cos, now i'm being tired of such complications, withal.

Deranged World (i)

Dec/15/2016!

edited on 17/dec./2016!

life's quite simple. 

we make it quite hard

love spills down life's lyrics 

as aye heart be its bard.

i ain't no poet, 

but poetry, i live by

i re-shape what's d-distorted, 

& wonder, it's so why?

people gon' judge you, 

no matter what you do

it's real de-motivation. 

i ain't know what they goin' thou'

life's much simple. 

let it be that simple na

stop makin' complications

by welcoming phony people who schwa.

your ecstasy ain't long lasting

nor your time in life at all

life's quite simple; 

quite similar w/ last fall.

everything's same. 

time circulating, & i'm chained

let past be past.  & get yourself unchained. 

summer, spring, & winter

be the season of life's change.

be the color of that beauty

that only belongs to fame.

stop being ashamed for what you’ve babe done

get the glass of wine, & pour in it some rum.

life's no same. nor the time yo so sane.

the time's now burnt.

& with tradition, we gone insane. 

humanity gone hummed. 

rape's daddy's favorite. 

mother bewitched with his cum.

she needa get some peace, 

but get trouble in return. 

in the name of love, the pleasure of lust she gets

your father fucks your mother, & puts her daughter on the bets. 

i ain't know what's damn going

the brothel of love is slum,

may be, we're all dirty... 

& the dirt of it had us "numb-ed".

people gonna love you for what you are by now

let those be lived in bypass

who disturbed you before, & till now.

life's gonne get changed besides of being unchanged

stop worrying of what's it gonna be next

life's full of stars at bars, but the world... deranged. 

snatched breath

and she said,
"you can get lost as far as i'm concerned"
i felt abundant,
"what the hell have i done!"
ladies're weakness, damn, ladies be strength
they only look hot...
as long as they be quiet & at length.
damn, they so chirping. i block 'em in heart
then do they wonder, why do i hurt?
i don't have reasons to block 'em, & curse
they be my breath. i may snatch it as worse.


ps.
Serenity, Ana Sophia, Poppaya... are same person. and i don't know whatever how many names or accounts this lady has got here around. so be-aware of such people. this writer's full of weird things like rudeness, very harsh criticisms, & on & on. if you go there, i'm sure, you gonna spoil the rest of your day for sure. may god bless you from that scarstic writer. lol

flirt

dec/15/2016!

call me yo bastard. i ain't no your pastor. 

i do read bible in love with slave master. 

you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster. 

then bring me damn trouble in nights of disaster. 

i find the history in your body-cum-cadastre

i ain't know what's hidden, but i be forecaster.

i meet you at night in the city of Alabaster.

south courtesan you are. Alabama, your astir. 

the astray's of love, you babe, blow like newscaster 

the banshee you ain't. are you 'em Xastur? 

your love be kasturi. you know, i fuck faster

if manchurian you are, i'll be dog aster.

your gestures i love that you take in your curves.

you run ov'r my head; nev'r get on my nerves.

i smoke e' damn hookah. i ain't no joe palooka.

you -- the beauty. i'm beast will take you to q-cuba.

damn you dang lady, you dancing on heart

i can't control; wanna loose all the dirt

you be no mud. i -- the canal of sin. sinner we are, love-birds, in Berlin.

the city of nights, i love 'tis so much.

brown blondies & brunettes, i take 'em to hutch

& drill 'em, & touch. i -- the butcher, they dutch

then put 'em in cradle. they be yeh crutch. 

i pull 'em then down, & they tear off my shirt

my shirt got no button. they call me f-flirter-f-flirt.

women - (ii)

we negotiate treatin' women right
but expect 'em to feed us men 'ight.
hardly we care of their heart
but oft. enjoy having the pleasure of their night.
the goblet of wine...
they are... oft. makes us feel drunk in love
their love be more like marijuana...
being so fed 'pon an every layer of us hove.
their body speaks allot 'bout what they want;
gestures certify what they actually need
we only read the texture of their nakedness
rather understanding the gist of their creed.
the hoes stock beer, cider, perry, and mead
we take women to hotel, & breed
the cede of emotionalism we deny to read
& treat women wrong, perhaps, inadvertently...
just in the greed of something that plead.

an open book. the unread-bible, they are.
non-prioritized antidepressant they heart
& LOL -- the lesson of love is more bizarre.
we're being trapped, & lost, & boasted
in the tormented trauma of their tantrum life.
we oft. treat 'em fuckin' wrong
but, in return, want 'em to feed on us right.
is 'tis 'ight? i ain't know what's wrong, in spite
if the legs're open,
my devil in the hell, we love stretching pussies tight.
this's vulgar world where are we all living.
if you are being sane in this not-so sage world
then, i'm sure, you missing the ecstasy of thanksgiving.
feed women right. and get yourself alright.
treat 'em fuckin' wrong. and fuck your brain outta the crap of fuckin' life. 

women - (i)

the cause to our depression
is women.
women be the reason to
its anti-succession.
hardly prioritized antidepressant
they are
sometimes, heal us up
so sometimes, tear us men apart
like a breath of flower,
a bee loves being showered...
with honey,
we -- the bugs -- make
'em look more like yummy-dummy
wilting their fragile fairy with money
here, i'm not talkin'
'bout all women,
but women...
who say nothin' but deserve everythin'
their love be more like something
that oft. feeds on our humor, funny.
and when this humor
starts takin' u-turn,
women become the cause to
our depression
& their memories -- a reason
to our downgrade-digression.

life

***

fuck yo, bitch!

damn! this life -- the life's good.

we long to live, & live the hood.

alive, we are, but how? for long?

the love's life, but where's this home?

we want to search, we need to find

before the time yo eats us alive. 

here, & there, babe! where's my love!?

love's lost so am i in (the) world

the world's bad so am i so bad!

the regret of being good, i dang dread. 

damn! so poor i am... am i?

i don't know, there's why so whys?

in this world, to senseless life

our naivety gone. & purity spoiled. 

what we want is not yet defined. 

bloodiest unidentified purpose to whaaah life!

funny it is to say; to think that love's lust, & lust's sin

the pleasure of love's o' yes it is

but we do treat the ecstasy, akin. 

fuck yo, bitch!!

*** 

you be the shit who spoiled my life;

my career, my time

& thrown me to nights. i'm being drunk...

& sunk.. in what?

i don't know, babe, why i'm shrunk!!

your love was the reason that i dang lied

then screwed my life, & time, & nights

now, you're gone. but i'm damn lone. 

your hoe sis marriage's getting celebrated

with champagne

and here i'm bloody lone & getting fucked outta fuckin' brain!

yo fuck yo, bitch!!

your infatuation got me into trouble. 

i ruined my image! my career, my stardom, my anger dang rage!

now it's getting burst out deep inside

but i'm so failed.. 

at letting it come outta the shell of bombshell!

see bitch, what you've done!

whatcha goddamnit damaged!

i ain't no on rampage

but certainly, deep inside, one day, 

you'll be a fuckin' slave of your hubby; living in his darkest cage

then you'll remind whatcha ya done

to me, to my life, to my image, you bitch!

i ain't wanted your shit, bitch!

i was naive. i was bloody 18! but you were the cheapest thing!

now i'm fully grown so is my hurt

heart's such a vulture alive...

 wrapped up in the coil of f flirtatiously dictative dirt!

yo bitch!

why the hell am i blaming you? 

i know, you ain't know. you know nothing. 

i was the reason so fucking!

i ruined your image; spoiled your nights

you tryna save me, but me wasn't that polite

i ain't hear ya, cos my heart won't hear me

why the hell i did what i fucking done?

this's such a stupid idiotic question i recall every night

& get frustrated outta time

fuck ya, bitch!

but so sorry yo biotch!

i need to get myself stressed off 

so am just writing down whatever i have to

writing's what all i have got

and am thankful to it that at least, am writer

 or else.. 

if i won't, who'd gonna fumble me, bitch

cos, i know.. you and your smile both are more like a crap outta shit!

senseless life

as long as we don't have "sense",
our life's sane,
& love has its own incense.
naivety reflects off..
the ribs of kind beauty
true romance it comes to fetch...
ev'n without amounting the size of b-booties.
then, soon we're stepped out to 'tis wicked world.
life becomes sudoku...
& love looms more like a crack of chess so spooky.
the match of cricket we play.
clean-bold. hit-wicket we get.
fall down on the ground.
stand back...
but till then,
none we find around. oh faaaacks, yo lucy!
only the misery of pain, we find
pain strikes back to heart, we cry
heart goes overwhelmed with hurt
& the glitches of life we come to survive...
amongst this senselessness of this bloodiest senseless life.
we're all lost sense;
have loosen love-incense
dirty pictures we framed up.. ''pon mind
& the wall sin we build, rebuild then drill with fuckin' time.

vulgar night

it's a vulgar o' ye dang night
& your body gonna get high.
throw your sandals right on the floor.
i'm gonna tear your lingerie; make ya sigh!
baby, aye-aye, no goodbye
your moan gonna make you damn 'ight
every scream that you babe take
gonna make you more fragile.
your pussy's so tight
i'm gonna make it look so wide
it's to-&-forth, worldwide
imma snoop deep inside of you to make you dang cry!

private night

don't give me reason. just give me what i want.
baby, i'm freed pigeon;
will haunt your eye-cunt.
i ain't no typewrite; but will rune love-texture...
into your body in italic font;
do write the novel on your body;
but won't let anyone read it, i know i'm sure, daunt
i'm the pleasure of v-venom
infatuation with m-money é yó yá flaunt.
you want the money in b-bank
i'm gonna extol you, or you say... vaunt?
i'll love you in boulevard street;
carry you to my private restaurant
then, you'll get banged. & isn't what'd you babe want?
just don't give me reason
i be here on your haunt
i read your curvy body; am being familiar with your flaunt
you're dang full of scars
flawless claws you got in private-night
imma take you to my room
& will love you like a rebellion in battle of riots-rite.

true romance

will take you into the castle of love.
the fire we bring. pleasure will i shove.
pigeon will i be. & you be my dove.
i prioritize you the first... of all things above.
will bow down my head to your feet
that'll i kiss,
i be your man; will make you my miss.
will get you jimmy-choo, & elvis, brown gucci.
just take me to your night, & be my monica bellucci.
i know, you watch "the notebook"...
"irreversible" have i watched multitudinous times,
allow me to be at your service
& let yourself get free...
in my arms for some nights.
it's called true romance. with furious fire'll i feed.
i'll impregnate you this night when our bodies yo meet.
may be, i'm thief; will steal your everything;
spoil your religion with the breath of your last scream.
it's called true romance? or pure exotica?
i ain't know 'bout love. ev'n love be xxx-erotica.
dirty things we do when we're in love.
the fire do we bring. pleasure us two behove.
your pigeon will i be. & you - be my dove.
i'll prioritize you the first... of all things above.

hotel room

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hotel night

i fuck your pussy; tits in bits,
then'll love you till you're pissed;
shove your ass, i chew your clit;
suck your bud, & break your wrist.
you'll cry & scream. get wheeled.
i'll whirl ya around, untwist.
get on my lap. hey baby... sit!
i'll bounce ya... right on my dick.
90 degree angle is so straight up.
it's our night. you gonna get up...
& then down & down & up.
check on your body. it's hooked up!
it's dang night. you gonna give fuck!