The Past
Velcro got nothin on da past.
Sticking like space apoxy.
Talons so sharp, long and deep.
Dripping with blood even before their epidermal, blood letting extraction.
Over and Over.
Again and Again.
Riding a Rip Larger than any that have been typhoon driven.
The world getting smaller while her wicked nails, long and razor sharp assault with gigantorous size world results.
By the nano.
Tick to Tock.
Freeway Jam.
No escape.
The perpetrators find a heart some where, buried Oh So Fuckin Soul Deep.
Eviscerating Entrails readying itself for the final cleansing flush.
Years and Years of Guilt Shredded.
Finally.
Guilt Driven Love zeroed on the past in a trance like vortex.
Personal, driven women's scorn.
Did you even know why the fuck.
Transgression.
Greed.
Hate Driven By Oh So Senseless Jealousy.
What Part of Semper Fi Girl Were You Not Clear On.
Fighting Your Female Battles For You Against The Ones Who Assaulted Your Woman Hood.
Left In A Evacuation Of Bowels and Bladder.
Never A Word Uttered.
Carried Out In Professional Dictum.
Not A Word.
Stood Up For Your Honor.
He Never saw It Coming.
Halo In.
Shadow Out.
Yeah Girl.
Recon Got Cha.
Swift. Silent. Deadly.
Not A problem Mam.
Your Love developing far past your whim and wish.
It Is What It Is Girl.
Unfortunate for you.
Your Greed and Jealousy Finally Ripped Away Like The Stripping of Ones Flesh Right Down To The Damn Cellulose Drippin Bone.
Now Da Real Revealed.
Can't Run.
No Damn Where To Hide.
Oh Well.
Changed My Number Again.
While your West Cost Gorgeous Self, Reeling From Guilt So Da Fuck Deep, World Pursuit Iz Your Sworn Mission.
Yeah Girl.
I Feel Ya.
Just Too Bad It's All Lost In A Lickety Of Ions.
Passing Like a Bunch Of Shark Tooth Meteors.
Piercing Down Past The Spirit Driven Soul.
Over and Over.
Again and Again.
Yeah.
No Doubt I Feel Ya Girl.
What Else Is Knew.
Tick to Slow Motion Tock.
Life Passes In Flash Frames Driven By Emotions Not Even Charted.
See Girl.
For Me, This Journey Called Life Is A Second To Second Beat.
Beat To Beat.
Seemingly Bustillions With No Infinite Sign in Sight Have Past.
Da Real Cheeze.
You Got Your One.
Love Iz Love And I Fade Away.
For as the faint wind blowz Her Body By Fisher ever so slight vibe...
The Dersert Breeze hanging heavy with the Sweet Smell of Colitis.
A less than faded memeory.
But still, the desert blows Her Scent through all the mountain haze.
Two miles up.
Cloudy.
Cold.
Wet.
Her Sweet Desert Breath calls out.
In an ever so slight Seductive whisper.
Her initials carved deeply In My Flesh.
T.B.G.N.S.
Nothin More To be Said.
Now. On To The World.
Az Uzual.
Tyrants.
Schemers.
Wicked Faced Ass Holes. Ready For The Slaughter.
Politicians and Thugz.
Igniting Turbo-boost Past Maximum Levels.
Propagating Kaos.
Insanity and Wicked Evil Wrath.
Take Your Pick.
Da World On Fire.
Not A Scope Of Hope In Site.
Even the real newz is lost in some symmetrical cluster fuck.
It doesn't take a genius to know which way da wind blows.
See Ya All On The Other Side .
Ryan. Out.
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