Reading uncivil agreement by Lilianna Mason.
The enemy of political parties is the most problems of the nation and the current state. That is all.
Too many ciggy
too many ciggy
too man cigarettes
oh so tannish
just a reality jolt
Prideful outspoken and bleating hearts yelp for inclusion, leap for the camera at dour occasion.
Searching for a more complete word for man. Earthlings, spiritus corpus, Us. Nature in flesh seems better to me; nature that takes and gives, ravishes and nurtures, builds and destroys. We are part of Nature, Science, things that are and have no classifications or codifying, things in the ether that question themselves and the surroundings, entrapment questions.
Most people’s bravado is self-esteem and jealousy
And I couldn’t hate you but I do just the same
Memories go again and my anger doesn’t change
Thought I was better than this and got over
Just more mirages and smoke cancer mirrors
Feed me the poison cull the remedy
Rhythmic persuasion those hips confuse confound me
Too much time gone but recently understood the personal injury
Maybe it was lovelorn or prideful puncturing
I should get over but in me it repeats
Angry at myself for another reason addition
So much space of loathing must be the Catholic in me
How come I’m only honest when drunk and lonely
Scar face and ugly
Black mirror break it
A Mask for you and you...
I think it’s so easy to do so wrong cause we don’t see ourselves or face the face. Mirrors reflect self-perceived idol of the unreflective idles, only see concern on other one’s faces. Friend, foe and acquaintances furrow brow and wrinkle faces to assess us. Tsk tsk and risk aversion. Criticize the selfish and break up polygamists, keep people safe along with bracing freethinking, embracing self-effacing unless commencing the judging. Heart in right proximity but logic escaping, freebasing rhetoric with doctrines unyielding.
Slops and slurs, pussy and tits on male lips
Vocal arrangements caustic dement distort my squared area of comfort
Loud lascivious exhortations fuster and folly slurps creative juices
Liquid, cream, butter nuts squoze nasty nas rhythmic drippings
I’m just as bad as these lewd clowns making light and bright of bodies in femspot, future holes n wet spot
Chapter 2 sprees
Killer clones clowning melancholy bullies cloying callous kill kill jelly jam us brash skin tags pierce like ears of cow slavery
He’s bright, he’s a aflower
He’s a peacock proper
Strut strut scratch
Beak between the flaps
She burns me and I like it
Sensual being heats my body
Torches blazes my chest, my loins, my everything
Confused heart palpitates
Hard fast beat hard
Love lust lusting for bodice unfolded
Why can’t you hackers do something about trump’s face?! Replace it with an orange with hair on it for every goddamn pic, video link and news blurb out there. All of them so we mortals can get some respite! We don’t need to see His Hideousness in HD so up close! Arrgh
The more you get to know someone the more you find a few things to like. Guy I know, Shane, seems or he puts out image of little but ignorant white guy but past facade he has real thoughts to share, real emotions he may want to get out but his other friends/mates may be lacking in emotional outreach.
Told me some things bout his family siblings cross each other
bad blood bad news
think my relationships with me sisters not good enough but
his are separate
brother sister gone past mending I guess
so it goes
can’t like a man without him sharing the personal
don’t trust until some truth spills forth
always a spilling
males not so accustomed to moments of comrade clarity
so it goes
Right now I’m thinking the common pull is to judge your body.
Reject and criticize all parts.
But right now I say stop and do that after you repair and refresh
Regenerate and love the body then see if you have such things to judge and hate.
If we care first then critique, what are we critiquing but the evolution of ourselves.
The aftermath and banishing of that awful self-loathing parasite we all seem to own.
If we mend we heal; if we push forward we do not back down.
Hating my body really means hating the harsh judgement I heap on myself, yourself.
Care enough about you to care about strength, not physique.
We are confused but care enough will see us through.