Monday, April 6, 2015

CONFESSIONS

'CONFESSIONS
...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

It's time for some true confessions 
To clear of a disturbed conscience 
About late last night a dog you bit 
The aerie darkness its howl pierced 
Sweet melody danced by the devil 
On the heart of an innocent child 
Buried on the shores of a paradise 
Hanging in the hot furnace of hell.

It's time for some mean confessions
O father, forgive me not this once 
Bottomless black bowl buried bare
Sick with anguished romantic flare
Copulating cancerous desire naked 
Bamboozled by bitches be boastin'
Timid daffodil swimming in ill wind 
Drowning down deep, dead it goes

It's time for yet another by-confession
Leprous fingers sunk in blue olive oil 
Proud poles of perished souls singing 
Like Titanic in a blood sea, made mad 
Climbing phallus up a dementia's flick
Like the cheetah in a slow chameleon 
Doomed salvations offered for 'Sales'
At a price, fools compete to out-shine 

One last please if I may a confession
I farted out loud before her majesty 
A smile, a kiss, plus a gold coin for it 
Before immersion in a void I avoided 
Oops another fart speaks truth too late 
Carrying crying crystals of pain within 
Shower of embers embedded in thy envy 
Yet the sun I am, burning, giving, flaming life.

(c)2015 Tijjani M. M. 
All Rights Reserved' ...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

It's time for some true confessions
To clear of a disturbed conscience
About late last night a dog you bit
The aerie darkness its howl pierced
Sweet melody danced by the devil
On the heart of an innocent child
Buried on the shores of a paradise
Hanging in the hot furnace of hell.


It's time for some mean confessions
O father, forgive me not this once
Bottomless black bowl buried bare
Sick with anguished romantic flare
Copulating cancerous desire naked
Bamboozled by bitches be boastin'
Timid daffodil swimming in ill wind
Drowning down deep, dead it goes.

It's time for yet another by-confession
Leprous fingers sunk in blue olive oil
Proud poles of perished souls singing
Like Titanic in a blood sea, made mad
Climbing phallus up a dementia's flick
Like the cheetah in a slow chameleon
Doomed salvations offered for 'Sales'
At a price, fools compete to out-shine.

One last please if I may a confession
I farted out loud before her majesty
A smile, a kiss, plus a gold coin for it
Before immersion in a void I avoided
Oops another fart speaks truth too late
Carrying crying crystals of pain within
Shower of embers embedded in thy envy
Yet the sun I am, burning, giving, flaming life.

(c)2015 Tijjani M. M.
All Rights Reserved

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