De-li-ci-oso.
Thoughts of passion...AzulAmor
Sensual perception of body, spirit and mood
Receptive experience in the depth of your hue
Stimulating the senses...as you come into view.
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Circumspect...while composed in the balance
Poise while curb side...your veil hides the glare
Inherently punctual...sensuous blue venom... emiting a fiery golden glow
Faintly audible...yet reverberant...a little staccato that plays like stone.
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Void of compassion...since our last embrace
Inner sanctum of mind...paints indigo blue
Playing intricate melodies...floating over the keys in sync
Faint aroma mesmerizes beyond reason...like sweet perfume.
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Relish the moment as calm ease the senses
Nice and smooth...easy does it...with rhythm and pleasing
Dance through the day...for more than the moment
Desert breeze soften quenched by libation...mist spray of passion.
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The ride has many low and highs...shaded behind closed eyes
Nap if you will...smooth vibe stimulate imagination
Energize the spirit with comfort...the journey is just beginning
Hold on steady...careful to safely reach our destination.
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We hang in the balance...through life's valley of ups and downs
The spiral of cen-trip-etal force...bring us closer to climax
Holding you tightly...lift your arms and shout
We're an electric production...a legato like satin.
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This episode need be but a moment...exponent of surprise
An experience captured...exclusive flash of perception
Sensual flavor...luscious delicacy of sweet delight
Music's infectious laugh...stimulate the luxury of rapture, when listening together.
Poppatown 5/2008.
The Translucent Shadow
Let me make one thing perfectly clear, we're even
I don't owe you anything... save courtesy and respect.
The juries out... on who did it to whom
Can't touch this, cause the stench may permeate our skin
A foul odor is an indication of a more serious dis-ease
The universal law mandates,
that the sum of four fouls equals one strike against the whom.
Once you've hit it easily... there's not much left for imagination
Fair-play proceeds askew... the ball's hit off the side of the bat in a misguided direction.
It's a ground rule double... maybe, next time clear-out !
Now, you're up at bat... let's see what you can do
Wow, you hit a big one... but your swag already proclaimed the Crown
And, with vim and vigor I was the Captain on your throne.
Now, your an All-Star Game-ster... gone wild
Moving and shaking...like a hustling Queen
Living large and riding the waves... of prosperity
Looking out for the perils of what lies beneath, the too deep
Skill of a surfer when you hanging onto Big-Ten...
You must be part seal...
It's just a matter of nature that attracts the sharks and the eel.
Me... I'm a mere Life Guard standing watch by the shore, my primary motivation is safety.
It's paramount to protect... the skin on one's own Azz!
I'll throw you a rope... give some mouth to mouth, you hold on
There's caution even in rescue... float, sink or swim
Sure, you say don't worry... you've got everything under control
"My ship isn't sinking, can't swim ~ but, I navigate with the best of them."
Check One, check two, three and four... Jimmy, Hank, Will and a whole slew of more.
They're all anticipating your call... ready to knock at the kitchen door,
waiting for your message... to escape the bore and visit the sh-ore.
Make no mistakes on obliging the eazy... you got your scrupples
Uh huh, You know what you do.
Your plan may lack real substance... but, they never seem to refuse.
You've never failed to oblige me... like, you oblige yourself...
Now, who's the fool.
It's a thin line... between love and hate, and a heavy cross to bare
Within the perils of the too deep blue sea,
the breath we extract gets freightfully thin.
And, You still can't come to grips...
Like, the slipery slope or the ever confident Grand Madame
You see, the risk ratio is reduced...
When you're fair... and confront the Fool with the truth.
In this day and age of Life's uncertain rewards...
It's simply a different kind of challenge
To rise up and go beyond The Old...
Habits are a series of experiences, that get easier by the hour.
The strength of the structure reflects its respective master-plan,
Apparent as the stability that lies in the basic ground work
Yet, receives an appropriate found-ation.
There's no need to perpetuate, your own leaning tower of she-eza.
Out of darkness, black as the pit... as goes the bottom, so go the top.
The ones in the upper rooms, have to hold on like a cat
Develop sturdy sea-legs... that may result in walking with the lean
Might work the magic with his peg leg ~ careful, some in too deep!
Either way... you know it, it's about working the blade
The knife edge is sharp... as it cuts deep to the core.
So, what if I were your shadow... you think
Don't imagine I'd want to... fade from blue-black to green
You see, it's your life you've been mis-leading
Seems to be caught up... in an endless spiral of hook-ups
Followed by expressions of downs and far-ouch...
Yeah, Green is far more than a color...
Often times refer to a sweet little pea.
Whether you eat, drink or toke it... it's in relation to pleaze!
Too much of anything is poison...
There's caution even with a big butt and a smile
Take note of vivid colors, deadly silence... and a hypnotizing cartoon style.
The erotic magic is most likely a warning... an illustration of better you, than for them.
Always, approach those corners with caution...
Remember, a tenacious defense is the responsibility of prim.
You're sick of it... and now you say, "so damn what..."
Knowledge, is the power to crawl out of that hole...
Damage is done and, control is recognizing why before reckoning
We're all All-American heroes and we all need help.
It's about identifying the problem and seting out to fix oneself...
Becoming honest, is only the first step in confronting the shadow of doubt.
by "Poppatown" 9/2008.
