The Drool Proofs

I know there’s sky above my roofs,
When in bed and here aloof,
Run the drool proofs,
They’re done and improve…

I feel the whole in slight  bites,
High to the floor, the night sights,
From riots to the rites,
To being infinite-alright,..

The truth gets to prove,
Less is sure to remove,
Until and After everything’d move,
To all-great-groove,..

Primordiella

Before there was any cule or a fella,
Primordiella was the sole soul dwella,
I guess about her n tell the tale-ya,
Won’t feelya the best belle, ah?

What had the nulla that it fuella to the fulla?
Within the life well-wella?
Let’s trail me n trail-ya, with her,
Up above the ell-a,

It was the one pre-bang with will-n-zeala,
That turned into the light and all the mass stella(r),
The turns n the burns of the fire with closed micella,
Made it all close into the live life gella,

It fixed n mixed in steps to churn out the failla,
Made it from the soup-cell-multicella-to-all the phyla,
All one from one, it’s one integrella,
She ever blooms- Primordiella, Sail-la, Alla…!

Plain FullSweet

Sweet in for Sweet out,
We’re Bullshits, no doubt,
Just of a highin’ ground,
n we dissolve for life n pound,
n see- resolve for the best,
blessed with the crest,
nest in each others chests,
I think we’re no more guests,
I never thought it could happen to you n me,
But we’ve got yet to meet,
n we are plain fullsweet!
sweet-red like the beet,
hairs touch high, airs touch feet,
I don’t know how would we really treat,
You , me and anything that we hit,
But there is something of a heat,
you have meat n me wheat,
let it  one up in a beat,
Like the plain fullsweet!

FindAFreeHD

H is for Hot, D for Dude, I’m for life and for Him n him in HD,
After I find a FreeHD, a QueerHD,
Of a classical, closical n lovesical steardy,
I’m desperately needy,
I missed the train for a teenage love-birdy,
But so much of fun n learn of passion is ready,
Need find a FreeHD, a QueerHD, a SeerHD,
Yeah, I fancy a seerocious, for me voracious, who’ve made it,
Love is a fear HD, but I’m well, greedy, heart is seedy, World is weedy,
I need a nearHD to make us each FreerHD n DearHD!
Friends FindAFreeHD!

Sips Do Fly

Gotten my dream-crush who gotta crush the dreams,
I think and know that it’s what seems,
I drink the kashay, but the sips don’t fly,
I knew why, but now I don’t try,
The only talk-it-loud that is so high,
Is- for me is for thy,
is for the ultimate why,
Yeah, including that guy me nigh,
Whence sips do fly, until we dry!
until ends the pie, we lie-
Be flip with a sigh,
Somewhere we have a Spi-tie,
That takes our SPIrits to Him n we ally,
And Sips Do Fly,
Sips Do Fly….

 

This Pretty Life

What’s that lets your ego go- up petty heights,
Like something can be fixed practically about me?
I can’t but plan to follow your wrongs, with the rights,
And try to feel the petty pretty might, you see?

I feel that the passion is unified- art-god and math-sci,
Love-Sex and everything life, so we can be bound free-
Free ’cause we’re okay that we just have to try,
and Okay that we may not get it, like everybody…

I don’t know why I dream for something special,
And feel special for things very simple and wifie,
He’s got to be a maid o’ me to get laid and rule the isle,
But it’s hard to hook a duke, life is pretty lifey!

Never knew it would be that nice even if tougher,
I call it a deed and I could agree,
Just a li’l bit, on the infinite, but we still ride the rafter,
through the life phylogeny…

Thru the years, I’ve been a fire-trier-lier-dire-out-lier,
I couldn’t manage to be worse than I ever be,
Life teaches lessons and we admire,
Getting better, maybe!

Ho Up!

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Singing on the way to my room,
Feels like flying on a broom,
I’ll be alright I assume,
Even If it’s a new game!
The answers main,
Are all the same,
God does lift up-
and never do He blame,
We just need to hit high,
from Six to the Sex a.m.!

I miss  my friends’ calls,
Sleep while I surf to the food stalls,
Silent but live, like the van der Waals’,
My passions run Even If I falls,

More from whatever, is what I favor,
If you ain’t that clever, you can still be the King-
As much as  you can up-fling, for the infinite and unending!

Can’t we recognise that we forgot the spaces,
Between our souls and the faces,
Do we graduate with the graces-
Bad abases and we all aces,
Even If it were random everywhere,
We’ll sure win, if we always stay!

What else after everything?
We put on repeat and with we sing-
The music of the final show,
The eternal all-glow,
Covers from high to low,
We still have parties to throw,
Even If, we scored 100, we know,
Numbers go above each brow,

Even If we hated, regretted, loved and mated,
All will be Even Iff we fly full rated,
So, Ho up to the High,
Even If, you didn’t know if-how-why!
Ho Up to the High!!!