Alright
get ready
speak now my words aloud
and pretend for just a moment
your voice is mine
together intertwined
through time
crossing over the lines
and your voice becomes mine
and your mind become mine
together reading aloud
the next line

Pu§§y
please forgive me
if this vulgarity
this disfigured heresy
spoken aloud that now
embarrasses me
offends your
our minds
intensively

this one word
this small giant verbal splurge
spoken from you now
the other computer nerd
that chews up nouns
pronouns
verbs
and throws down
when it comes to words
being tossed around

whatever the context
pu§§y does not fit in my world
it's too perplex
for a word so useless
unless specifying a cartoon character
named Felix

A flower
better suited to devour
the weak that cower
and in love showers
the ready
that listen for words of beauty
to embody each of us with such power
so that we could then blossom
and write and speak words
of wisdom

Never pick a bud
unless to smoke it
because in the end you'll be smoked
don't defile a life evil person
no bull§hit
I'll sink your pirate ship
and all your evil deeds along with it
with only one ink drip
to send you into a haunting mind trip
that will make you choke and a silver tongue
to where you cant breath and you quench for it
while running for life's spring edge
I pledge
I'll rip the world out from under you
and you'll trip so hard your mind will split
and with jagged leach teeth
fork your own tongue to become the snake
as you are
with a bloody painful split
and all will know you as
the snake that went so far
as to pick it too quick


Never let a flower bloom and wilt
and fall apart dried of it's essence
it's silky mothering milk
because you can't understand what you do not know
and only the garden feels the guilt
for the flower that didn't quite blossom
killed by the salt in so many tears spilt


Never pick a flower for it's beauty
and only to pick a flower
rather study it's petals
and immortalize them in polish
so as to never wilt and crack
like old hardwood varnish
but instead harness it
and never let it die
but swim in a sea of popery
for eternity
and let new flower grow from it's seeds
to fill the garden for others to see
for they and I
like you and perhaps one day I
let the rest decide
which of those flowers to be plucked
to take for a bride

©April2009
 By: Roberto Loera