Thursday, August 6, 2009

i found my king.


some gay ass poetry i wrote w/ links to pics and junks and stuff


I would like to manumit your soul
free you w/ harbinger fists
I never stole from you
I gave you an infinite kiss
I gave you booze and lovins...
I had to leave that day
I earn my keep
I make ends meat
I work hard long and through
I survive
I'm not a wife
No boy be wantin' me
I'm just too smart
and too fucked up
Never a bride to be
I'd like for you..
to stop right there and take stock
analyze
be happy and i'll keep you round
friend or foe
well have it out
party til the break of dawn
roof tops, booze bottles
shiny roundabouts...
throw kegs in pools
flotational devices
expedients to fun
radically maxim artifices
Explicate your reasons
Do not always analyze
Hear me and just listen
I've not lead a perfect life
Surprise, nor have you
for we are only human
Our souls go for a ride...
On this ever revolving cyclic universe
Ridiculous rollercoaster ride
This ever revolving pattern of existence...
but we can just refer to it as "LIFE".

Live well and prosper. You may be a king.
But I will NOT be your Queen.

by: lena batman (the artist formally known as lena sheree hoffman)

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