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I
Ancient wives’ tales, made into sob stories about the ever so gentle mother nature. Venus crushed by Mars and forced into metamorphosis. Hidden forces and destructive powers under a facade of innocent, fragile flesh. Milk and honey will be saviors of man. Cybele’s womb; creating them again. Craving destruction and suicide: She will destroy us all.
II
Aphrodite adopted an Ego, she’s modern and female. Suffering turns her on, destined to wait in fruitless lands for her love. When he returns: Her nature to avenge the universal pain: the kind, weak boy will die in her treacherous loving arms. Failed to be like him now she’s lost
III
He feels like a rock, looks busy and doesn’t need me. Not so pretty; dark clothes and square shoes. Unkept hair on straight lines defining his face. Animal attraction forcing Venus to attack. The rock never breaks and she’s in pain. Crying and hurting, he comforts her. With a sly smile and a burning chest thinking I’m saved. Oblivious of her head resting on the small crack she made.

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You're on the other side of the Berlin wall, it's. I just. We're both holding it up and I feel like if I could let go knowing you would to. We could. We could. We could just let it crush us and I think we'd be happy under the wreckage.

Not the one to sound saccharin

I put a tear in Cupid’s eye

High expectations.
More likely a fear of rejection...

Losing imaginary infatuation.

Walls cover the grass.
Break them down, slide them to the side.
Tornadoes ripping on the lawn. Gently brushing by, making the sprinklers go off. Breaking the windows… kissing the doors
Volcanoes on my breakfast table, breaking the morning fast with a splash of lava squirting out.
A disaster; burning the village, breaking the bed… Leaving wrinkled sheets after it leaves.
She’s unbalanced and in need of a protector. But the laws are unbreakable. Fire breathing and constantly erupting the volcano is nearing destruction.
Violently coming over and over…
Burning everything in it’s way clinching to the ground for salvation. Still in unrest she falls asleep trembling…

Violence and the blues, storms stirring all around, heart pounding, can’t stand the sound, banging on the bars.

BANG

Ribcage in pain

It’s a bird, open up, it’s in love with the sky.

Tasted flight and gazed down in contempt towards the ground…

Never was yours, it’s his now

There is a deep pleasure vibrating inside of me and it's reflected in your juices washing
away
the
shaving               cream.

It’s your total surrender

The pulsating of your veins.

Pushing against a mixture of rough and breathtakingly soft skin…

I often mistake your shyness as a rejection because I could
                         die
buried in your black hair.

Giants walking, china white in a living room, lions eating, different socks and a witch on a broom. Three suns, endless seas, honey rivers crossing chicken roads. All in stories from paradise. Man made and an insult to god. All powerful in all ways, praise be The Lord. Locked in chains, ***** every day. Cries all the time, she’s 40 years old. Pirates found a younger one and ****** her more. Jealous old lady, killed the young broad. Fire extinguishers, bunnies and carrots. The most ridiculous poem in the world. A boxer to knock the dumb ones who don’t understand. Two brothers, one woman in love with both. If you’re that guy, give her up.

Maybe they’ll stumble upon my beautiful words, those would surely make their hearts sink, rise, rotate and swirl on the edges of their chest. Make the physician within them cry out of recognition with my bitter medicine. Please just swallow it, accept me.

Gave you the thought…

Set you free, stole your soul, threw you of the edges of a cliff. Carried away by the forcefull tides away from home, away from me. Bitter medicine indeed.

Womans enclosed mind in pain

Heart in ******

I’ll give you your soul back

Please just love me

Angels ask why…

Why choose a perfect system?

Only to defile it with one imperfect being

It was a bird with grey feathers, and red eyes; locked on her child. Determined and terrified she came out of her shell and with legs like lead she started to move. Crying for help.

I witnessed it all.

From the flight to the fall, a man was throwing rocks from afar. A hero to save the innocent from a ruthless hawk.

Good vs evil

Devil vs God

The man saved the day, he chased the evil predator away.

Natures drama between turtles and a hawk.

I said “please stop, don’t you see that she’ll starve. There’s nothing else moving in this heat.”

“No, there’s food in the sea” he replied - “the turtles will survive!”

“Not them!” I cried, “the poor bird; he’ll starve and die.”

Like leaves from the vine

falling

so

slow

or a brave soldier boy, that never came home…

Light with crawling arms as a reflection on a white wall.

A morning star like the ones on my ceiling at night.

Giving borrowed light to fight the monsters.

Imaginative child seeing a man with a knife instead of a clothes hanger, a T-Rex where the swings should be.

Afraid at night and quiet by day.

The most sensitive boy you’ll ever meet changing into a heartless ******* with no

memories

of

hugs

from

his

mother.

Monsters everywhere, it’s like he’s one of them.

Aggressive

sad

lonely

caveman.

Me in the blue.

Violent, shirtless pugilist, wearing leather shoes.

Dancing on the canvass and pities the fools with no reflections.

Muscle and mind synchronized to face the strength of his weakness, weakness to his strength.

The only one who understands the sacrifice, training and pain.

Timeless crucial ignorance.

A dance of true love if there ever was one of pure violence.

We ride past the revolution
carefully
observing
behind the glass windshields of our taxi.
While some inhale
the fumes of mother earth
drying their tears on their own.
I’m racing home
hitting roadbumps so hard
everyone smashes their heads against the celing.
Lost in
fantasies that never rhyme like truth does…
Can you explain why they lie so much?

Don’t trust these people!
Watch your pockets… You wanna get robbed?
*****?
Killed?
You’ll get caught!


“You’re going to be alright” - said with an amused smile.

We’re going home.

It’s going to be ok.

Living amongst no roses… except the one she sold
100 for the hour
Life is to hard It knocks her off bal
ance
Annie are you OK?
Did he *** inside of you?
I died in a bar fight… Are you OK Annie?
I wish I could come back

Ice cream for the kids.

Tea for the summer because the heat stays away from warm intestines.

Get lids for the open holes inside…

Society

Place them right beside the holes and show how empty some places can be.

If they get embarrassed and cover their ****** ****** and harsh truths.

We can be empty and happy because nobody sees what shouldn’t be.

But is.

Now we can all drink tea to stay cool but never ice cream in the winter….

That’s ridiculous the kids would laugh and call me crazy.

They're like bolts of lighting passing me by.
- It can be so static with all these emotions at the same time.
-I have all the explanations... rational-lies.
-Radical is sometimes what's  on the inside.
-I know we're talking about lives, but if I was different it wouldn't make a difference to some of the brightest lights to illuminate mine.

If scales weighed the weight on Atlas; the bristling oceans, the sandy dunes gently falling on his shoulders. The winds carrying dark clouds accounted for and presented right before his lowered head…

What if his perceptions changed?

Right & Wrong suddenly became the same.

What if his morals where out of place?

If I could ask forgiveness. Would I put my nose to the ground or just show it in my resignation? The world is so strange to a grown child…

Atlas should just shrug it of and make this madness end.

They get excited over the waves flowing when I walk by.
They look so weak
And I feel so strong
But then it’s all the same
I feel like this makeup is warpaint and my short dress sometimes turns into armor.
Honestly
I would wash over the world with my waters and crush buildings with the wind at my command.
But I can’t
Instead I have a flute playing wonderful songs and all these boys follow me into the ocean.
To drown
While I lay there unsatisfied

Here’s where the story begins: One night, feeling empty I called God. Said I wanted a creature embodying all the feminine, an hour later, she walked in.

I watched in disbelief as a step started a lone violin, her walk queued a dozen, amazed by this skill I invited her in.

She put other sad girls to shame, for she had a soundtrack to her walk. Steps accompanied by music is what every girl wants, an orchestra or a live band playing as if directed by her hips. Full lips writing melodies as she speaks.

Ancient profession and she’s a professional, we’re all poets and lovers, a player playing wonderful music as I bade in her thighs, kiss the sides of her wide hips. Fingers running… Down. Her abdomen aching for me to get inside. Tongue barely brushing by. Feeling the pain in your left thigh as I become the passion to the right so I… Stop. You ask why and I say: “Not yet” You laugh it of, grab me and we’re at it again, grab your neck, squeeze those hips, hold your knees, kiss those lips… Pushed you of, said goodnight, left the room.

Caught me quick, with an attitude, said you lost.

Paid for ****

Now I’m the *******