“ sexy sexi sexeee ” every day poetry 81

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for this poem, please read it – and then tell me what sexy sexi sexeee means to you~! sexy art  here it is said in the various ways one sees it observations made by the beholder ♡ and so what is … Continue reading

“ sweetheart to many ” preValentine 31-days – every day poetry 66

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“ sweetheart to many ” yes, even to men, i am a sweetheart, especially before suffering trauma, this for over 10-years of hell – so not mine own, and the aftermath of another 5 years murdered my embrace even more complete – back … Continue reading

“greetings – may i give U a hug” preValentine 32-days – every day poetry 65

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  “greetings – may i give U a hug” 💝 💝 greetings to U my friend i noticed in U, some of the same pain that I have i see distress in your face even though you are smiling noticing … Continue reading

” intrigue and mystery ” preValentine 33 – every day poetry 65

” intrigue and mystery ”

– just off the top of my head –

from everything we’ve seen

and only half of it stated

from the one who has everything weighted

for their next play and gain

leaving U to the strain if U are in their way

and i was in their way

so steal boots weighed 350

to 10 feet beneath the dirt

was i in the eyes any cause of flirting with death 🆓

pounding my head to get the information out that is not there 🚭

U found this queer but not strange at all – ♒

and i straight as an arrow for motive of U’r crimes against me 🚯

still committing U’r crimes against me 8⃣ ➕ 7⃣ with and additional 2⃣ & 1⃣ / 2⃣

and this not to U my friends and strangers following the words i say as they drip on page to page

but the ones who stole away from me every day of life to this one i’m wanting to breath in

the one that i wish i could get my head on straight and find my love – one to help me find warmth in tomorrows sun

find time to finding U strung up in your vile path – not by my hand but U’r busy hands of destruction finally found U out in a public account

so then, i never again to have doubt and faith in a twisted mix of the lack of hope

but given for every day borrowed and now given back in full minus that which will never be returned

so all who want to embrace me in your loving helping arms

mine wide open receiving U’r embrace

receiving U’r love and embrace in this seen humbled face

to finally know how to face such grace and mercy

to know the mystery of my writings

to hold me in the pain that is not my own

but nonetheless – made to hold it

to be intrigued by my spirit held in the integrity of love parallel to truth

i can only hope this U choose in being mine Valentine

whether sharing love – in plutonic’s boast

or in the streams of water flowing in a lovers float

both to sail my boat

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

buy a box of cards and encourage 100 people to do the same please – all around the world – let me become the artist of Love Art in U’r world!!! thank U peace and love to U all

find U'r love found 12

find U’r love found 12

Winter Written With Wonder Waiting by kenneth james

Poetry ✁ is the inner linings of pain inside out, all exposed, in a lyrical dance with word play bringing back stray thought that seemingly got away: it is at the – in the clouds pinnacle of every precipice exclaiming burgeoning joy, gratification, pleasure, & happiness: it is the word nerds playground in sound rooms of brain trained in everyday strain of realities observed and overheard, in the normal and the absurd – whatever those are: it is a philosophers springboard to catapult the ideas of idealisms into where swimmers swam to keep their cool from the pool of gibberish rhetoric tied to puppet strings wrecked in nonthinking absurdists not knowing of their nonsense!!!: it is the challenge to the stereotypically maniacal racist idiots, and the nonsensical people who prejudice others for their culture (◉practices that hurt nobody – but may offend some ◉) the question be as to why – and the mirror shall answer, the lack of education, and at least – intolerance. this and more is poetry – defined by kenneth james this day 9/11/12

Many people tell me i am a poet, and have some great words: this, my incantation to find the Vocalist to compliment this lyricist (wannabe – ☆ maybe isbe – but not yet sung☆)
please feel free to help Veteran in his fantasy to live again !!!