Viking Love Now

Welcome into my medieval mind

where we stand as barbaric in love

for we advocate lies

spitting truth only to furnish more lies

as our smiles stand as "sagas" on their own

for we endorsed frowns to cover our deeds

awarding certificates

to ones we conquer.

Viking on a pursuit

we voyage into the plains to find cities

and conquer hearts,

to see them pleading

mercy as a tale

we forget to revisit.

For we are!

Warriors without bounds.

Our homes as the crowns of war

behead in lies that bind

as we chase those who hide

assassinating their strength

to quench our yearning.

So! Welcome to my medieval mind

where evil is the power we hold

tormenting the souls

for we are warriors after love

and our saga is hard to tale.

*"No Cap!" It Hurts To Hate.*

I choose to be a perfect replica of pain.

As I dived hemad first

Only to catch myself bleeding

Maybe it was just my subconscious pleading

Cause,

I forgot

how it felt

When the dagger plunged deep

Or when I jumped onto retrograde train.

For backwards,

I saw time riding upon my soul

Cutting out on angels

Ready to deliver my smiles

Arming up with a pick

Straight into the devils mine

Hoping to find mine

A gem that was never mine.

For I altered my heart at the seam

Hoping to mend us

And caught a flight to cloud 9

Only to find myself chucked out of heaven before 9

Straight to the pavement splash

Where I choose to be the perfect replica of pain.

Wilding Love Thoughts

 "Please wait!"

She blunted from the ceiling

torn out of hope

as the day regressed to the nest

and time seemed to rush to an arrest

Her words began to escape

and shut down momentarily.

In splitting seconds to hours

The air tensed as he eyed her ferociously.

"But, How could you?"

The clips of the scene

rolling looped in his mind

strength sipping out at every clip roll.

As the incident ganged up on him

and thoughts hipped up

into a campfire.

His eyes continuously starred at the bed

now a stranger's corner.

Love! had tied a knot upon his soul.

His words were alien to himself.

She had become the sun,

her action blue as the sky

but her words a partly cloudy intention.

as it set alight his pile of thoughts

straight into a bonfire.

The Last Tangle

 I slept my heart into a storm.

And discover my soul torn to cause

as I begged for forgiven

but crickets were all that graced the air

while distant silence deafened the room.

Just like a dream

sleepwalked into

Reality had finally divorced the sun from day

and packed along with my heart

burying my soul while at it.

Donut Crave

 Foreshadowing my former self

I found my tongue singing a hymn

only the enchanted sing.

For;

from the darkness of my core

I was a cause of the lost

seeing love as Poorman's dream.

But these verses had to be sung,

to be unsung.

As my ululating soul rejoiced

on the freedom front of emptiness.

But just like a hurricane,

on a sunny day.

She clouded my way

& distorted the dance of life

used to my feet.

As I finally discovered the pothole fill

to the void at the center.

She decanted the darkness

that used to be the cause of smiles.

Straight into the pure joys,

the Poorman used to enjoy, selfishly

without an alert to others

still dimed to the light.

Amor Sentiment

 Let me spit a few tongues

Because the rum you gave

Hit's the head hard

Not heard from the slain thoughts 

Probing the heart for my mistake.

"Lo Siento!"

I fell deep

But drowned in

And your hand was absent

So I kept mopping the vomit off my eyelids

Watching the space cold.

"Muchísimas gracias!"

Never once

Did I see this dance on the horizon

Shieling the whispers of my soul

To the un-recanting beat steps

"She loves me. She loves me not!"

Plucking my feeling in the void.

"¿Donde esta mi amor?"

An Author's Cry

 

An author's cry

From a continent deemed have no lights

Seen from the loophole of my skin

Where silence grace the paper

And words filter the atmosphere

As my talents are my undoing

For she came with her heart dangling

Like sacrifice onto the alter she claimed

But in all honesty

My words she sought to incarcerate

As I was the beauty she despised.

 

After my tears rolled down on paper

She tears my heart to please her arrogance

Wearing a crown of superiority

She lies of being of good heart

Yet allotting a Judas kiss

Under the cover of the night

As my skin speak of my unprivileged plea

She snatches the saint line

And feed my soul

Off her infidelity games

That my sheets wrinkle at day

Awaiting the night

Where she host another.

 

Claiming the dangerous words

Her hate lies in the bed of my legacy

Crowning my head a destitute

But my pants speaks highly of her desires

As she probed my bed with her scent

That the truth get scattered between the sweat of two

Under the blanket without

Chewing my soul with her lustrous buffet

For she came with her heart dangling

Acting out like a lamb

But internal a wolf on rampage

Purging my skin with her glorious lies

Her words.

 

Who was to believe?

When her skin was true

And mine

Came from a continent deemed have no lights

And the streets glory given to those who lies

For history was her words

Under my skin

Deleted to stand a fair trail

As she author a lie to stand true

And debunk the truth as lies

For she was superior

So the world claimed

Neglecting my tears rolling on the paper.

 

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