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Entre Sueños y Recuerdos
En el umbral de los sueños, la mente vuela, Palabras danzan en la penumbra, la noche revela. Memorias y anhelos, tejidos en la trama, Como hilos de un tapiz, en el alma se inflaman. Familia y raíces, en cada paso resplandecen, No importa las distancias, ni el tiempo que florecen. Unidos por la historia, por…
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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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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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Performing “Ropes”
First time back at the Acid Vault since the pandie… Had to drop some filth while i was there
California, cunnilingus, double entendres, erotic, erotica, Love, lust, Open Mic, Peace, Performing, Poem, poet, Poetry, respect, San Diego, sex, sexy -
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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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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Live and Let Live
My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse…
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Withdrawals
They say that you’re one of the few that doesn’t make you drool in pain when you’re far away Some claim that you’re a miracle that can cure the hysterical without any repercussions to one’s mental health I say that though that may be true, let’s not ignore that most of us abuse you Acting…
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