tasty |
lips squeeze slices of starfruit to squirt truth @ the world sooth spit like juice be the seeds of verse thoughts thirst & burst into a language built to nourish © Taushia B. Griswo...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 01:15:00 PST |
southpaw clawed crazy cry baby |
caint color inside the lines never owned the desire wont waste rhyme nor water// respectfully fears fates fire hates yellow painted happy faces & surprised filled snacks darkside daughter ...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 05:09:00 PST |
haunted |
swirls of burgandy & rose wine brandy her aura be strong, yet sweet like liquor filled candy she sees sex as a treat empathetically sensitive, she senses him insatiably sensuous succulent succubus...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 04:52:00 PST |
((( i heard u, i ain't blind! ))) |
i watched a weeks worth of wound up words work their waythrough wisdomhis ummm..perfect lips .they held my attentioni listened ..with eyeswhile myears swore they heard moansi bet he tasted like ...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 05:50:00 PST |
Nigger//Nigga |
came across a great site....one i think everyone should read in its entirety, one that should be in schools...
http://www.ferris.edu/jimcrow/menu.htm
below is some of what i read there. lots of intere...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Sun, 21 May 2006 10:27:00 PST |
sUpAheRo |
the tender in his touch told tales that exposed just a lil too much his heavy heart hung like thick tension when them blues is sung he harbored hope & held tight to my daydreams ...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Tue, 02 May 2006 01:15:00 PST |
left for dead. |
off the coast of the emotionally ignored there is an ocean of spit the depths of which have yet to be explored undiscovered scripts scattered cross virgin floors salt begs to be expressed not r...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 08:41:00 PST |
with my pen... |
with my pen comes collections& shouts of amenmirrored reflectionsof souls scribedfrom the mind of a seerpower of my vibeconverting non-believerswith my peni take imaginationtime & againto dist...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 04:17:00 PST |
storm clouds burst from being swoll |
that thnnder u hear rumblin...low...roll s l o w build-up of fear striking bright bolts ignite interesting ideas brilliant light boldly appears oddly provides no warmth nor insight ...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 09:06:00 PST |
the grapes may have very well been sour... |
it wasnt for me to say couldn't reach them/him. s0 id never know either way but i will say this though... his vine grows wild in my mind leavin seeds cummin lapped up & licked from cracks of d...
Posted by Må®Y JåÑë ßû®Ñ§ on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 05:57:00 PST |
