.:King and Queen of the Bungle:.

kriticool · Number of posts: 124 Registration date: 2007-03-04

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We’d been lyin'-G friend that's been the trend
And we can no longer afford to monkey around

Remember Uptown?
Zoo York, Central Park...near that watering hole?
We got tangled; caught in all of them opaque conversations.
And there were some stray moments of thick stagnation ::clearly
Most of 'em...
Them moments seemed intentionally unclear...
Hanging out there
Like grazing gazelles beyond our grasp.

Who would've thought paradise wouldn't last?

Now repulsion unveils
The omitted parts of Our Tallest Tales..
Our twin thoughts
Feelings of giving up on maintaining
The stress and the straining of keeping our love within The Lair
Those feelings just haven’t been there

And to have ‘em again..
No longer is it felt to be a hunger; no longer a thirst..
What's worse; it’s been more like a curse
Like the Revenge of the Mau~Mau
So tell me now...How did we become so foul?

This change in perceived attitude. Familiar courtesies
They now come across as half hearted and rude
Just like our lies...Let’s just now call ‘em polite alibi’s
How they were framed out within our short term sentences
Sentences that you and me...We served methodically
While relentlessly; our time together took it’s time to take us under
Flashes of light; but no thunder

::Fancy this::

You and me..
We were too good for our own bad
Now it’s so sad
How could I’ve been your King when you were always on the hunt?
Each stunt...posing as Feline Mystique; You coloring me weak
Reminding me how I “cried uncle”
-Scar
-Faced forward...now
Deep stitched - it’s been a bitch

In this fervor for facing our futility
Forward marching towards an undercutting position
My closed eye wouldn't listen and the other eye
It got satisfied
Satisfied with its own open eyed blindness
While you creeped..
Stepping over my kindness
Chasing your tall grrrrrrr-ass tales

::Fancy that and this::

Lions in the mist
We've become captivated by our own royal shit
Thinking our herds of turds; that they never stunk
Now we’re caught in a perpetual funk
A funk where our fecal
It no longer matters; a longtime pairing now in tatters

However, I suppose for mirrored reasons
We had managed to wild it out for so long
For reasons obsessively strong; but
Now...they’re weakened and guess what?
Don’t neither one of us seem to be wanting to roar back...

No stunt; No front

::Just fact::

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M.A.P. · Number of posts: 380 Registration date: 2007-11-20

kriticool wrote:

How could I’ve been your King when you were always on the hunt?

I like this whole piece a lot. The above line gripped me most. So simple and honest. Thanks for sharing.

kriticool · Number of posts: 124 Registration date: 2007-03-04

^^

glad u liked whatchu liked enuff to say so,,,thank u.

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