#DettyYourself - Poetry

These are the "detty" days

A stroke of perfection hitting the spot and causing ripples for days

A rare phenomenon for the impatient "blood" popping out of the veins

Only an inch away if you'll tighten your jaw and think of sun rays

Screams and moans of pleasure oozes like a fountain

A journey of wet hallways and joy as strong as pain

Others may believe that this excitement is one that you feign

But when that climax hits, boy! It's like lightening!

This is not dirty, the word is detty!

These are the detty ways

Keeping your calm even when you want to grab life's lemons

Knowing you are meant for greater melons

The passion will drive you like an escaping felon

Never to be locked in the wrong mistress' talons

Detty is not a jargon

Detty is a lifestyle, you are the icon

It is the inspiration that makes a King out of a little "garcon"
Now, remember to Detty Yourself.

- Kojo Manuel

Comments are welcome.

Jupiter's Cock!

Bloody hell! What did I do?
She lingered and paused, she stared.
For fucks sake! What did I do?
She smiled and giggled, she winked.
Jupiter's cock! Tell me what I did!
She held my hand and she caressed it like it was a magic wand.
Cocksuckers! What did I really do?
She whispered in my ear, "This is the only way"
She exhaled seductively, this is not fair!
Wankers! Tell me again, what was my error?
She pulled me closer, batted her eyes, licked her lips!
I could smell her perfume, I was consumed.
Her body was calling, Eiffel tower was rising, my freedom speech I was writing.
This is beginning to make sense... Answer me, I have seen injustice!

You infidel! This is what you did!
Your madness was stirring, the doctors were panicking,all your drugs you were spilling!
Bloody bastard! I will list your crimes on a scroll!
On the floor you rolled, your favourite nurse you floored like leaves during the fall.
The guards held you down by your hand, it felt like all the greek gods lived in those damn hands! You swung like Hercules, jaws meeting your hand.
Insignificant worm!
The nurse screamed, "This is the only way!!"
You carried her on your back like a mason on the field.
Through the halls, we saw you racing and screaming "MILF MILF MILF!"
Fool!
Her clothes you tore, counting, "1,2,3,4!"
Licked her forehead, like a zombie's foreplay!
Your boys begun rising, through your hospital robes, they were pointing. 
You were ready to play!
Third-class monster! Do you remember now, fester? 
When she swung her shoes to your head, that sent you to bed.
Heels stuck on the edge of your face - feeling the smudge.
So welcome to hell, you berserk wench! 

A Soft Savage

Tick Tock Tick Tock

We are inches away

Tick tock tick tock

Breathe in, don't panic

Tick tock tick tock

The wait, the thrill; takes your breathe away

Just before you dig in, waiting like served picnic

Those tiny muscle twitches

Take a step closer - you will feel no glitches

That breathe on your face quickens your heart pace

Suddenly lips feel so dry,

The look in her eyes, "I don't mean to pry"

You lean in…

Pause!

That moment - its here, isn't it?

Just an inch away but still so far away

A glance is not enough, you don't seem so tough

All you see is buff - that feeling, its off the cuff

The first touch is watching your favourite superhero in his prime

Primetime Primetime!

Your nerves get the message

Primetime Primetime!

Its time for art

Brush stroke... Brush stroke...

Strawberry - Yoghurt - Chocolate - Ice

Taste the paint of age

Its vintage in the present, a soft savage.

LOST CHRONICLES

1:47 PM

I will break this down in plain words

Words to deep thinkers, this is why pain hurts

Hurts like madness you can witness in a verse

Verse One hasn't even begun but it feels cursed

Cursed is the wind, Cursed like the number 13

13 times you will read this but 15 times lost

Lost like the ending of "Lost"

Lost for words in a world full of non-existent opportunities

"Opportunities come but once"

"Once" was 20times ago

"Ago make am", the lies we tell ourselves every night

"Night time" is every time for dying dreamers

Dreamers die at 25… Think about it

Its sick!

Sick-ening desires to be great

Great minds poisoned by the cage of reality

Reality fashioned for madness

Madness is the epitome of this poem written by a mad man

Man claims sanity

Sanity is birthed from insanity

Insanity is the price for greatness

Greatness is a fallacy molded for shallow thinkers to think

Think and unknow - everything is a lie
Lie down and soak it in...
Indeed I am lost, ain't I?