Hostage X

Rooms of Rome in denigrated applause, i stage a riot and whisper the fuels of factions, I saw Him come and held in his hands was a whip for me, laughed in his face and told Him use that on me and the day you breathe will be your last. I saw Rome at night it was taken by presidencies of crafts, i rejoice in pagan applause and find climax in war locked whores, Yield and show yourself to the ni9ght, i want my breathing to curse delight i want a sausage in my mouth yet i know it turn to gall once it reaches my stomach, Prophets held in crimson tides of blood spill i do account, Don't try to be in harems at Bay it will lead to sorceress in debts, Harbor views i burn in mews Nothing can envisage the delicacy of cock come right. Held hostage by the Brothel in my North

waves cover her pristine i taste salt on her and what it did was make her full up with a strenght of flavour.

i taste her in the sunrise of evening.

The sunrise of evening

How could you lead the setting in memory of the heat that was storm Katrina

held in visions of ecstasy, didn't you set it alight,reigning in the sky. Visuals of brothels alive in water, i could not resist the cleansing,visual spectacular,running to stop the show,living in the pantomime of digress,it was you i saw carrying a lamb on your arms to safety with tears becoming homed in your face of egregious malevolence. I love you fiercely, yet in a second of sun i saw a moment of none. i was in a state of nothingness. Yet i was floating, and that's disaster.

Night watch

Night watch creeps, i take to watch the scene.

Carry the torches to sea depths and do witness the yield of the sea creature to the light of your heart in response to the radiation held in the window of your soul

i cease the gamble watching you from the towers as you travel to the depths in search of that source of response that no one seems to give you, I ready myself to know the form of speech you speak to the sea when you let go and release your body to the crest of the waves, i couldn't bear but leave the payment of civilization to your toll, you answer for their unwelcome. i watch you from eternities future eye and see you in a prism of good, Let me, Allow me.

Early wishes of African Diety

in Warsaw,Poland i saw the contoured messages i sent containing the subjects of early tribal wishes made to African deity, it pined, in it's ebb to flow in the streets of primitive marks i made to ancient outreach, i had hoped for glimpses to catch the eyes raised in the tribes and in the neighborhood. it costs nothing but early illusion to set in the tide of consciousness and leave the head ways to the droppings of beliefs. in ready motion i signal its climax.

i raised the volume of my airy decadence and i fill the room with whispers of internal domains, opened up to the region of tempests and unruly Manors i vehemently describe oh that scribe of prophet writings Knowing the path is yet warlocked, i can't harbour its route without my jaws raising signal, i must capital my horror show to the grooming of dogs

Catch me in the city know me in neon lights use me in the the unmarked squares and pit fall my demise in Kodak Theater lounges

Lounge siblings in a wired contotion of male strip

i remember being headed in the placing nets of catching butterflies to safety, i wonder how that figures

I compass my movement, i herald my maze turns, i take accounts in my head, my body rages, Similar to the plot of land fights,i fight for my feet to walk, its the message i give that i am not allowed to associate with the sex i heed, i will remember the reign in by my metamorphosis, i grill and totally turn.

I was walking pass my mouth to his attention

Catching his mantra

Sight gave me the allusion of his meditation, Used to the view of plurality. He maims me with his solidity, Absolute engagement, i sense and see his build, Amusement i let my body take predominance, i will lose so i let my kinetics engage in my security, How did i come to lose this round, All i have come to decide is lost in the reality of his essential make Who runs the mills in the place of desires who quenches and locks the muse Kate Moss for the desires met Abaddon similar to Abandon. That is his mantra.

The Harem of my body.

taken by the centrals of my body, i forsook or decided to lose the route and came to the alternitive, rumors form fleets to the denial of my anatomy, i search the start knowing of the end, reindeer huntress looking to combat the leisure of access, i rule the empire of thinking with the wit of my mouth, Governor thoughts teach me of unrelenting muse, all that i search i couldn't find in my harem, They do harem my body.