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'Tis end of the world...

                   ...after ice and fire collide.
© 2011
Jeez...

        you're always barking a wrong person.

                                        Stop it!
                                                           Enough!
© 2011
For we're only
accepting and depending
different theorems in life.
© 2011
I'd rather walk
through the stairs
than through the ladder.
© 2011
Rain pelts a nightmare into her skin,
His punches sneak into her veins and explode,
The thunder of her broken heart lashes her,
His voice prowls in every bone of her fibre.

“Please! No more!”

He silences her pleas with sleep’s dead pillow,
On this night he buries their love beyond human reach,
His hands crack her with the rage of a killer’s moon,
Fingers probe her privacy and she recoils in the grip of his steely vice.

“No! Oh god! No!”

The devil is inside the room with her,
His vaporous form drowns her mind,
The beast worms and carves his name into her,
This night he wants more, he wants to own her.

*“...!”
"...in the sensual warmth of dawn
my nose did inhale the fair aroma of a rich flavour,
Dark caressing gold,
In this fragile cup, a cup rare,
My hands do hold a pearled world,
For in this liquid empire floats universal love and hope,
I put my lips to the cup and taste the whole wide world,
what a precious toast I raise to the heavens up on high..."
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