a touch of blue

A Touch of Blue

Slowly in life,

lovingly not

speedily,

yet sometimes

voraciously in

meeting,

at the speed of a

longing dream.

Others might have,

you have not

another,

that they should

pay them into.

Since he is painted

out,

not to be in,

I would call you

patient love,

and you money,

that it would be

there when

needed.

This,

is,

a math of,

in some other

space and time,

I would,

either dream and

wait,

to wait upon,

or just say,

maybe next

lifetime,

if there was,

then in this,

to whom it may

have concerned,

prepared not for

me,

then,

I am now,

for another,

better prepared,

for that time,

even now.

Yet,

prepared they

them?

Why do you pass

me by?

What do you say

of yourself,

different than?

If yes,

then this lie,

I do not lay with,

but,

bye.

Until next.

If again,

prepare you an

dirk.

If not, then an crop

and rope and anger

well spent,

“oh well.”

Only,

not again on the

writ.

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Coffee for waking,

breakfast for work,

rest and play,

start at the

beginning,

on any given day,

spoilt rotten it was,

ever right say,

spoil it rotten, him,

or her say,

I like,

Monday,

Tuesday,

Wednesday,

Thursday,

Friday,

Saturday,

even Sunday,

spoilt,

him or her,

that way.,

her day, his day,

spoilt rotten,

coffee for waking,

walking to play.

There is a place

where,

found is never

forgotten,

lost is anticipation,

strong is as

welcome as soft,

and all is this,

stop,

yes,

no,

woe,

go,

oh my,

my sweet

lordly,me,

to know that place

where,

all is good, and all

or nothing,

is nothing but all.

If there is price

beyond, or worth

beyond measure,

then I would still

store it up, and

ask,

more from this,

more than this,

nothing it was, and

all is, more and

more,

place form where,

even when the

well is dry,

and no rain

touches the soil to

replenish,

that this well,

it springs for me,

ever,

and,

that day,

on,

the ever present

day,

of,

awakening,

spoilt.

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Are you a god,
a daughter of
angels,
ah 'what now',
why you done
what you did,
you gone done
fucked it up now,
yah know,
now say,
sorry sorry sorry,
love this hand
now,
love it again
tomorrow,
latter for you no,
I'm not the one,
to kiss and tell,
drop it like it's not
hot,
then run,
I'm a little brand,
that's blue black,
wet and warm
welted,
let me in little pig,
let me in,
and all you'll feel
is, a little sore so
ease,
life is what it is?
Then remember
the control words,
and where's my
freedom to say,
now don't choke
on it, and here's
the red and blue
pill, don't bite it
and see if,
the little white
rabbit, that pig and
the queen, the
monkey and the
rowboat, can
squeal in the night,
like a g' phat, bitch
in heat,
and her little
homie in short
shorts, the mouse
and the bear,
push that little
pink button pearl,
callin, whoah
please nigga
please,
if I could drink a

little g'guice,
and pass some to
the left, does that
mean,
that I can't say,
hey Peter pan I got
my own key,
Tinkered with her
bell,
and she only
sprinkles me,
and if the angels
all look away, one
day by day,
hey black and tan,
do you feel lonely,
only if your lonely
today,
say it my middle
name g!

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So pass the P's,
like they used to
say,
pass the g's like
they used to say,
I'm a low down
Mother Fucker,
just new fresh
clean made today,
aint nothing to go
down by your way,
it is what it is and
what it is lady fine,
we'll ho ho's and
no does and cold
as ice on it and
shock play,
love don't hate the
game, the player,
the cards the
dealer, maybe just
discounts and cold
play?
Judge me judge
me not,
unless it's wanton
hot,
if you spontaneous
then look to me,
and holler oh man
I'm supposed to be
a good girl,
look what you
gone and done Mr!
Your bad and I'm
slops,
but spontaneous
your not,
you didn't follow
the bouncing ball,
you don't know
anything at all,
“look bitch that
balls not for me,
it's to stick in your
mouth, when you
think that women
independent rule,
go finish yourself
off, find some
other that ever
made you wet to
touch, on the spot,
you don't tell me
nothing, go get a
little one and
stop.”
“That's what you
can bite, cause that
biter uses what I
got.”
Spontaneous
combustion is
brewing in yo
crotch, that's why
you angry,
cause it hurt to wet
and hot, you
shoulda said it
right,
right to my face,
and no waitin in
pleasure land, how
long is four days
fucked, and you
can't even

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stand,
now do it in the
corner,
cause the couch is
no mans land,
it got all sticky and
your to weak to
put on gloves for
the man,
he came caned you
from behind and
reach-round with a
demand.
So pass the Peas
like they used to
say,
pass the P's like
they used to say
pass the g's like
they used to say,
I'm a low down
dirty motherfucker
who just got made
grade,
so ain't nothin goin
down today,
lest you learn to
play my way.
It is what it is so
let me fill it with,
ho ho's
and and snow
cones,
no doze and cold
play.
Love don't hate the
game or the player,
the cards or the
dealers,
I kept the wait off,
and all the raw
feelin,
repress this and
make your pink
come a screwam,
saying nigga
please,
tell me how I'm
feeling,
lost lorn and
lovestruck,
red whelted and
rippin,
cause we washed
her down and
greased her up,
with chicken phat
an's drippin.
Judge me judge
me not,
your so
spontaneous I
forgot,
your not
spontaneous,
let me teach you
what's what,
you don't follow
the bouncing ball,
you don't know
nothing at all,
the nothing g's see
you will see,

A Touch of Blue
that fuckin is
fuckin,
it's for fun and not
lurve,
love is for love,
buy love for
fuckin, where it is
it is free,
free you are now,
the fuck and be
free,
freedom now,
hip hippy bitch
rump shackin
bitch, don't try get
free from me,
or I'll tell you
where we park
daddy car and you
be me ooh daddy
please,
send you out
packin fast,
packin out like the
day you were
born, so don't cum
complaining,
lest its more
mother fucker
please! So just
pass the girl glue,
let me see if I can
jam in that ease,
sun shiny smiles,
happy days and
picket fences,
dig that shit out
your head,
here's what happy
ever after is made
of,
do what I say,
do what I tell you,
sometimes do this
means I fuckin
fulfill you,
then tone down
that stoked with
warm,
like chocolate
heaven,
treat you right,
like I was seventh
heaven eleven,
leave that fucker in
you runnin while I
go for milk and
bread,
cops will come
find you,
“Head line, cum
finnish her and she
loves to give
head!”Touch on,
touch off,
and you couldn't
do,
cause you chained
to the sink now,
screamin you cunt
blue.
I am the giver,
the provider,
the fuller figure,
of your uncovering,
then what is,
I is,
and accused I be,

A Touch of Blue

so curse the place,
where no mean,
oh no!
Dolomite and
kryptonite,
and dirt on you
knees (why that
floor dirty?),
slack bitch no if
you please,
see if you can put
out this burning
light,
say pull this,
put this candle out!
“Joy is in the
hands,
no eye,
nor ear,
has had enough of
hearing,
only the body,
the flesh,
self soul satisfied,
can be sated,
stilling all,
distilled like,
to the pure,
in this it all,
all things are
pure.”
and those of mine,
who are of me,
for me with me,
and me to thee,
them to me,
all the same in
difference,
though that,
they come into the
world,
naked and
shameless,
live in it,
naked and
shameless, and
leave it as we all
come, and some
not go,
naked and
shameless, and
boldly into any
place,
“I am here,
and I am not
ashamed,
who is any that
they were perfect
in it,
let them cast me
out and be
ashamed,
for they have lost
it.
Not I!