The distinct internal writings of two jezebels, Caressed by the numerous, like toes in summer sands, Bringing us homeward bound, To the lecherous natures within, Sauve tongues lick the gospels of sin, Locutions cascading in the night’s aerate, Whispering naughty fashions against the lobes, Inflammational thoughts swell the ‘moist areas of tension’, Reasons of seduction, I deduced? This rationality appears, then dissipates rapidly, A strong wind of desire desperately shed light, Not unlike that of Florida’s perceperational attributes, Nature grasps it’s social butterfly in a ‘Cocoon of Dereliction’, The moth inside has died like puberty, The sexual avarice of a demigod is warranted, The ‘Pheromones of Lust’ cloud the mind, Lust is in the Air
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Tyronn Rahda Monroe
poet, violinist, musician, short story writer, furniture builder, artist, photographer.....etc....and recently trying to write screenplays. Covid has dictated that I must travel down exciting, new roads of prosperity to survive financially.
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Spray
Engage into intellect, tally reason, Genius is water, clear cavities of intellectual abyss, a doublet of momentous voluntary, clairvoyance of one’s atmosphere, a relic of genealogical splendor, retire any notion this tenet may possess, fore, this is a ceiling that holds no floor, or shall I report, a floor that paralleled only by that of open visuals, dance in your own invertible jubilee, soundly knowing, up can be down and visa-versa, in the realm of knowledge, nullity does not draw breath, in this race to save humanity, serendipitously accurate passages for mankind to pursue only exist, a relished ‘cinder of erudite’, congenitally grasped from genius to genius, spraying alphanumerical sentience to breath incessantly
By Tyronn Rahda Monroe3 years ago in Poets
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