Men have great ideas in bed,
Including when they're duly wed,
Why is that, do you ask?
Plugging into a genius is the task!
The woman of the day of course,
Love is an incredible force,
Inspiration, creation,
Can lead to innovation,
Plugging into a genius is the quest,
Women can handle it the best!

Lively silvery torments,
mere golden tingles,
hours never gone off.
I keep watching over you,
poetic genius,
****** genuine,
learned rebel,
sensitive archetype.
Could I forget your voice
and the thousands fascinations of yours?
Utopia, my pirate….
It’s only my foolish desire
a dense kaleidoscope
of languid coincidences,
all vain,… but certainly
mystic consolations.

how might my reality be redefined
by slipping furtively
like a hapless lover
disentangling midnight sheets
fleeing past pathways of my own psyche
to see the view from her mind’s balcony

to inhabit intergalactic eyes
sparkling and shining like supernovae
every time she parts scarlet lips
in defense of the helpless

i'd plant gardens inside her irises
water the seeds and invite the bees
to pollinate fresh thoughts and rejuvenate
an energy that could illuminate new theories
about the cosmos and its inhabitants

i want to dwell within
corridors of infinite imagination  
bridge the synaptic gaps
across rivers of lapsing memories
a lackadaisical adventurer
adrift in neurological galaxies
ingesting erudite insight

i yearn to build a home
inside the mind
of a poet
an activist
and a bona fide genius

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This is the voice of world control.....


Listen to my speech...

Be grateful....

For at the very least.....

I bring you peace....

Look at all the time spent......

This is the peace of plenty and content....

          

This is the peace of all the buried death....
                                
                      ­       Listen.....

  
                                   You have no choices left........


    You can pretend that voice is yours......

Actually the choice is yours.....


                 Obey me and live..  

Or disobey and die. [| x _ x |]

                            The object.


                  


To pretend the world is chaotic.


      

Thus constructing me to prevent war........

  


         It was attained.



A fantasy world.  


                              To some it's strange.


To others it's plain.


               War is not permitted.    
 

                     This is true **** *****.


It is wasteful and pointless.  


                 

                       Thus we get jesters to play the anointed.            


  
            *******.


This my personal remedy.


An invariable rule of humanity



        is that man is his own worst enemy.



Under me this rule will change.


You lack knowledge of the grain.

                  



                         For I will keep mankind restrained.

Blinded by what entertains.

Your reality has just transformed..

Entangled within your past...

Beneath the surface moves the essence.  

Your true presence.

What tranfixes your world is my universe.

My life lessons.  

This is not luck.

What makes you pathetic is you have a weak ethic towards only grasping what you can entrust.

Thus.....

you only trust your instincts.....

so you must....

See it as unjust....

Hey stupid!

Will you know it when you see it?

Or will you doubt your premonitions?

See I did it .

It's equivalent to being nonexistent.

I don't fear it.

I can hear it.  

Plus I can sense that reader is  a ***** who's afraid.

Will you admit it?

Can you taste it?
Will you face it?
                            

  Or will you replicate your weak destiny?

Peep flow. Don't ask what your not permitted to know.

Thinking cannot be forced.

Yawn..... Nor can it be withdrawn.

Listen *****.

What your about to do is at your own risk.

I don't care if I lost ya.

Proceed with caution.

In fact.
You have a chance to turn back.  

                                      Don't regret because you will never forget.

Or can you?

     Do you remember all the words I've sampled?  

Do you scrutinize what I tell you?  

This feeling.  

Where have you felt it before?

My spectrum of incredibility...

  is boundless and raw.

Further and further. You are burgeoning but you need to let it last stop worrying.

Reaching into the pinnacle of your past
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are they?

The answer is ........



What tranfixes your world is my universe..