A Refined Collection
A REFINED COLLECTION BY MARCUS WRIGHT
LIBERATION
What once held you down, Can catapult you into orbit. Those experiences that drown you… That thought that clowns you. Traumas that found you Where is the meaning?
Inside, that prize That’s structured so right. You mustn’t deprive, Things which come from on high. The clay inside the stone, That breaks the mold. To bring power forth, Like never before.
Now the product of compact pressure. All those nights of self inflicted lecture How you let down your peers and endless tears That gave you anxiety and grief, Yet you stood firm in belief. That polished glow and that stainless finish. Far from perfect, but next to a glimpse. Of what could be, if that next step… Is as dense as it should reach To a crowd that welcomes a motivational speech. Welcome to that kid that no one wanted to teach.
DUSTING
To dig so deep That you awaken mid-sleep Just to thirst, not eat How you desire great plates On tables with white sheets Can you believe such a setting Set in time ahead of a heading You once jotted atop of paper, That you want to rake up.
Take time to recover. Since you are like no other, to shine and butter On toast and knife Despite sights Of ignorant plight Smart, not wise Yet to demise Cuz the top is too high
Reaching for inspiration That hasn’t met aspiration Since words won’t always mean destination Information Should be paid for Once looked upon, Then made glow Sighs leaning against a payphone Extinct Need you say more? These ink shots shoot, Lay low!
COME
My eyes stalked her. What had been present for a while, I just discovered. She sat, elegant Even moved and gestured effortlessly The colors blended so eloquently. I paused to speak. Observation my thing. To notice and read, for future convo Just see. The ruby toned dress to match the accessories, You can’t miss. Soft skin and deep eyes Sexy legs and healthy hair Thighs that weaken men, and a touch, just decadent.
Slowly the approach… Good evening rose. As her scent and aura shook my core. You can’t prepare for a majestic presence. She looked and smiled as I pulled up beside. I asked if she was waiting? The response, debating. I suggested to keep her company for a few, since her mind was set on skating. Her smile and posture captivated my dating. Except, still type strangers Hopefully in the next sentence that changes. I couldn’t stop admiring her greatness. The tone of voice to her thick curves. I don’t mind patience.
Again I showed my charm, since her contact wasn’t in my phone. We connected over patron. Not too much though… I’m in that zone. I wanted to feel her insides and watch her ride my pole. I wanted her legs on my sides and ass in my palms. I need her to cream down and scratch me up. The pleasure from the pain has to cum. All night I yearned for it. If her skin rubbed against mine I got goosebumps. Can she feel this? The body chemistry imagined future and present tense. Visions of sexual collaboration Damn, what a hit. The knowing isn’t needed, Just the right chance to go!
COMPOSURE
Stuck, yet not stagnant Uncomfortable, just adamant Adversity comes natural Just make a way, that’s actual. Build a plan. Connect the pieces. Tetris those legos Beyond distinction, Yet break that threshold No recognition To lose, not let go Another decision Basking in adrenaline Where your glands need no middlemen Thoughts have caved in. Muscles straight tighten
Obstacles arise, even in fright What’s all good, Can turn into flight. Fight! Press! Clinch the greatness. Since the unknown hasn’t left yet. Light maintenance Great destress Unshaken Still avoid a regress. Progress is always better with allegiance. Solo works prove independence. Errors cause progression dips. Victory is never earned off a whim.
TRUE GRIP
I will keep it, as long as possible. hold on to it, because it’s valuable I will strain my muscles, just to prove a point. the hold established in my mind, is stronger than the grips joining flesh. The stress filled steel founding sky scrapers. Tsunami waves that smirk over land…
I will contain this, as long as I can, even after time has stopped. Right before the end. Letting go is not an option. what a paramount priority
So much has been underappreciated. taken advantage of Mistreated, Destroyed, NO! I will not, nor will I ever… Let go.
STANDING STILL
The place where I have been for so long. The setting where I was most comfortable. home for scattered thoughts panic, to make decisions The rush to find balance. frantic But I thought my choices were limited.
Could there be more substance? Why is this justified? these headless battles infinite research spent energy Fatigue What a mind maze…
Somehow, I have reached a calm plain. through the black smoke The abstract attractions, just outside of the ever so familiar terrain. efficient and methodical organized chaos What a better state…
CIRCLE OF WORDS
Some, no Most of them ignore it, feed it careless expressions. find more interesting activities, to them
The few that listen… however, those interested, Intrigued, captured even What a benefit of self.
A network of information. slow duplicating even the skeptics circle It’s too late to occupy the source(s). News has now been filtered throughout. What an inspiration, along with the absence of technology. seriously, no fun Progressively appreciating exponentially, in a matter of minutes. So many have missed so much… All alike, yet unique minds operating so differently. As we witness the power of a simple question.
A Ghost
For the images alone, it’s worth it. During the day they even haunt me. I fall in love with the ghost of you. I never care to see me. The passionate cinemas, I escape to them. write novels, essays, to reunite me with those sensations
Her body is of angelic royalty. Her presence will suffocate your lungs, and yet, I could die. She is of nothing I have ever witnessed. Her skin, more precious than brown gold. The poetry she speaks… Each syllable, dares not disappoint. One could never re-create the flawless traits of her soul. embodied power A man should take out civilizations, just for her pheromone fragrance.
Now, as I lay alone, with only the memories of a Queen. I’m consumed with these unfinished scripts…
FROZEN
Her scent improves her magnificent complexion. That so curvy figure. She dances effortlessly. Silky-smooth, just strolling across the room. Those tight jeans she pulls, just to show the texture of her legs. while she sits, bouncing with all of the poses To magnify each soft grip handle and juicy exterior. Her moist skin laced with the sweetest aromas. Establishing a glow envied by the sun. More than just plants survive from her touch. warm center in thick thighs defining sides devine insight Your imagination hasn’t seen these eyes. cheeks better than those deep dimples That curly hair against your skin would destroy you, from your soul to each individual hair follicle. A death of the purest form.
A DEAD SON
I see the real you now, thanks to my brothers and sisters. You used to be so proud. so satisfied I was the “Golden Child”. I was much younger then.
Eventually I would experience life.. see the world observe others and their families To feel love and witness loyalty. I realized that comfort was not love. I had become a man through much insight.
In time, I would come home. I wondered where the love had gone. the way you speak I felt like an outcast. Is it because of a new man in the house? I must’ve let you down somehow. I can only be me. It seems that this son is only worthy of compassionate phrases. If only true love was able to be seen, then maybe, what is invisible to you, wouldn’t hurt me.
CLOUDED WALLS
The smoke hinders you. binded to your interests, assisting your stagnation potential is pulling at you advancement is awaiting If only you could reach a particle of the big picture. Of course, it is bigger than you. Your analysis only reaches as far as your fingertips. Whatever has promise, you sent. A comfort zone of misguided trust. incorrect role models, happy with these things of no value
Perhaps… When these tainted clouds clear, you shall understand. Maybe, when you see through the fake, in desire for what is real, You could be more. In turn, those who you rejected will not be around. so you see… The real journey to knowledge and truth, will be the most difficult.
BARELY SHELTERED HOPE
As I sit here, alone, in a room full of space. An old chair, barely worth it’s function. With a table just as stable as the half-hinged screen door. Adjacent a living room worthy of no company at all. floor boards as noisy as they are weak Only a couple working lights, just enough to create inspiration. just enough kitchen tools to prepare a meal an ice box hardly big enough falling apart cupboards
The roof needed patching, but no neighbors were seen. The breeze blew the tea aroma upwards to where no promise was shown. Where age and experience were redundant traits, upside was present.
Somehow… Motivation had arrived. amidst the hopelessness an establishment If life was going to take it’s toll, then I too must leave an unforgettable mark on the world.
SOULFUL
Find a way to reset, before it’s too late. after each journey each loss… The ongoing stress. the constant deciphering and hushed questions
Return to yourself, after you incorporate new parts. remove all danger remain on track Never let a temporary condition perminately exist. What is really at stake?
Succeed ahead of your past. What determines your worth? How valuable are you in your weakened state? Your strongest? Look up! Do not fall inside. Proceed, carrying the knowledge of everything that tried to kill you.
POOR SUCCESS
It starts with so much life, so much aspiration. Fueled with all this ambition. The answers you longed for. Peace at the core, which you often retreat to. The favorite soundtrack that plays as a constant reminder.
A plethora of reinforcements, all because others do not believe. Most will not be able to back you. Just give up… If not you, then who? knowledge and innovation spreads
For all of those before you, you sacrifice. your image reputation Friends turn strangers, then strangers turn ambassadors. Ideas turned into movements. Excitement behind a dream.
After all of the sweat and pain, now they smile and show appreciation. You’re different now… Only interested in the impossible.
REMINISCENT FOOTPRINTS
Absolutely, I indulge Yesterday was absent. Today, who knows? Tomorrow looks bleak. What a feeling? Too bad that I can’t create it.
A precise detail at the perfect time. priceless interactions that bliss A place where everything slows down. The future exists, because of this I rush to this place. Home away from home.
Peace intellectual climax All of the answers, and none of the nonsense. This is where I focus. I hope soon, I arrive once more. an inspiring collection
TRAUMA
I wonder… What ever happened to that jacket? I sure did endure the punishment. I’m sure it was worth it. Whomever needed it, I’m sure it’s appreciated.
Even then I hated losses. stinging pain Blood was drawn. Like the one you lost. To this day, you wish you could go back.
However, every time there was loss, there was growth. transformation All of these childish feelings. Look at you now. molded together EXP To create a character. just to love fully help efficiently Stand up, while others sit. A branded mark within a universe, because now you won’t be broken.
SPEED OF LIGHT
The window is so small. However, in this window change is constant. memories manipulated relationships defined There is no need to rush, only a reason to dismiss regret.
So many different departures… new arrivals limited opportunities In these moments we must cultivate, create, form foundations, enforce direction.
For everyone with purpose, all of those with a vision, when those voices are gone, leaders forgotten, the passion missing, families broken, pain overwhelming…. You’ll wish those windows were oceans, how they managed to close in seconds.
ORBITS UNION
Without a doubt, she is the sun. The silence in her presence exposes her power. From within, she glows… She is one in a million, through the correct eyes.
Knowing this, If you should happen to go through life in her absence, depression would probably follow. isolated and ice cold A darkness one rarely encounters.
If you should happen to hurt her, death would be an easy way out. However, if you have the courage to love her, if you are able to guide her to peace, she would create a new world. manipulate the universe, just the two of you Rewards which are well worth the sacrifices.
THE GRAND STEPS
Through my journey, as I activate the individual ripples. the bending of landmarks compassionate contacts Loyalty even with distance. An atmosphere blossoming. infinite reaches absent chaos exposing the less substantial
The rush of advantage. The constant pursuit of influential form. exhausting efforts reaccuring pain focused value increase flawless Supreme quality fueled, invisible rewards, within worlds, created to make a difference.
PAPER ROUTE
This was no ordinary circle. One in unison. stepping together muscle memory The removal of doubt through religious repetition. rehearsal of trained form Thick pride that embraced their world. A reign so imposing…
A mechanical operation. leaving enemies helpless blueprints of information and riches everlasting wealth Infinite foundations, filled with pure notes. exponential potential Jumping portals of time effortlessly… in an instant progressively duplicating data
COMPLETE
Lost in ourselves. Looking down at the pieces. What do they all mean? What if the puzzle can’t be completed? How much time do we have?
Maybe there is greatness here, which is yet to be seen. guidance, once overlooked A missing step of perspective surrounded in chaos. Giving up would be suicide if something of substance was spotted. Certain things could be relevant, but the journey is so tedious… What good would help do? these moments images deeply rooted No one could possibly understand this.
