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H I S T O R Y
living through major historical events, that’ll soon fill textbooks in classroom desks. future generations will learn about the pandemic, with pictures of caution taped jungle-gyms and lone playground equipment. read all about the protests that resulted in wreck and distress, watching how the media coverage recorded how we split. feel the tension rise along with…
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Resurgence
After a silence that stretched too long, I assuage. Fearless now, my words uncaged, an unleashed sage. Watch as my pen dances, a wild stallion untamed, Thoughts and dreams, no longer unnamed. Ink flows, like a river in spate, My heart’s rhythm, words articulate. I invite you to grasp these gems I’ve found, In the…
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Passionately Rich, Morally Bankrupt
I still think about when we last spoke. When laughable vocable slipped between our pressed lips and i underwrote what left you clutching that pearly rope I sprayed around your throat.
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Velvet Grip
You’re a midnight breeze, whispering secrets that tease. In the darkest corners of my mind, your touch I find, Like silk sliding, your essence gliding, A symphony of seduction, an addictive eruption. You’re the taste of stolen moonlight, a celestial delight, An aphrodisiac for my hungry soul, beyond control, My cravings rise, a fire in…
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Unraveled
In the depths of my mind, a tempest stirs, Thoughts swirling, emotions unfurled. A labyrinth of words, a storm of rhyme, I weave my verses, one line at a time. Like a maestro, I conduct the symphony of prose, With each stanza, a story unfolds and grows. Bold and audacious, my words take flight, Igniting…
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Mimic(er) – GAME (ft. OliviousMaximus)
my best friend and fellow creator, Brian (aka “mimic(er)”), created this beat with one of my joints in mind. Brian’s organic production paired flavourfully with my filth turned out to be somewhat palatable. Lemme know what you think, it’s me.
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Poetry & More by Nate Abaurrea and OliviousMaximus
My good friend and fellow poet, Nate Abaurrea, came by to share with me his newest and latest book “Backroads & Borderlines.” After some pints we decided to hit the mic and spit some pieces to remind us of those dreaded open-mic nights. Here is our drunken exchange.
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Ropes
She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork. She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life. Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit. Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across…
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Stretch
Yoga with my other half tends to turn sideways when my concentration is kidnapped by her arched body. There’s no snapping back to reality once i’m locked and staring at her “Happy Baby.” I’m breathing heavy in downward-dog and bark at her cat call. She digs deep for the stretch and i’m trying to make…
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Comeback
It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material,…
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