writer, that decided to write a song... 

You  placed a hand on the small of my back 
Now  I  protect and attack 
My feelings and even myself 
Before I do what I can’t take back
the communication occurred 
Without you even saying a word 
And I think I would have to  concur 
Cause I was grounded but now I’m unearthed

placed a hand on the small of my back 
Now I  protect and attack 
my feelings, and even myself 
Before I do what I can’t take back
the communication occurred 
Without you even saying a word 
And I think I would have to concur 
Cause I was grounded, If I may


Be A pest 
I must confess 
Your pleasures of the flesh 
The best 
If I’m honest 
I know you don’t want strings 
Attached 
But I’m backed up with feels
A cache
So I thought before I crash
I might Dispatch



Hugs and kisses on tick tac toe 
Our bodies are grids and it’s stop and go 
‘overbearing play, would ruin the day 
So I hold myself back so we can grow 
I must admit I’m a bottle of nerves
Trying to figure out what you deserve 
Should you prefer I make the first pass 
should prefer if I didn’t even ask 

Hugs and kisses on tick tac toe 
Our  bodies are grids and we stop and go 
‘overbearing play, would ruin the day 
So I hold myself back so we can grow 
I must admit I’m a bottle of nerves
Trying to figure out what you deserve 
Should you prefer I make the first pass 
should you prefer I

 Be A pest 
I must confess 
Your pleasures of the flesh 
The best 
If I am honest 
I know you don’t want strings 
Attached 
But I’m backed up with feels
A cache
So I thought before I crash
I might Dispatch

Before I
Be A pest 
I must confess 
Your pleasures of the flesh 
The best 
If I am honest 

I know you wanted this, without strings attached 
But I’m backed up with my feelings, in a cache 
So I thought maybe before my system crashes 
That even if this is unrequited, I might dispatch

Pleasures Of The Flesh

2-6-2022 

I'm 29 and going through some stuff... Saturn came to deliver me

Saturn Delivered me a Message From Pluto since Pluto is demoted

This is the first cycle of musical works (8 songs total, more to come soon) that I made to further my writing, both as a creative vehicle and as a promotion of what I dream to become.  Everything I wrote and performed was to my highest conceptualization of pleasurable material, mostly for me on my path, for as a Maverick, I speak to no tribe but the plot I cultivate.  I hope you'll join me.  

Thank you  for listening 

Finally, thanks to everyone who helped me make this happen.

Pretty Pollinators

State Of 28

Dedicated to anyone who's ever woken up and wanted to do their French Most for someone else...

M' French Most

Welcome to the ODD-P  the Only Damned Dinner on Pluto... The only state is statelessness and the people know never to get comfortable because the winds carry the sands of time and time will erode everything.

Plutonian Winds

Go Left Go Right 
What’s it matter?
what's left, what's right
Division has an appetite 
Division has an appetite alright I...

I 
come 
home 
I
ask, 

what are we becoming 
because I 
don’t know.

What are we becoming 
because I 
Don’t know 

You  offer me a favor 
‘I respond, “I didn’t even ask” 

I tried to do a solid 
you'd rather accept liquid and gas 

How can two move forward
If one can never overcome the past 

you counter an attitude 
With an attitude 
Ineptitude is all you'll ever

Have you considered 
meeting me halfway 
well neither 
have I for you
So let’s agree we were both
wrong 
along 

then 
I'll 
Love 
You 
all I ask 

just where were we going
because I 
didn't know

and what are we becoming 
because I 
don’t know 

(I don't know) 

but you expect and I expect 
and now it seems we never learned respect 

You protect and I protect 
and now it seems there’s little 
to protect 

If you’re correct and I’m correct 
Then why are we both full of Regret 

You counter an attitude with 
an attitude 
ineptitude is you'll ever get

please, please 
remember...

Remember

It seems I never fully make it back 
My suitcase never seems to unpack 
I may be bound to you and that’s a fact 
When did I ever make such a pact 

We get along 
In dusk or dawn 
We bond like koi fish in a pond 
Circle one another 'round like I don’t know what else to do 
Or what else I can keep my mind on 

Parting is such sweet sorrow 
We give we take we borrow 
And ebb and flow no sorrow cause 
We come back every time 

(E-v-l-o-v-e  e-v-l-o-v-e-e-v  l-o-v-e-e-v l-o-v-e-e-v-l-o v-e-e-v-l-o v-e-e-v-lo-v-e e-v-o-l-v-e)
 
Parting is such sweet sorrow 
We give we take we borrow 
And there’s no tears tomorrow cause
We come back every time 

Evolve is just a symmetrical word 
With som’ol trapped inside the center 

The word "evolve" is just a symmetrical word 
Som’ol holding it in place 

If that’s the case 
then it’s face 

can we really fall from grace? 

If we’ll rebound and on the return trip 
We’ll find that love was spelled in reverse 

Parting is such sweet sorrow 
We give we take we borrow 
And ebb and flow, no sorrow... cause 
We come back every time 

(E-v-l-o-v-e  e-v-l-o-v-e-e-v   l-o-v-e-e-v    l-o-v-e-e-v-l-o   v-e-e-v-l-o   v-e-e-v-l-o-v-e   e-v-l-o-v-e)
Parting is such sweet sorrow 
We give we take we borrow 
And there’s no tears tomorrow cause
We come back every time

(E-v-l-o-v-e  e-v-l-o-v-e-e-v   l-o-v-e-e-v    l-o-v-e-e-v-l-o   v-e-e-v-l-o   v-e-e-v-l-o-v-e   e-v-l-o-v-e)

eVolVe (evLOVE)

Best Of Odds

-You lie asleep on my now sleeping arm 
Your body rises to a foreign heat 
Now breaking sweats it hadn’t when alarmed 
while I redeem the clamminess as neat; 
As I will never understand my charm
nor what could’ve been seen before we spoke 
Or how you are within my arms, disarmed, 
A moment I could easily revoke, 
By Prick; with puncture, I could do you harm, 
Instead, I refrain, as I feel reborn-  
New blood: not like denial from this arm, 
But something like a swear, that’s yet, but sworn 
that if I were to swear, I might to you: 
This left arm to earn what my heart can do
@AMaverickPlot

amaverickplot

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