Absence

Bumpin vintage Biggie,
Trying to conceive answers for the unanswered.
Wasting time.
The most beautiful image is watching the sky's shade to black.
Reflecting on times, distant moments that have passed...
Shoulda-woulda-coulda
gets you nowhere
living in the moment,
makes things (seem) to last forever... only creating everlasting memories.
Nothing is what it seems.
You feel the truth,
there's no mathematical equation to solve.
What is true and what is real is seen behind closed doors
Engulfed by four walls
Enveloped in the arms of another
The tactile sense of one's heart beat against yours
Scrutinizing what's beyond the black pupil...
That's what's real.



Living with what's going now is what they say we're suppose to do
I look around to only find we're living in the window to our past.
Holding on to memories, things, people...
overstepping what's standing right there in front of you
touching you, yearning to be acknowledged.
what an unwinnable situation this is.
I press for more time, waiting upon your arrival...
Speaking of arrival...ugh, where are you?
Its evident you're not Here.
But If I could, I would-- lyric you in lilacs
Hold you captivated
Mystified by my state of mind.
Prisoner of Words-- prisoner of my words.
They'll haunt you-- just as I do in your sleep.
By the way, can you not be the last thought on my mind before I lay down to rest.
It's quite tiring.




Comrades, how many of us have them?
I've was wanted a group of girl friends
like Sex in The City...
stepping out of the town, fucking these dudes just as they fuck us.
Battle of the sexes, constantly at war...
my actions speak of peace, protesting alone.
So I'm silenced.
Not really having a care in the world or wondering how the world is taking us in.
Fuck Me Pumps? Naw Fuck Me Boots...
Better watch out, I will step on you...
This is a dog-eat-dog world.
You're not my opponent.
We may be playing the same game...
ON different levels, catch-up.
I don't see you.



Banging the vintage leather and lace corset Chia skirt
Faded grey Nike crew-neck with the two holes in the right sleeve.
They cost a pretty penny...
But money comes and money goes
Had it all, Had none at all,but give me about a month and I'll have it all again.
Better carry you're umbrella,
They say it never rains in sunny California
That was then this now, I've arrived.
No need for an introduction, save your applause, but please close your mouths.
Drooling may get them wet...
but money makes me cum.
Not looking to get mines... cause I GET MINE, on my own.
No mutual masturbation, I need no help.