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Bold
It’s a new year n a new me and fear is no longer my enemy I’m stronger and bolder, like Tyson vs Frazier, dropping the hate 1st Round Then snatching your paper! Best watch out n check how I’ll collect clout ‘Cause I’m coming out pointing both barrels, Putting hate in it’s place, then kicking…
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LOVE
A flame in my heart is burning through my chest and my stomach churns from the butterflies fluttering within. The dark smut that was in my sights has been wiped and my mind is clean, precise and pristine. I’m in love with life. I’m in love with myself and most importantly i’m starting to love…
connection, Corona Virus, COVID-19, dropping knowledge, flavour, Love, Peace, Poem, Poema, Poesía, poet, Poetry, respect, Trust -
Performing “Crossing the Pond/European Holiday” & “2.3 Million Rupiahs”
Performing some of my joints regarding my recent travels to Europe and Indonesia. Started clean, ended dirty.
bumble, connection, consensual, cunnilingus, double entendres, dropping knowledge, drunk, erotic, erotica, flavour, game, god, goddess, hinge, holiday, identity, indonesia, innuendo, Jakarta, London, Love, love lust, mistress, Open Mic, orgasm, Performing, Poem, poet, Poetry, pondok indah, public speaking, rupiah, spitting, spitting game, tinder, wordsmith -
Crossing the Pond
It’s about 0300pm and im strapped in. I’m comfortable and leaning back, with magic edibles stashed in my sack. Instrumentals snap my synapse and hysterically arrange my vocabulary. I’m soaring through the skies, while dosed out of my mind. Testing to see, if i can get higher than astronaut pussy. A stewardess’ stare, reflecting on my…
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2.3 Million Rupiahs
About 2.3Mil rupiahs was added to my hotel’s bill for “damages” that I paid for, cash, in Indonesian $krillz. Compensations for room reparations of a gazillion memories worth more than those indomillions. Never have I ever felt so confident to cop a bill containing so many zeros. But in Southeast Asia one can live like…
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Me
Biologically complete and fixed with deceit. Ethnically ambiguously I storm through the streets. “Half-breed” is all that’s perceived from this creative creature with desirable features. I host a face, constantly called “mixed-race,” and wield words that quake, to govern my fate. Hitting the genetic jackpot and delaying the old eugenic plot. My soul holds more…
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