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 Apr 2014 Ever Punk Goddess
Jack
Sleep brings
You to me…
Everything a dream should be
Pssst...it's an acrostic
 Apr 2014 Ever Punk Goddess
Jack
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Saint of Light

Release these chains of tortured deeds
Along a sculpted veering hedge
On paths this darkness tends its breed
Of jagged cliff, so near that edge

For one false move, lurks footstep dread
Beneath the agony now shown
Within these eyes and lips of red
Heartless wishes winged and thrown

I offer thee a hand so warm
You maiden fair this winter’d breeze
To greet my heart within this storm
Unshackle those in firm release

To lie with me of feathered dreams
And take of all my soul can bare
Your beauty comes of all it seems
In flesh that I do long to share

For of thy ******* my mouth does meet
Aroused in pleasured flitting feast
Rose petal soft, magnolia sweet
To sooth the yearnings of the beast

Of endless days, to hold you near
Pure love doth conquer moistened *****
Melodic whispers call thy ear
Eternally we shall be joined

For I am called the Saint of light
Come taste the flavors scented mist
When now the full moon shines this night
And I partake your temptress kiss
Written as a companion piece to a friends poem on another site titled "Dark Angel"
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Oh, save me
From the depths of
Immature
Teenage
Infatuation.
Day after wretched day
my mind carries more and more information
until I can't the burden anymore.
The pain is drilled into me;
My house wreaks of stress;
My poor family is running around
like there is a state of emergency
and I'm just calling out silently,

*"Help me. My mind is flooding."
Haunted ghosts host our waking hours
during sleep they transport us to places
indescribable by human words.

The ghosts lean on door posts
watching us, remembering their corporeal selves
Wanting to be warm blooded again.

Orchid scented air announce their presence
Morbid thoughts clog our senses
Do we remember them?

Do we want to remember them?
They are dead, long departed
Long deported off this realm.

Halted thoughts gloat at our minds
How those haunted ghosts once chortled,
fondled, and dawdled along.

Long dead; these ghosts are haunted
Not by us the living,
but the memories of them we bring.
© JLB
How much time is it
And when will it come to pass
When’ll I have enough
Of courage, to stand and speak,
And of love, to stay and care.
Can I hold on long enough
To see the end come true?
Or will I fall before I know
How it is ‘tween me and you?
 Apr 2014 Ever Punk Goddess
Jack
Your friendship,
without, I am me,
with, I am everything
For my best friend Sye.
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