Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

7 January 2016

shut up

 

A rapid and hoarse rasping romance speech

A breathing of sorts song of love to quip

A trained thought yet coarse mind a Heart to breach

Derailing consorts between track and lip

 

From despair to lair tears lust alternate

Upheaval so plain loss of common sense

Oh my lady fair your lover’s a state!

Deceiving and vain the pride of pretence

 

The word and the quill a poet composed

The gift and the art a means to an end

Hegemony shrill as nostalgia posed

The whore or the tart was his merry friend

 

I lead you nowhere pray find me that door

Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

 

shut up 2

 

The Black Eyed Peas – Shut Up

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRzMtlZjXpU

13 thoughts on “Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

    • Ah ah ah, I don’t rant too much but sometimes I boil over until I freeze again, lol. Thank you, you’re such a darling. Someone took this picture a couple of years ago and I was actually saying shut up then 😀

  1. Love this! So much going on but oh, how nicely resolved in that last line. Reads a bit old world and a bit modern, you are talented to join the two so fluently 🙂

    • Thank you so much. I like mixing the old and the new like demure brides do, lol “Something old, something new, something gold, something blue” 😀

    • 😀 Thank you Eric. Thankfully I am not often in such a mindset but sometimes meddlers peddlers and fakers get on my nerves. I am glad you liked it <3

      • I did indeed. 🙂 we all need to blow off steam. Even my mild-mannered personality can become inflamed now and then. 😉 though it does take a great deal if prodding

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