Aug 17, 2021
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I wanna taste your seminars
Lick up and down your Boulevards
Caress your galaxy as we spoon
Harvesting through your moon
Astrologize every curve in your universe
Let my tongue speak the art of seduction to your golden candy
Until you burst into vanilla flames and kingdom cum....
The Light
The mystique of light Was sacrificed In the darkness of night The holy rights For men with a spiritual appetite Was purified Through the road of life Somewhere there lies a tunnel Leading to a pyramid To abridge the gap Of ancient artifacts That the present day human lack What a slap in the face Just a taste of no tomorrow Don't feel sorrow Because God lives There once was a man Whom walked a thousand miles Just to give back to all of God's kids "He was hung" The village he was from Realized some heroes went unsung Now every Sunday morning they sang Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in water God is going to trouble the waters The music quickly drowned And villages started to formulate into towns A very eccentric sound started to be heard It spoke in these words Let freedom ring! Let freedom ring! Let freedom ring! And no longer did man see color In black and white Just because they touch "The Light" Life has no boundaries just pivotal points and any problems you have can be solved. Materialistic things are self sacrifice to one's downfall: Because in the end all you can do is cherish your memories. This why the light of life is so important. Because once one touches light one can finally live their life. But since everyone doesn't touch the light. We as a society are plagued by death, destruction and mayhem. So in closing I decided to give you my light through the write. Sincerely yours, Shawn N Jones
I'M A WRITER
I'm a writer: A flagrant wordsmith of diction A paragraph of addiction A novel of insanity A trilogy of intoxication Hands fidgeting to begin the pen molestation Raping sheet after sheet of loose leaf paper From the highest power comes a fortunate fortune The ability to articulate invisible portraits I make words connected look so gorgeous I'M A WRITER