the grass is blue,
the sky is green,
won't you let me show you what I mean,
reality gets twisted into a dream,
making art is my only escape,
from this caress called loneliness,
but making art alone is mundane,
without you.
I'll just go insane,
a sweet malady,
in this little dream of mine,
I just need to let it shine...
the sun is shining,
my mind is shimmering,
your sweet presence is such eroticism,
not obscene per say,
just enough to make me happy and gay,
the gentle guitar strumming,
reminds me of your incessant smiling,
on this sunny day,
to be away from your charisma,
this blissful afterglow,
is this sweet love?
knocking on my door,
or will it be knocking forevermore...
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Out of boredom comes bliss,
passing epheremically into the next moment,
in this temporary yet persistant reality,
to think that we are becoming gods,
from a mind's conception,
to an articulate direction,
we are programming Universes,
out of silicon circuits,
and on one end,
a monitor display,
and ergo,
out of boredom comes bliss...
the ides of March may be fortuitous,
I am quite confident,
your love might be less evanescent,
if we concrete it with a kiss,
a meeting of two souls,
forever alone,
yet passing gently in the night,
I'll bear this plight,
just to know,
that on the fifteenth of March,
I will still know a queen,
and her ever sumptuous touch...
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to be rejected for a dance of love,
feels worse than a rude vibration,
badly interpreted,
sweet delusion,
a tango is all I ask,
a hidden milonga is awaiting,
why worry,
worry no more,
for I may soon fall out of this malady,
being confused with your touch,
is not the way I will be,
one chance is all I ask,
to turn tonight into sweet romance,
but you prefer pro's,
thinking I'm just a dumb Joe Shmoe,
why don't you see,
that in a dance of love,
we are all pro's,
but you leave me here,
rejected,
and feeling blue,
what should I do,
go to the milonga without you?
practice the dance of love,
without my favorite dove?
Nah,
that will never be me,
I'll just continue being the fool,
rejected for a dance of love,
sad,
but stoned,
immaculate...
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to see him kiss you breaks my heart,
tears my soul apart.
but I will never give up.
trying to win your love,
you see,
our combined auras bring such a sweet vibration,
to think of the things that we could do,
just me and you,
but you're already taken,
your spirit might not be broken,
I just can't give your love up,
as much as it aches,
this silly heartbreak,
it's better than not feeling anything at all,
cause if not for you,
I'd still be feeling blue,
so even though you break my heart,
each time we part,
I'll still hold your love dear,
an eyed-open dream,
sweet ecstasy,
when our auras combine,
and our love may one day shine...
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A friend like you,
when I'm feeling pathetically blue,
wishing for a conversation,
just the usual situation,
when I need someone like you,
I am left clueless,
you said the air was charged between us,
sparks flew,
and our furnaces lit to life,
doing Yoga all night,
Tantra,
the euphoria of being close to you,
has made me anew,
I love your presence,
and I have infinite patience,
oh, if one day you could be mine,
but yet I may be barking up the wrong tree,
maybe you are not for me,
so we'll stay as friends,
distant lovers,
passing with just a touch,
I'm feeling deliriously mad,
maybe just sad,
only waiting for the bliss of being next to you,
your melodious words turn a grey sky blue...
To waste some energy with you,
every day expending a thousand breaths,
there's nothing else I'd rather do,
than putting my muscles under duress,
that's a lot better than to stress,
sweating next to you,
every day the feelings anew,
I want to taste your sweat,
your presence is enough to make me forget,
about myself for a while,
while I waste some energy with you,
just us two...
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I have many more, but you're gunna have to buy em if I need to get a onlyfans account or something, God provides...
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dopey420allday:
@spicedsoychai I know, I gotta go to the Wynnwood Art District in Miami, they even sold an idea for taping a banana to a wall for a cool mil, or whatever sum... Genius becomes me, but I may seem insane...
user1104201112:
OMG ! you are an artist, my friend <3 I loved it