Word wielding love warrior

Blue moon baby

Crafted in the morning when

God was funky fresh

Voodoo practicing, witch craft

Manufacturing, cinders at the stake.

Pish talk champion three years running

And under consideration to be a saint

Like Cupid or Marley

I’m love stoned and what a delicious fate.

Diamond farmer, snake charmer

The harp fiddler of Douglas Place

Light me up while I’m training

Soul shakedown, superwomen aiming

Classy lunar lidded, transcendental wanna be.

Dirty lopsided classic

Loyal kite flyer supreme

Sunny side walking, pimp talking

Grapefruit tasting extraordinaire

Green eyed flashing, passion mashing

Over indulgent yet cliché thrashing

Tea leaf reading, love seeding

Seriously intrinsic Leo bleeding.

 

SEEKS:

 

Stage debater, plan hatcher

Hypocrisy hating with swagger stature

 

Rhyme sculpture with gentlemen

Genetics obscene or a mischief fisticuff king.

 

TO:

 

Move to my island, which must have;

Warm turgid sapphire seas

Music brought by the breeze

Mango groves, Cabet coves

Hammocks, decks and marijuana trees.

No clocks (I’m fighting the tick-tock disease)

 

If Interested:

 

Please, contact Tallon

At The Hippie Hideaway

I’ll be kissing Angelina’s lips

Shotgun hits which evolve

Fiery brazen quips.

I’ll turn the lights down low,

Sizzle embers golden

And wait…

To get up and go.

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