The spoken word on our beautiful generation

Do i feel strongly,
About anything?
Nothing, nothing nothing
Not even strongly about this word
Repeating, singing repeating
for the sake of a cause I can no longer remember,
No longer care about anything but December
Why? Why?
It’s my birthday, that’s why?
Am i arrogant, selfish, conceited, like a teenage girl
Don’t care again, again
This I ask eveytime
You ask me anything
I have embraced the modern pop culture
Of not caring, of not giving a damn
Of not giving any fucks, of ain’t having no jam
Don’t care, did I say it already?
Well who cares?
Apparently no one
We’re a mass movement of anarchy
Of lost history and geography
born from fear, capitalism and a state of democracy
Is it democracy?
The lines are all blurring,
even my speech is s l u r r i n g
What an excellent way to show
I don’t care,
I dont care
I’ll be on my way
Going along a road, that has been well formed by the million footsteps that preceded me.
The long road not taken is
overrated, overrated
Hop on this bandwagon
We’re all sheeps of the same fleece
Raze us, graze us
We eat the same weeds, the same grass
Fiber, moral fiber. what is that?
We understand money,
Bitcoins, dollars and cash,
blank cheques and pots of gold,
There’s nothing here
the soul long sold
Don’t care, don’t care
empty flesh, empty heart
This is our end, and this is our start
We’re walled minds for humanity’s sake
We roll, smoke, snort and bake
Rotting skin and pink entrails
daddy’s dying in metal jail
Who cares?
None of us do,
We’re the blossoming generation
of a dying world.

Listen To Your Body

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‘Swish’ soft rustles
“No…” your mouth says
But love, are you listening
Your body’s crying “Yes”

It’s the way you arch your back
At my slightest touch
It’s the way you kiss me back
That leaves me useless for much

It’s the way your skin heats
Under the perusal of my own
It’s the way your heart beats
When we’re alone

It’s the way you gasp
Like you can’t get enough
And the way you bruise me
When you kiss me rough

I keep telling you love
Your mind is not your own
listen to your body
It’s wanting for more…

What I do

Oh, I love you darling ..
In a way few things can be loved
Like you’re the last breath I’ll ever breathe
Like you’re the last tendril of rope
Saving me from a cliff

Oh I crave for you darling
In a way only the heart can
Like you’re the last dose
For a raving addict
Like you’re the last chapter
for a bibliophile

And ah!  I lust for you darling
No milder than the raging infernos
Consuming all and none in its wake
I lust for you in a way
More sinful than lucifer himself

You’re it for me darling
You’re It…