Spit it out!

Spirited you snivel and shout, hauling in your shovel,
as death does a part in your life to aghast a gown.
Entrenched too deep to comprehend the gravel --
life turns to brash nightmares and dost not marvel..
There is the alloted place you could be renown?
When your gilded leafs turn to wilted brown;
sickly sweet, bitter in the chocolate after-ravel...


Spit it out, shout! Let it out, stout - what you all about;
pout make your tongue roll loud! Lapse in you lewdest
doubt. Dreams are the stuff to route off the lands Abound!!


Broken you hump back on your half-assed selfies retract;
doubting twisted perhapses and mayhaves to be continued.
Not as smart-ass, than the mirror images of a contract,
you never wanted to sell your soles or even lace their tact.
Feeling nauseated, for not decreeing the world to be imbued
with an interlude of disposition out of proportions so crude...
Perfection the affection of success meating an unmolded Tesseract!


Spit it out, shout! Let it out, stout - what you all about;
pout make your tongue roll loud! Lapse in you lewdest
doubt. Dreams are the stuff to route off the lands Abound!!


Love is, but a vision between sanity and madness, at peace;
the contemporary art of cutting paper-dolls out of hearts...
When you hold on too close, and don't let go, release
your mind and body -- the fervor and glee turns into a leash.
Don't call on its favors, if not ready to play a mayor part;
teasing Love, like tickling a sleeping dragon is not smart.
Enjoy the insolence, to be young and take the world at ease...