Tuesday, June 16, 2015

TROPICAL DEPRESSION

TUMULTUOUS IS THE STORM THAT TURNS DAY TO NIGHT

SEEKING VULNERABLE SPOTS OF PENETRATION TO RAVAGE

DESTRUCTION IN ITS RAREST FORM LICKS AT MY TEMPLE

RIPPING APART MY SANCTUARY WITH TEETH OF FURY

NOT A COMPASSIONATE THOUGHT FOR MY IMMINENT DEATH

THROWING A CARELESS OVER THE SHOULDER GLANCE

AT ME SPREAD EAGLE, GLAZED OVER SHUTTERS TO MY SPIRIT

THE REPORTS SAID I WAS ON THE DIRTY SIDE OF 369 MILES

PSEUDO-ARROGANT I WAS BECAUSE I’D BEAT BACK ALLISON & IKE

THE FORECASTS NEGLECTED TO MENTION PREMEDITATION

THUNDEROUS STRIDES OF A LION STALKING THE BUFFALO

 NO MATCH FOR THE ONE WHO SHOWED MY FLESH NO MERCY

NEVER EQUALLY EVIL OR COMPASSIONATELY YOKED; I SUFFERED 

LOSSES PROGRESSIVE, ALLSTATE, OR FARMER’S CAN'T REPLACE

WAKING FROM A COLD SWEAT STILL SEDUCED BY YOUR FACE

SMARTER THAN A 5TH GRADER BUT AGAIN I STAND IN THIS PLACE

DARK IS THE STORM THAT RIPS THE SUN FROM THE SKY

MY HEART TO STOP BEATING WITH LOVE? DAYUM IMMA TRY


PAINSTAKINGLY STILL POSSIBLE,
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