Solitaire

we're all born to play
on defense
which makes perfect sense
since
even if you don't play the game
it doesn't exempt being played with
no offense...
nobody gets benched
and that’s some bullshit
what if we get tired?
constantly being taught life, love, and relationships
are nothing
but a game
cleverly masked by a politically correct name:
"survival of the fittest"
HA!
it's more fitting to call it
"survival of the slickest"
'cause
we blatantly bluff compassion
and
radically renege love
in
strategy to "outsmart" each other
pre-determining roles on the top of the score sheet
"me" vs. "you"...(aka “the fool”)
tallying 1ups under "me"
and
man downs under “you”
consumed so much in having the upper hand that
we only face our face cards
oblivious to what lies hiding beneath them
...the OTHER joker in the game
the guaranteed fool
blindly betting on the setbacks of everyone else
trying to fool the hand you were originally dealt
with lies of triumph you dealt yourself
never really realizing
we’re really playing ourselves...

claiming all of these wins when it’s not even in the cards

Over You

you sunk so low

that you

foolishly

buried yourself

i didnt even have to pick up my shovel

of flaws to help

you dug your own grave

filled it up with all your dirt

now lie

desperately

suffocating

while i sit back and smirk

'cause

where your existence now dwells

is the same inescapable grave

where you tried to bury my sanity

instead

but

im still standing

six feet over

you

Love Thyself

i masturbate

mentally

quite frequently

making thought provoking love

to my psyche

probing it

from every possible perspective

to the point where i surprise my damn self

with how much saturated pain

ejaculates from my brain

in the form of spirited prose


thoughts at my fingertips


i mean...

who else

other than myself

is capable of such climactic mental stimulation

...?


dont worry, i'll wait.....

On Top :|Mind Sex Pt. 2|:

unbutton my apprehension
and
kiss the womb of my intuition
while penetrating my cognition
as if you’re on commission for every exchange
of heart
slowly undress me
in security
and gently stroke
my ego
savor the sweetest kiss of understanding
as you spiritually explore my ins
and outs
sending chills up my spine
that stimulate my mind
in attempt to find that spot
deep
in my cerebrum
where my metaphysical G-spot is

lie back

succumb to the enigma of my pleasure dome
as you become entranced
with how deep the capacity of my brain really goes
and
how blissfully intense this river of my ambition flows
as i
ascend your mountain of gratuitous patience
dying of mental malnutrition
feeding off your erudition
on top of your world

my favorite position

The Lying, The Bitch, & Your Wardrobe

as you sit there

basking

in spiteful satisfaction

remember

every action

has an equal or opposite reaction

so

as i fashion this matchin' outfit

of your audacious callousness

dont be so surprised...

...

...i have on your clothes