Just a Different Day

Wiping the

eyes

from sleep,

laid down

too long

in lullabies

of nightmares,

tossing

ping-pong

wrongs

that didn’t belong

in the cranium,

displaying

dismantling

messages

in megapixels

resolution,

stepping on

arched feet

tip toeing

around the

hardships

warped by

Solutions

sweeping Tomorrow’s

away…,

Sound the Alarm

in noise!

Wake up, to

moving

with poise

facing Today,

as anyday

staying

WOKE.

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Future Dreams

Young

Kings and Queens

flourish

into your

Dreams

reach past

the

highest

Galactic

soaring

in turbo

confidence

and clever

insight

to be

inventive

in your

own

original

Pride.

Wipe Away

copy-cat

Wide eyes

and curious

Keeping Up

with the Who

in

deloris

pre-teen to adulthood,

falsehoods,

No

Good.

Keep accelerating

past

hypnotizing

planets

shining

resoucefulness

to snatched

your

talented

Armor Ship

from

boosting

away.

Be

Innovative.

Be

the

pioneering youth

into

Your Own

Future

creating

Worlds

money

doesn’t exist

and everyone eats

without recipes

for gravity

disasters.

Be fearless.

Extend the

latitude and longitude

of your

imagination

into

hyperdrive orbit

gravitating

to

a magnitude

of everyone

uniquely Gifted

and

Equally cherished,

discovering

Young

Kings and Queens

flourishing

in their

dreams

to Lift-OFF.

Addicted to Your Love

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Addicted to your

touch…

taste… and tongue…oooh baby,

tonight,

I want some…

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,

All of your loving…

Baby,

kissing and hugging…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Addicted!

Addicted to your

Straightforwardness..,

and the way

you can handle this…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Baby,

we dont have to

play

no games

take off your clothes

our pleasure

we’ll proclaim…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted to your loving,

ooh baby

I want all of you

for exploring…oooh baby,

taser

shaking

love making…Gimme, Gimme…,

hands grabbing

for more…Gimme, Gimme,

Baby,

I am addicted to you…ooh, baby, baby.

Let me satisfy

our cravings with

our wildest imagination

tonight,

ooh, baby, it will be alright…

put it on me…all-night…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Addicted!

I am addicted to your love,

your love,

your

Love…your love…

ooooh, baby,

you got me…addicted!

The Perfect Star?

Can you catch a perfect star?

No replica or settling

for less

of Love

precious in True love

infections…

Observing the sky at night you see plenty of stars, Right?

When I look up there…Out of all of the stars I see only one that’s the brightest one, the sweetest one, the kindest one… the most reliable one…

to

my eyes to see,

tongue in nature’s sight

you sprung on me tonight

something special I’ve never seen.

I caught a star.

The best star for me in perfection.

It’s taken years

finally,

I think I found you, and you found me…I’ve never touched a star before…Glowing hot!

Will it or will it not…Burn me if I touch it right?…

I’ll wait and see,

Time for us equals to cool down in degrees.

Time is our best destiny, to see the things in each…It’s just not that easy to catch the perfect star!

I want this star to show me if I’m not regretting or being deceived

by a light

that’s not really

for me.

Time…For you…Time…For me…I don’t want to hurt you and you don’t want to hurt me.

So catching the perfect star

can rather be good

or rather bad

for you or me.

Love in reality time letting your love grow never asking

why

there’s only

one star for me….

You are that perfect star.

Ruby Spider

She was home

alone

to

night candles

lit

and

slow Jams

playing

in the bedroom

as a Ruby Spider

sprung from

her window

unleashing

a web-spell

hypotzing

her to

be

Caught

into his

web.

Wiggling

her body

alot

feeling

the knots

neglected

to be

healed

in

mesmerization

by the

uniqueness

of the

Ruby Spider

eyes…

she

craved for

more…

Arching

her back

waiting

for the

Ruby Spider

to crawl in

for the

attack

fulfilling her

with his

poisonous

venom

to sleep.

BeEvil the Bride

A bride who caused so much pain,

a perfect master at puppeteering her groom’s heart and brain.

BeEvil was her nickname for loving riches and fame.

She wore a white dress with pride,

but underneath she was a deranged bride.

Heartless, she beat her groom to death with whip and chains.

Merciless, she drove his body in front of a train.

Patiently, she waited for the greedy green to be claim,

swearing to the law she is not the one to blamed.

Judge had evidence and ordered BeEvil to be detained.

She was baffled how she got caught in her own creative game.

Refused to go to prison she set her own body into flames.

BeEvil was dead so she says to the next groom jumping the broom.