Like a white moth in a black mirrored box your moon-spune dress gleams in the balmy night.
Your the spike in my vein.The lurching tune caught in my brain.Your a cheep motel delight.
A whisper says you're all I ever wanted.All and more.I stretch and shivers as you tear me,repair me,deliver me to that alter etched with the words" forever " and " Adore " marked (always)
Burning sage in a bushel, haze forms the veil of mystery that laps the sinew of you thighs and cloaks your dark imploring eyes. Where crimson blossoms,bloom, then burn to warm the Passions treachery.
Smoke drifts across the ceiling, like the ghost of a dozen lovers.
And the heat is thick and stifling
Though I threw aside the cover. My hand is tangled in your hair.When I wake up you won't be there just raven Tressel in my fist ,and my empty wallet on the stair.
The morning rays broke on my gaze. Now I'm sitting on the floor. And I drink to the memory of taste. The salt upon your lips. The rim of the glass cannot compare. I smile and draw a sip.
I cut some gauze and taped it down,where you took your pound of flesh before wrapping it up and carrying it out agaisnt your shinny dress. And when it came time to package your prize.What better thing to choose. You bundle the still beating morsel up in a page from yesterday's news .
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Once an energy combines forces, is no longer mine,it belongs to both of us.The energy that is me ,becomes one with good friends,family and really good pals. Adopted family is hard to find.People you trust once in a while to be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!! For the storm that I came in on the great blizzard, the great fire I came from can be healed and cooled with a good flame of repsotic love
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:15 AM UTC
What,of these hands will my mind tell me,
Warm placid bliss,with every scaring thought.
One more time ,I must dismiss myself,for in front of life's mirrors,I seem to be caught.
Seconds bleed slowly into hours
As once long forgotten memories resurface thought the scars.
Stop, before gets to bad
Before I can no longer see
Not the world around me
Rather,who I'm supposed to be
I beg you ,please ,stare
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
One day the trees blew
Leaves fell by the curb side
Winter came,then slow death all through
Followed by the planet's down side
At the open bay side,you provide, and played pie eyed
You describe . Help the planet survive
Rocks fell down the hillside
Besides the great trembling water fall,is left the great thundering wind step aside
In such a hurry, it calls for bad flurries
Hurry again and take cover inside
We may all end up to coincide
The great wind and I sublimely dined
Drifts slowly into the tide of the minds eye
TREES;COLLIDE:AS NATURE
SUBSIDIES
Lord knows she has tried, to help us multiply
But for what and why ,to fall by the waist side,in histories great divide
SHE HAS TRIED ALL SHE CAN PROVIDE
FOR ALL OF NATURE IS JUST LIKE HER,STARTING TO DIE
She is not a child from the wild side ,her Spectrum applied
She had been told many lies
And she ask the sky ,WHY SO MUCH MUST DIE, to save the souls of all,to all us quantify
And she truly asks why????????
So many of NATURE'S greatest gifts are thrown away.Get away from the **** heat,by way of NATURE'S defeat
THEY SAY IT COULD BE ANY DAY ,NATURE'S great defeat
But Greta doesn't believe them anyway on this day.
We cry away today,not to walk the long through NATURE S sordid highway.
We hope for a great tidal wave to save the planet, just for this day today .Must it all die away on the great sands of the tide ,the greatest diatribe of life, I do describe to apply
How dare you let the planet cry
How can you continuously lie
How dare you continuously let us all fry.
WHY!!!!
WHY!!!!
WHY!!!!
Must NATURE pry and continue to just badly try and again it's just a big lie. But still they dont trust her,she has the greatest allure, for the great possibilites and a great future, for our beloved MOTHER NATURE, FORSURE.!!!!!!
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
The bibleoclasam(destroying the spirit ceremonosely)you experience is a dichotomy to me.Your atraraxia(freedom from fear) is your falter point. The pother(fuss)you give life is a beautiful mellifluous (having a rich flow).My anger phobia (fear of getting mad or angry)is not a Apple-knocker (ignorant or unsophisticated)I hope.Your smiles lights up the room and my eyes go alight. Every thing comes very pady-sticks(very easy) to me in general. I'm going to be very Gullas (bold and daring).All human action's have one or more of these seven causes, chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason or desire (Aristotle).At his best man is the Noblest of all animals, separated from law and justice, he is the worst. I count him braver who overcomes his own desire then he who conquers his enemies, for the hardest victory is over YOURSELF. Every adversity, every failure and every headache carries with it the it the seedof an equivalent or a greater benefit. It has become apparently obvious that are technology has exceeded our humanity..(Einstein) TO be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue. These five things are gravity of the soul,,sincerity, intelligence kindness and free everlasting love. If you break your kneck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you have a problem. Every thing else is merely an inconvenience. In adversity remember to keep an even mind. Sometimes the arcasia(lack of self control).I feel in dealing with your emotional set. Your enantiodramia(conversion of something)into the accismus(into the opposite).I can't always use euphonious(pleasing soft words)to quell your misplaced fear or anger, or unexplained science to you. I will not be glaikit(stupid ,foolish, or thoughtless)in my words. I will not try to be fagacious(transient or fleeing)explanation. But will base what I believe is a truth. My eyes twitch open as I breathe in the smoke. My mouth starts to water, and my emotions feel broke. Still I look up to those glue white blue eyes. Of the blind man who's busy sawing off my legs. And all the while he shows me that sweet tooth grin. And he kicks, kicks, kicks. These legs don't wanna quit.
Yeah they kick, kick,kick. I'll be buried in this pit.Well. I'm bleeding fast,half buried in this junk heap.With this leather bound scarecrow man. Were a roughshod ramshackle pair. I feel you slice my tendon, and the saw blades catching on my bone. And I know so well that ant nobody gonna convince you I'm a okay spirit. You say you were almost all alone my boy. Yes we were almost all alone together. And all i will look at those celertrian blue eyes. Now all I can hear is my laugh. Again is his spitting scream. Now all I can hear is his laugh and my scream. This I know for sure is the blue eyed beauty. And all I know for sure is that toothy swelling grin.And my nostrils twitched from the smoke and the blood. And the rusty saw blade makes a scrape and a tear. And the warm drops keep falling on my eyelids and my face. Yeah, those warm drops keep falling on my head. He'll never put away that toothy smiling grin. And I'm screaming.Here me screaming. Hear the old ******* choking and gargling. When his wind pipe crumbles in my fist. See him drooling blood all down those sore-coverd,sandpaper lips. And while he grins a toothy boyish grin. He's grinning at me with that grin of desire. I can't get rid of the celertrian blue eyes, with the Fara Fosit smiles
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
-Relax
-Calm,be calm young one
I heard the strangers voice, and having no frame of reference with which to originate myself within my surroundings, I readily took heed to these soothing words. Only to soon find my senses entirely overwhelmed as my mind and my body caught up to each other at the same moment. Feeling the most unusually bizarre sensation of having been just previously located fully within my mind. Panic set in as I found myself naked on some distant planet who's surface was composed disproportionately of foose; extremely fine grained sand. The only feature that stood out in any way was the stump of an obviously dead tree. The stranger ,who I realised was actually seated crossed legged and floating some 6 - 8 feet above the barren surface of the desolate moonscape. He continued to re-insure me of my safety and I was in no danger. I had started to hyperventilate and grew ever so close to losing my vision .When the stranger reminded me that breathing was not necessary in the journey we were sharing and was he was going stay with me to ensure my trust guarantee, my return to my body I had known prior to this remarkable experience.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
If only hearts are deathless
And nothing much is true
I'll feed this old black dog
with honeycomb and send him home to you.
The moon is smeared on a glistening street
and orphans dance to a staggering beat
Like the clattering crawl of a boxcar.
I'm watching from the harbor, as ships cast off for the briney blue
And I find myself in that desperate hour
When I imagine that you wonder if I ever think of you
The shoreline is tilting like a drunk. As the stars fill up the tarry bay. The silence like a tubeless hymn, that fills me with a ragged glow.
I'll lay these tired bones on a bed of apple crates
And behind the lids of these sleep-drunk eyes
I'll swim the deep with a woman with eyes like wine and sparrow tongues
and memories of you
So put on your bracelet of coral and bone and your crown of fireflies.
Let me see you dance though the mirror of ice that stole the last glimpse I had of you.
Now I will dance like the pain is a skin I have shed
And sealed in a crackling vinyl shell
Like a Billy Holliday tune in a dark empty room, or my tears at the foot of the bed.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
Entities are a place and a time.
Time is a moment in space
Space thow is from now tell eternities.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Being a rhapsodic (intensely emotional)creature, both gullus(bold and daring)and habil(deft and skillful).You strive for dehydropiandrosterone (achievement of full potential)in your movements,and not expressing with coprolatia's (swear words). You refine yourself to be punurgic(able and ready to do anything)in your actions. You listen for euphonious(pleasing soft words),hopping always to not divigate(stray or digress)to what you are to become, a biblioclasm(spiritual creature) in your spirit. You are never gasconade (extravagantly boosting)in your words. But alas your neogenesis(production of knowledge )is you're falter point (stumbling point). Your forehanded(prudent or thrifty)with your language and badot(silly) in feeling, but blive(right away)in your movements. Your actions are never abscitious(additional) but the pother (fuss) you give life can be an apple knocker)ignorant or unsophisticated) and it comes to you very padsticks(very easy). Hold your kenspeck(view of one's self)to heart. Be a adroaphile (man lover)in life ,and you're always ensorcell(fascinated by someone)in man kind. Take care you might become accismus(into the opposite). Hold aponia(bodily pain at bay),and always be self mindful to never Express your arcasia (lack of self control). Becase with this will be your downfall, and but as well never be forgetful of the past for this for to previse the pain(look into the future). Blively (write away) in the intermediate and live life with an abstract vision of truth. Always remember you will never achieve a pedocock( a valve to reduce pressure) ever if you don't go to your favorite ways, being an vagarious( unpredictable behavior) rhapsodic in you motions. Remember they can watch you with their argus eye(hawks eyes)and leave you natation(swimming)in your Beoetian (dull) life. Always live life with a logomachy(a discussion of words)going,for with this comes success.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
My wife is gone and our baby is crying
Oh,lord, what shall I do ?
The fields lay fallow and
the hounds they lay dying
All my sorrows split open anew
Sweet Angeline, I never seen a vision the likes of you
But now you are gone and I must carry on
To avenge you with plots on the brew
She was taken away by old Simon Legree
Now my Angie is buried and the child that she carried
Remains with,shining with vigor
Why were you left behind when her body was consigned to a ditch drain
is more than I can figure
Now I've wailed my woes up and down the town
Not one good man will take him down
Though I sing his name nine times inside this song
I seen no reparations for his wrongs
So I studied up a plan to see him suffer
For the worst he done to me, I'd show him rougher
I hoped with him to parlay
I crept down to Legrees place
The moon looked wicked full and livid
The frost lay on the barley
The wind made 'me away so the stalks bid play a tune both bright and vivid
The wind slashed me cruel with claws like a ghoul
Till my cheeks burned hot and red
To the servants door I knew well from before
I prowled like a thief and slipped in
My jaw tight-clenched
My guts were soon wrenched
By the stench of his black den of sin
I pressed firm to the wall and soon found the hall had opened up to Legrees great chamber
The hearth lowly burned and my heart made a great turn
See,ol' Simon had come there to slumber
Then I trod without noise
Though I'd fumbled my poise
To a hatch in the floor of the room
I left the wrench to snore,in his chair
In his lair, and sank deeper into the gloom
I closed the trap above my head
And,being a good Christian, said a prayer to quell my fear
The match I held between my teeth
I struck against my stubbled cheek
The spark shot up and gradually
I saw where I had fell
The hole was like a charnel hell house
Except that some were living among those poor unhappy girls
Those seven desperate, starving women
Four of them were breathing still
One was pregnant, one was deaf
The other two so near to death
They hardly held the strength to move clear
A sickening smell right out of hell
Exploded In my skull
It was human filth, and tears and guilt
I saw that death was so close
I realized that hell ain't a place
but a mindless, gnawing fear
I knew then that hell's where Simon
Legree ought to dwell
So I said, right then and there
Sisters, there will be deliverance
Tonight, there will be retribution
The man who has done you violence
Will here taste christ's absolution
Now gather round, here's my solution :
I loosened their bonds and their gags
And till dawn gathered the things for a purpose
I was terribly pleased once the steps had been greased and found we had rope to surplus
Next ,I Tommy flask of roosters blood and my mask
For I knew my turn at last, with my turn to unmask the devil atlas
Then I asked my friends to paint my skin with a ruby taint
Then bark and bray like demons at their revels
Our howl's were like a breeze bourne plague
An ungodly din,to make the ceiling sag
Like someone cooking crickets in a funnel
I can proudly tell you,sir
It weren't long before something stirred
And the door flew up,and a head peered in the tunnel
"LISTEN up ,you bitchs!"
he roared " I need your yowling like grit in my eye!"
I noticed then he had eyes like mud
He went still for a spell and my heart gave an echoing thud
Then he hooted loud and slapped his thigh
"Master ",he said,
I said "yeah "?
He said, "mister devil "
I said ,"I like your style "
He grinned "I ain't seen you in quite a while
He shouted to his slaves for a barrel of wine
Then stepped on the gangway and chattered on in his head
For a long godawful minute I thought the son of a ***** was dead
But before long he sat up and shook his porcine head
" I have a taste for mortal wine ",said I " My drink is for fine blood and burning turpentine "
"Now drop on your knees and prove that you are loyal
There's no rest for the wicked, and the slacker reaps no spoils"
I had him fetch a drum pitch instead
"Tie this rope around your ankle
Make sure it's your left" I instructed
"Can't say I understand", he instructed " It ain't yours to ponder.
Now rest your worry wits and do as I command you"!
And he did
" Now, will you kindly dangle from that aforesaid left ankle?"
And I saw his skin, and it was pale as a lady's powder
I strung him up like a side of pork
Then I approached the young lady with a brush dripping pitch
I'm real glad she me here
For the first time in so many years Simon Legree felt the clutch of fear
When I saw to it that his skin was as dark as his heart,I lit another match a d he reared up with a start
"Do you ever recall speaking these words: (I asked him)
******* never bruise . They're skin already black enough. Their backs are lazy and their skin is tough. You can beat 'em all you want and they'd never show it"?
Simon Legree let out a low,ugly growl. He wriggled, and he whimpered and he shook. " Thats right?you can beat 'em all you want and they'd never show it"?
"Some fool said the meek'll inherit. Though you wouldn't know it."
Then I set him ablaze. And sent the sucker down to hell. His screams were like a symphony, if art could aspire to torture. The women licked their lips and flashed their eyes and the swelter of the beat down on me tell I felt just like a forger.
An ear- rending, soul-bending shriek went up and he went slack and still I bowed like a good blacksmith and tears wet my face. The spectacle was better than I'd hoped
And Simon Legree went down to the devil.
Down,Down, Down, Down.
With Simon Legree.
Did you ever hear about the bounds in the well of hell
Down to the devil.
You could say that Legrees is my life's great bane. But you know, it just wouldn't tear it. So pick yourself off that cold hard ground ,'cause some of us weren't made to grit and bear it!'
I hate him every bit you do.That back-breaking buzzard with eyes like a ferret!. If love will lead us blind and such. Known that I hate him yet as much. itch.My servants of help,will blacked you, she's a good faithful witch
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC