I am the Grotesque
Marques de Sade
I am the Notorious
Giacomo Casanova
I lurk in the Dark Street
Impatiently for the Week
Enthralling and Charming
I smile (vile) with a dimple on my cheek
I see they are vulnerable
Seeking for a God
And that God I become
I am the fruit that will make them succumb
I destroy any trace of humanity left
It’s the Body that I want and Soul I shall bet
As I possess the Boy, ********** the Rich Lady or the Monarch
I cannot impede the images in my mind
Crossing this Arch
Unique Treasures I will find
In my sheets of satin
The playground of Satan
Tortures of Pleasure
Take place as I make pressure
****** Ropes with humans Cries
Bites of Pain while the Soul fries
To my Chandelier I tie my Slave
I whisper in sinister voice: Be Brave
My Hand goes where it wants
It has a Will of its own
Unlike its Subject
I shall make it my Object
My Tongue travels the nervous skin
Salt and fear sheen
Sustaining the Evil in me
And the Evil rises vigorously
The Tongue seeks it Moist or Hard
Something of Putrid smell and flavour
Spiking the rib cage with an Object of ******* nature
The Slave inhales Pain
And exhales Lust
I feel it in between the spiting in my Face
And the cries for clemency
I cannot understand why It doesn’t see the Artistry
Of the way I subdue IT to my Supremacy
Are the candles not too hot?
Is the ***** too cold?
Are the Faeces dry and old?
Maybe the splintery wooden **** Pug is slipping out.
Or the Rusty Chain around Its neck too loose
(It is impossible to please
So have this in mind when you fall in Love
You fall alone, you see
Like a Dead Dove from a Dead Tree)
And having that Epiphany
Altruistic acts shall be only for me
Do not close your Eyes
Do not pretend Death in Disguise
My Dagger is now sharp
Spread your legs
Let us see you Drip
Drop by drop
In my mouth ‘til full
White and Red viscous Miracle
Swallow Seeds and Swallow Beads
Now that Gratitude is paid
And the Ritual complete
It’s time to get Laid
Fornication until Testicular function is Obsolete
I use Pig’ Intestines for protection of my Hook
As ridicule to the Book
It’s funny and punning
The Pork really IS Possessed
The friction stinks
And Burns to my delight
The Pain that it brings
Shows It no Light
Is this the End?
The Nirvana my friend!!!
Can you feel it?
While you chase the Last Breath?
I Erupt and Explode
It Implodes – the Explosion is within.
Oh Glorious Dissatisfaction
Oh Dead Body that dangles
I wish IT could see what IT & I created
Superb Creation
No words can explain
Its Life was not in Vain
It was Art
For me to Manipulate
The Rush in my Veins
Quickly vanishes
Leaving me with this uncomfortable
Feeling???
Another Day another Dime
Another Day another Dame
Another Day another Dammed
I am the Ultimate Pleasure seeker
I am the Grotesque Artist
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
I fly nowhere with screams
Hollow vocals are broken dreams
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
See a Sea of Secret Signs
Voluptuous Volatile & Vile Vultures
Creatures Creating Cretinism
Solid Solutions & Solid Situations
Subconsciously Violins Consuming Sounds
Roses Rapping River & Roads
Water, Walls, Weeds Wallow
Cremating Carnivore Carnations & Carnivals
Tenacious Terrorism Trimming Time
Riddles Will Consume Things
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
*** me up on fire
Trigger my desire
Softly stroke me with caress
and lips
Lovely tongue this of mine
For it’s an explorer
Ready to deflower
Passages into your forest
*** me up into frenzy
Let me be a slave to your seduction
Torture me before eruption
Cunning
Lovely fingers these of mine
For they cannot see but feel
Soft skin below them
Slipping from dry to wet
Landscapes
*** me up until madness
Shivering Trembling Shaking
Bodies of ours, bursting in heat
And Love
Lovely body this of mine
For it is yours for pleasure
Yours to objectify
Yours to seek
Meek
*** me up
*** me
***
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Look at him.
It’s a creature of shame
Worth my pity
Godless creature
Look at him
Looking at nothing
Gazing its life away
I wonder if it wonders
It kills all living
With irrational instincts
Its ****** behaviour is repugnant
It’s a soulless creature
Look at him
Respects nothing
And knows nothing
I wonder where it will end
(The Priest had no Idea there was a monkey staring at him on top of a tree)
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Sit next to me, will you?
Sit still silently submissive
It’s been a while since last time
It’s been a while since wild and young we were
I miss you.
I’ve missed you ever more
Long last talks forgotten in time
Even the echo is so soft now
Vibrating no more
No more
You still look the same
The Time Train trimmed no perfection
You look so much like what I don’t remember
And your laughter is still so silent in my mind
We were happy once, weren’t we?
Running remotely through rivers and raves
Requesting kisses sun kissed
As if they were grasping for air.
But my lungs were always fine!
Weren’t yours?
We have loved each other, have we not?
I still have recollections of fizzy memories
Where you were sleeping head on my chest
Beautiful black hair or dark brown
Yes! The best times.
The best days.
Long gone
Remarkably stone carved!
(who is this person sitting next to me?)
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Have you ever seen the rain?
Just like how the song describes it
Have you ever felt the earth?
Just as dry as it is
Just as blunt and honest
Have you ever given yourself the chance?
Don’t look at me as if you don’t know what I’m talking about
Have you ever had *** with no respect?
I’ve had and it’s sublime!
Do you have the courage to say nothing with a bunch of words?
Do you know what this is all about?
Do you?
Who are you and why are you in my head!?
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
She is a young girl
Innocence in pure form
Never questions patriarch authority
Clocks in, clocks out just like the majority
Never doubts the book
Always fears to have a look
Out she never sets a foot
The outsider is always a crook
Family always knows better
Family always punches the last letter
Her destiny is of no relevance
She was given artificial intelligence
She is of great beauty
But she does not see it
Fear of sin is always on duty
Mirrors are bellow spit
Oh girl can’t you see?
Why can’t you be?
Set your spirit free
Let you mind flee
Abscond from that room
Let that flower bloom
Let that liquid run
Let yourself have fun
She feared too much
The Family already had plans for her
Insignificant dreams of such and such
Insignificant dreams of such and such
But one day the girl woman she’d become
Hungry for the apple that tastes like plum
Tingling sensations started to come
Some sort of a Goddess voice that she couldn’t ignore
Asking her for more and more
Body screams in delicious agony
She has to open vanity’s door
For her body is way too sore
From the dark room she fled
And the very first Devil she met
She laid in a blood stained bed
And now it was her blood that shed
Shed no tears the Devil said
For you are of no immaculate matter
Now you sweat and bleed in everyone’s bed
Scatter your dignity into the gutter
It is not your fault my fair lady
Point fingers to your God, maybe
Was he not the one who kept you in that room?
Pointless efforts I surely assume
It was him who could not see
And I just set you free
It is Sin for Salvation
Light up the Illumination
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
That dress in black
That beautiful dress in black
It’s made of such a soft fabric
And when the wind blows
It becomes volatile in its form
O but the Goddess that garbs it…
She is exquisitely and painfully sublime
Her skin is plain white
With no imperfections
A Greek Statue might be the closest to her resemblance
But still so very far
Venus de Milo holding an Apple
Is not as farfetched as one can think
But her skin…
Certainly smooth to the touch
That would make one weep
Unquestionably would chill one’ spine
Those powerful green eyes
Would freeze you for an eternity
Slowing down time in such a transcendent torment
But you would do so pleasantly
For the price of a glimpse of such a creature
The hair that she possesses
Is something never seen
Pitch black with blue tinges
It shines so much
Because it is of diamond matter
Her hair brought Samson to life
Unbreakable, unlike pillars
As the sun rises behind her
It resembles the Lion and Sun
But so much more powerful and magnificent
The Universe dances to the Tune of her voice
It brakes and builds in mathematic equations
It is a wave so docile and kind yet so dominant and resilient
It isn’t possible to measure her voice
As it is greater than Decibel and it destroys the Logarithmic Scale.
Her hands carry the weight of her Will
Her Will carries the weight of her Destiny
Her Destine carries her Fate
And she chooses to do was she pleases
For she knows what THIS is all about
She belongs nowhere and she is all
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC