Writer’s Cock

Jack

Writer’s Cock

My brain is a zombie that feeds off words
which tends to daydream of signs that read
“Do Not Disturb”.
In moments of animalistic literary thought
basic instincts which can’t be taught.
Body parts prepare to show affection.
In laymen terms I believe it’s called a “Fear Erection”.
I’ve got one for that perfect sequence.
To prove I’m no jargon delinquent.
Drink a cup of wine and proceed to laugh.
The words morph into an image of a woman’s ass.
Maybe next week I’ll sit down to write.
Pen something really tight.
For now it’s all in my head
to obtain perfection is to pretend.

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The Sorrow of Aggression

 The Sorrow of Aggression

A fool is lost
In the curves
Waterfalls rush down cheek
In a maze of words

Candles light a room 
To exhume 
The benevolent long snuggle 
The soothe of a midnight cuddle

A beautiful face 
Gripped by fingertips 
Glum pouty lips 
Is this what sexy is? 

A beautiful expression in disguise 
For his kindness 
Was it All a lie?

A drowner of hope controls
The clutch of currents
Her love 
Mal-nourished

A desire of darkness
Selfishly fueled
The fascination of 
The cruel

The view from above
Observing young love
Turn to smoke
This must be some sort of joke

A heathen with quick hands
Costly demands

As butterflies turn to ash
She dances behind curtains 
To become
The silhouette of shadow


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The Sorrow of Aggression is a poem dedicated to the women that have had to endure a mentally or physically abusive relationship.
You are beautiful, strong, and intelligent beings of stardust.
I have much love to send in your general direction.  Peace 🙂

When It’s Cold Outside

I’ve decided to re-post this song because it’s cold outside and I rather enjoy it. For those whom it may concern I have about six new songs and two rap projects I’m currently working on and hope they translate into new blog posts. It takes time for the osmosis of linguistics to transpire into greatness. Or, into something I find agreeable enough to post. Recently with-in the continuum of time I found myself lacking the beads of sand in a hour glass needed to press words with efficiency.  I am random incarnate and will finish what I started.  I bleed nursery rhymes in real time to attract women that are fine.  Have a wonderful day and may the WORDS (force) be with you (Insert inspirational emoticon here).

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Sit around and think about the month of may

When it’s cold outside

Lost in the patterns of snow flakes

When it’s cold outside

Try to find away to forget her name

when it’s cold outside

Dream about the love we used to make

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Breathe against the window pane

When it’s cold outside

The glass becomes a canvass to paint

When it’s cold outside

Her fingertips moved by her soul create

When it’s cold outside

The sun reveals an heart shape

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

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Clammy Sea Prawns

Clammy Sea Prawns

The saturated fat of my existence.
Runs laps around the vast difference.
Could someone please tell me where they hid all of the cool whip?
Apparently, it’s buried under a bed of tulips.
As the world listens to trees fall in the forest.
A squiggle lost in the sea of anatomy has golden goosed and will likely flourish.
Polar opposite extract.
Caught up in the mimic vat.
The success rate of sperm to egg at the moment of conception?
This question in translation brought on much speculation.
Insatiable desires based on friction.
To appease the refreshment of the addiction.
Just one more milkshake from the stash.
If that’s the yard then lets mash.

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What did I ever see in you?

What did I ever see in you?

We could have been so unhappy together

As singles circled us like sharks

Looking to pick us apart

I can still remember you on your knees

Crying

Wondering what it was all for

Pride

Randomness

Faucet of the cortex

Sometimes

We say the dumbest things

Since those days

Anguish and a dark road

I close my eyes to hide from this nightmare

Solitude

Isolation

Silence

Become everyday occurrences

How could you have known

I’d become broken against the rocks

As waves of your memories crashed upon me

On the book of many faces

I try to look away

Mutual acquaintances

A highlighted name

Why did you have to click that thumbs up icon

Why can’t I just forget…

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Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

I have so many songs to sing for you.

I have so many soft kisses for your cheeks.

I want to melt into your chest as you caress my back.

Hold you tightly for no other purpose then to feel your warmth.

To comfort you.

My loins are on fire for you.

My heart beats for you.

I walk slowly behind you in my dreams

So I can watch as you walk away in your favorite jeans.

You’re the cup of wine I want to drink.

© 2014 Jfreshly Modern Linguistics Song Blog. All Rights Reserved.​

Heretic

HeyZues

He was a savior
When he passed
The people of this land
Became poor in some aspects
He gave his life, his knowledge, and his ambient thoughts
To create an exodus
Contrived of the demons of man
In a time before currency
In a world before
The word destitute
Had come to fruition.
B.C. (Before Hey Zeus!)
Entwined in the dark matter
Karma had been laced
A.C. (After Hey Zeus!)
Brewed thoughts of humanity
Transparency is key
Well noted by Sir Isaac
With every action
There is always opposed an equal reaction
Thus if you are
Kind, just, and willing to show compassion
Able to share inner properties
Then lucrative energy
Will shower your soul

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