Friday, September 30, 2016

No Tears to Cry



Try to cry when eyes are dry, no lubricant to save your eyes, stare at the air as it continues to dry out your eyes.

Eyes look like dark grey clouds, but weatherman is wrong, no drops ever came around.

Within the storm there’s an eye, no storm, just an eye, calm - makes you think of lip balm while sun bathing under the palms. Look back out at the storm so fierce, you can’t get out of your mind.

What the fuck is wrong…

#DeBarros60/30

Down in the Dirt



Does it hurt, when you’re down in the dirt, crud and fucking mud about.  When you create and others get credit and take the clout.  

Start to wonder what life’s about - create to inspire, create like a campsite with no fire - you’ll need to stick it out, rub all you have together, weather the weather, determine whether you’re flame stays lit in any weather.  

Increase, decrease, in between the crease - like a woman ready to climax, you best not cease.

You’re not sure if success is faking it or if it will really come…

#DeBarros60/30

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Bar Shots



Open rounds and open gowns, bartender callin’ the shots, the brides on the ground.

Bar closes when vomit closes noses, brick wall stumbling, stumble poses.

Holding hands, slumber holding sand, quick to sleep, wake up to quicksand.

Sinking feeling in the chest of another man…

#DeBarros60/30

Angered Sense



When it hurts, it hurts, grip tight till it hurts, feel the pain, lets you know you holdin’ bold

Overcome the hurt, cuts covered undershirt, heart deep, plundered hurt, torn apart, asunder birthed.   

Dig deep, courage announce, you’ll need more than an ounce.

I’m angry and upset, fuckin week is not up yet, tired of chasing the weekend,
It’s time to become an artist like The Weeknd.  Find my voice, let go of Joyce,
She’s ridin’ me like a Rolls Royce.  In the middle of Winter, what a cold choice…

#DeBarros60/30

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Jocks on a Clock



Tickety tickety tock, so many people buy tickets just to watch jocks,
lose sense of time and throw out the clocks.  

Jocks on a clock,
sorority girls nailed jock straps to a clock.  
Football team strapped for time to find their jocks.

On the field yields a human hormone guild,  
Raging on taping, underground tapes reveal all the gaping,
Big A-Holes - quite rude - tried to stick play-doh up the wahzoo…

#DeBarros60/30

Possessed Thoughts



I think I’m possessed, a little more than obsessed/
even if I didn’t want this,
these writing skills I still possess. /

I work on my package in the gym - bow-flexed.
Elliptical no treadmill, no toes-flexed, muscles weak after week, asking, have they grow’d yet?

Sweat goes drip drop/ cutie fell on treadmill - tits flopped/  
I swear it wasn’t a good scene, that’s why they flopped/

I tried to help her up, but her tube top/ was down to her tube socks/
so I walked away with boob thoughts.../

#DeBarros60/30

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Room 9-5-6



Room 956, inside a couple treat each other like candy…
Room 9-5-6/ he bends her like a Twizzler, she bites him off like a Twix/


Ouch!/ they were on the couch/ she started to slip with him in her mouth/
Acrobatics on a couch/ he was under performing, so he was benched like Tim Couch/
Upside down, they thought they could defy gravity but in the end it all went south/


He dropped her on the floor, no 5 second rule, took her to the bath and bathed-her/
Cat style - he licked her Now and Later/


They both loved 69, anytime, this time they had 5 Tootsie Rolls in between 9 and 6/  
Powder all over her and I don’t think it’s a Pixie Stick/  Wild, out of control - Pixie he sticked/ with his d.../
Panties/ grew fur looking fury in panties/ inspired by granny/ he didn’t mind,
he called it, cotton candy/  

#DeBarros60/30

In a Sauna with Yo' Mama


In a sauna/ with yo’ momma/ offers me sushi - BeniHana/  

Sweat/ like middle of the summer with a top down Corvette/

Tan lines/ - concert in summer - fan lines/

Heat rises/ increased sizes/ ballooned air/ it’s not fair/ men think about breast sizes/
when bread rises/…

Sometimes my mind's dirty/ I wash it daily, but babe’s a bit flirty/ she presses shallow and asks me type her body like QWERTY/

Finger tips type her type - curves out of sight - touch type!

#DeBarros60/30

Monday, September 26, 2016

Cupid's Gritty Shot



Can you call an ass full of hearts, art?  
If cupid was an ass, would he still shoot darts at hearts?  
Why do babes reach back for their own ass?  I mean, are they afraid it fell off
In pilates class?
Cupid’s miss dismissed, call this bliss - fit/ looks like she fell down in a dirt pit/
Firm and fit with a bit of grit, hand reaches back to wipe off the grit/
You salivating, wanting to lick -- ick, tongue wants to play the 5 second rule/
Anxious, eager, and excited, emotions of you playing Bejeweled./
You staring at this pic trying to play it cool,
distracted, you can’t bring yourself to play another game of Bejeweled.../ ;-)

#DeBarros60/30

Spawned On a Lawn



Grill and lay/ out for days/, Is that smoke from a barbecue/ or is that Barbie’s-cue to lay out and get blazed/?

I don’t see food truck trays, so maybe this is a picnic, without the man named Nick, never shaved and never got nicked.  

Brought finger-foods/ spoke with varied pitch, like singers-do/

Grass on a lawn/ this is what happens when generations have too much sex - nature spawns/

#DeBarros60/30

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Reach Out and Touch Someone



Reach out and touch someone, he’s from the 90s, lived by the motto, so he’s always reaching out to touch someone.  

Hand of four fingers and a thumb, in the distance you see a washed up singer and sparkles of sun.  

His recording days are behind him, so in this basement apartment, you’ll find him, without his band, without his men.  

He was a backup anyways, anytime a relative lost their voice - he’d back up his kin.

Singin’ and swash bucklin’ with a mouthful of gin, until his smile became a cheesy grin.
Gin in his house, wore a mustache - whiskers like a mouse, didn’t shave, cuz he never left the house…

#DeBarros60/30

Phone Booth'd




Phone Booth’d - Stuck in a phone booth where the tone is mute, like this picture,
The suspense you can’t refute.  Just earlier, she was in the gym workin’ on her glutes’
Trainer had her sprinting in parachutes.  

Escaped the wrath, hot and sweaty all she could think about “Does my hair still look cute?”

She’s thinking - should I call 9-1-1 or order spicy thai for my plus 1.  Conflict of interest looms,
Got to think quick - in the shadows goons loom.

She’s about to give up on the call / dial tone did like her car - - - and stalled/

#DeBarros60/30

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Breadbox Babe



Breadbox Babe:

Kept nice tight and warm/ she was forewarned, and well informed/
She was hired to bake and package bread, not to do porn/

Pins up, pins down. When she’s done with her shift, she dreams of being a pin up, she works towards her dream, so she does more than one sit-up.  Starts to feel the burn, she knows how hard this will be - bliss-fucked.

She questions if making bread is worth the dough she buys with floured bucks, ahhh, shucks…

#DeBarros60/30

Cereal Babe



Cereal Babe:

Filled with milk - drinks the slim, while the ass contains the full fat.

Got messaged on her wall - goons back.  

Met him off social book, made a mixed baby, interracials - cooked.

Cereal under the stars/ up early before traffic busy with cars/   last night she was star struck, sitting with stars/  both near and afar, she squinted like she meant-it, couldn’t believe she spent-it.  

Life savings/ on an ingredient that makes babies/  
she’d rather have a donor/ than another man put a ring on it and own-her/

#DeBarros60/30

Friday, September 23, 2016

Seasonal Seasons



Cool winds, and shaky trees, nature knows Winter’s coming to bring it to its knees.  Season after season, its this way…  

We have no choice, seasons are forced to pray. With no choice in what to say.

Typhoon picks up water,
seasons are like clock work- like coming home every semester - comes your daughter.

DeBarros60/30

Ocean Cowboys



Tug and pull, tug boat in the ocean wants to make waves but it’s living by the moon’s rules.

Waves wave above watery graves, many swam without life vest to shark filled waves.

Yawn, sleepy ocean but no lawn, cowboys on the ocean, can’t mow, they scream -- thiiiss Jaws.  

Back and forth before they were screaming hee haw.  Cowboys trying to surf on a watery lawn.  Surf boards from TV pawn.  

#DeBarros60/30

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Ahoy Over There



Ahoy over there, is that a boy toy, or a boy who looks like Cher?  Oh we’ll I shouldn’t get my hopes up on fanfare, he keeps yelling my name, if he rocks my boat I’mma come over there.

I should really focus on my canoe, instead of Stu, he is few and far between, but last time I kissed him I swore he was trying to share his Listerine.  Next time I’ll have him wash his mouth out with a water filled canteen.  

At last night’s ruckus, I got to see what rough-is, he saddled my lap and grappled with chap,
He forgot his chapstick, but that was not the worst of it,
he tried to sit in my lap with a chapped-d*ck…

#DeBarros60/30

Red Riding Hood



Red Riding Hood, red never looked so good.  Removed her from the hood, took her to the forest/ near moose…Here’s  a little secret she’s kin to Natasha and Boris/  A siren voice, all alone but can still let out a chorus.

Red streams/ - hobby at night is stacks of books - bed reads/  when she writes,
she writes books with bedtime dreams/

Concerning look, a smile took, stare for a while, she’ll keep staring long after you look.
She’s accusing you of dressing up as her granny - swipin’ all her books!

#DeBarros60/30

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Dirty Bath Water


Dirty Bath water - Don’t worry, she refused to come clean and now wants everyone to feel sorry for-her.  

In a bath, refused to wash away the wrath, caused by a rash, caused by her boyfriends ‘stache, she’s fucking upset and thinking “Why does this fucking sting so bad?”

Milky water soaking a silk teddy, as a little girl she refused to wash the milk off her teddy,
she regrets the decision, so she washes her teddy…

#DeBarros60/30

Working Room


In a room, lays beauty and gloom, she just came back from the saloon.
He’s on leave from his platoon.  Lookin’ so tired she should join him and go to sleep soon.

Laying by a dimly lit light, lit nightly, slender and fit like Keira Knightley.

Thinking of her next role, thought’s doggin’ her - maybe she should take it out for a stroll.
Can’t tell if her eyes are open or closed, but for the sake of this story - they now come to a close…

#DeBarros60/30

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Humans Devoured



Just look at the sand-you’re-in, creativity’s stuck, like your butt squished into a sandwich.  Ouch...

Takes time to make rolls - ask a baker and a double chin, nods chin, lookin’ like agreeing again and again.

Life’s too easy, humans consume food that’s a bit too greasy.  

Television’s Mission, turns on quite boring like a girlfriend watching Maury.  She steps on the scale but can’t say sorry.  Won’t tell her there’s no love in them handles, in denial like saying on a beach… sand won’t get in them sandals.  

Humans slow as gravy - won’t move until stirred,
gossipers gossip with and without spoken word.

#DeBarros60/30

Time Ticked Off



Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock- damn clock - causing me to lose track of my thoughts.
On a wall the clock rocks, back and forth like an old lady, lookin’ like she’s one rock away from a Hearst. 90 years went to the same church, all to do the same thing before dying on Earth.
Time’ll keep ticking and not even notice she’s missing…  

Time is no one’s friend, it could care less about you.  
But with time, you better take care with what you do.

Time’s old, but never runs old, it’s the vehicle in which stories are told.

#DeBarros60/30

Monday, September 19, 2016

Hair Strung Beauty



Brunette - has she played your tune-yet?  Playing a harp, heart strings pulled and strung together as art.  

Can a start begin at the top, middle and end?  You look her up and down and wonder where to begin…

Lips shimmer like lake’s-light, you can tell by the look in her eyes - it’s going to be a late-night

Stage fright - you get up on stage trying to sing a staged night - she’s not hungry, but her lip, she still bites.  You nervous on stage, she’s thinking breakfast - are his crepes right?

#DeBarros60/30

Mountain Air



Bar in the mountains surrounded by nature’s beauty/  Inside slim pickins', you scan for a cutie/
you see/ she saw/ up and down, it's a bit early to think about gettin' down on a see-saw...  

She’s hot, it’s cold out-side/
you tryin’ to be sly-guy/ bump her mom/
so you get the attention of a daughter who’s brunette not blonde/  

Now play it cool/ why not tag along to a game of pool/ what’s this, you came in running shoes, ran to get a breath of fresh air/  pull her closer, tell her- she’s that breath of fresh air, inhale, upset your lungs - air so good they think you’re having an affair…  

#DeBarros60/30

Adventure in Colorado!





Picture that Adventure

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Painful Bullet Not Bitten



Pain’s in brain
bite the bullet/
negative thoughts muted/
Attire of courage - only action - - is suited/
Walk mile after mile - only concern of shoe-is/ one step at a time is what’ll fuel-this/

Breakthrough - get ANGRY/,
action on that fear - holding a sign reading “YOU CAN’T TAME-ME”

Understand self doubt will attempt to frame-thee/,  inaction reveals insanITY/
Makes-believe you can’t take stand on beliefs.  
Jury of the weak peak, tell you, “This feat, you can’t complete, so why even move your feet?”

Regret is painful, now on your deathbed, tears continue to weep/
long after the removal of your earthly seat/…

#DeBarros60/30

Life's Servings | Packaged Ingredients



Just when you’ve depleted your stores, you’ll need to replenish more,
show the world what you have in store.  

Repeat the cycle/ - - - have faith in yourself - - more than the bible/
Beliefs struck with action, make a spark -  set up camp - - make it tribal/

When times get tough and nasals flare - - - show us your flair!
Flair’s not a valid fare if courage is denied entrance to this worldly fair!

Times tough/ a bit much/ simmer a bit more, think outcomes, not instant lunch/  
Tender dreams at stake - only way to complete the recipe is become tougher than tough/

No one’s cooking your beef - you’re the chef, cook/ and critic hiding in the dining room nook/

#DeBarros60/30

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Boo and Netflix



You and boo/ Netflix'd in a room, attachment needed - Roku/

Watching a love story and whispering, " oh that's you!"  "Oh and don't you think we look so cute?!"

*6 months later...*

Instead of watching Netflix, she's on to the next-d*ck, she's not being treated very well, but still puts up with the pec'd-d*ck.

He's in the gym a lot, while she plays the role of wifey - checking out at the Save-A-Lot.  She's a Harvard alum, he's an athlete that never won, only thinks of himself and not his plus 1, coached himself with inspirational movies but then was done.../  Disappointed his coaches - Coach Carter bummed!/

#DeBarros60/30

Snow Bunny's Tea Party



In Keystone, b*tch on my lap, she charged me, said it wasn’t a free-moan.  
Tea spiked at a snow bunny’s tea party everyone’s wasted - tea-gone.

The class of rack and ass, she rode a donkey school, cheeks spoke out, without raising its tail.  Bouncing in its seat , it spoke out in class.

Snow bunny, I’m way to bunny hop, couldn’t escape the troll at the toll, got stopped. Troll charge me twice - troll’s cunning.

Ponds-cool, oh so very cool, dog park nearby - JaRule.

Tool belt on my hip, she’s got a rack a job too, so I guess I better get to work, twist the knobs and lay in the screws.

#DeBarros60/30

Friday, September 16, 2016

Travel Cracks a Smile



Good weather, is it when people smile the same flock of a feather?  Sunshines then rains, you hoping it all gets better, because after the bad, you expect good, like after a no, then comes the should.

Sunshines, always in action/ not a smile out of you, but them lips still flappin/  Impatience, toes still tappin’/  

You should tap dance, travel the world and make map romance, make a partner prance/ in underwear, eyes take in more than one glance - VIEWS!

#DeBarros60/30

Riding Pine with Mr. Wood



Riding Pine,
Pine Wood, no make believe, this not GTA - No Vine Wood.


Ride the bench in silence, silent wood, ride the bench like a mime would.
Raise early without a sound, be stealth, like a mime’s wood.


Hard surface/ carve out a manger, now that know where birth-is/


Amongst pines/ Lumberjack meets a mountain Jack, they’re both one of a kind/
Brokeback mountain - they both love the pine/ where the sun don’t shine/


One step ahead of the other, no matter who’s ahead, someone’s always behind.../

#DeBarros60/30

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Ruffled Paper



Citrus of an orange/  bitter not ripe, like non-believers amongst mormons/
Sermon targeting wives - don’t dare bring in more-men.

Rights to polygamy - one to many/ makes a crowded bed, one too many/
It’s ok - feed them mini bites compressed in mini tights, that’ll make sure they’re plenty skinny/

Adventure in Utah, tube tops on two saws, no teeth on the blade, but like Gerber I drooled all day/ nipples in an array/ I never knew it’d be so simple to make my day/

Pokin’ through like pasties losin’ glue, a fused muse accused of stickin’ it to her boo!

Damn, I know these crazy thoughts I couldn’t write…. If I was you.

#DeBarros90/30

We Met Under a Sunset, Near a Nun's Net



Sitting under sunset’s hue/ your pale skin stood out under an orange hue/
Reminds me of your blush, powered skies, breeze carrying a subtle hush…
I squeezed a wet apple and got a handful of puddle-butt.
 
We tossed and turned on waves break
Insomniac love, sleepless love, Nature’s show - viewers in the distance were a group of doves/

Tired eyes with tired thighs wired high/
Called you my Siren when you let out that sigh/ Yeah, I know you’re usually louder
but you were coming down from a high/

You on me, you my snack - nibbled you, sent me to the moon with a weightless snack.
Had no food, but I had you, tit for tat in a tally shack, had no coat but still found your rack.

We stayed up all night, all night, next morning I was late
Two weeks later you were late - took a test - didn’t make a mistake

Call that a perfect love test, I got abreast of the breast, that handed me the love test/

#DeBarros90/30