Transgressors, both finding seas
And oceans to live harmoniously,
Potato chips and blackened sauce
With a taste of whiskey of 1979
And some ways of gruesome,
Curiosity is not positive
Then over and over
You will ask God
Gestures didn’t mind the universe
Millions of queries fight each one
Then ambivalence endured hostility
Psycho-sexual abnormality is caused
Of parent-child desirable
To discharge the weakness
But unluckily devastated
Situating the status quo
Blaming ones who made it
Big word gone worse than beard
Because we are nymphs
Likely to engage with lust
With love until thy seals’ broken
Accused us —————–sodomy?
“Where is the condom?”
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You’re strong within
Winds may be irritating
Just stand firm
‘Cause your body is a dungeon
Of muscular tightly holding
Of cells fighting against dolls
Of senses becoming fairytale sparrow
And of hands and feet that bathing orbs
When the stars cry, don’t wish upon
It cannot be good to depend on flying
Like you’re undeniably changing to Jack
And if it’ll the ground or the ocean
When a ghost is around you
Deny its existence, close your eyes
Seeing black world is mentholizing
If he touches, scream like your obssessed
To every worrying killers
You might scare them or cry them
At the end, stand firm, stand firm.
Sweaty part of petals
Where we avoid radical peace
And patience indeed
We just stab or even we sting
No desistance occurs
At the rose’s braced linings
We dream of cornucopia
Until one of us deceived
Took all its young abundance
And damn! I’m still on dreaming..
Then there’s big sun-like
Big black with darken seedlings
And a yellow like-guardians around
Thought that we only played them.
We let one produce…nevermind.
And a perennial stemmed daisy
Some say a herb or procurement
We say no because we quarrel
We curse everyone to carry out, carry in
We lock up with our hair, but they cheat later’s sin.
Bees buzzed like people
But people buzzed not like bees
Difference was the former’s contentment
It’s infinite and immortal to around
Bees did desire, yet we couldnt survive.
Happines is no where if you cornered
All the things that’d make you happy
It’s not right to get them all as one
You will feel like useless pearls of the orient
All bursts to nothing under its horizon
Believe that bees fly for a velvetic purpose
We fly for a purpose too
To boast through sipping nectars
To hyper things the ground of force
Again, they fly, us, we grind!
All those flowers or nectars or fluids or petals or pollen
Bees attached thereto.
People now question.
Why we cant be like them
Bees buzz…now…people better shut up!