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 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Sa Sa Ra
out of chocolate
out of women
out of friends
nothing like living in the moment
and it's like the end!!!
 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Maddie Fay
Footsteps and shadows
And shots in the dark.
Days in sunny fields
And nights in dark alleys.
Art and dreams and songs,
Drugs and illusions and lies.
Beauty, divinity, truth
In the eyes of drunken strangers.
A shot at salvation
Among the ranks of the condemned.
 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Maddie Fay
Regret tastes like salt,
But they wouldn't know.
He doesn't worry,
And she doesn't eat.
He holds her face in his hands,
And she looks right through him,
Wishing to be anywhere
But where she is.
He recites poetry over the phone,
And she has to mute the speaker
So he can't hear her laugh.
Only from his sadness does she gain any satisfaction,
And so she toys with his head,
For sick pleasure
Is better than none.
I Whispered Into the sweet essence of her night and she breathed a sound that had no words
but needed non. You see, we were in full flight now. Could there be anything more exquisite.
More sensual, more urgent more animal,more human. No.

Wait. Savor this, close your eyes my love and help me make this last.
My lord. My sweet, I feel every fiber of you now wrapped around me but slow.
Ecstasy is an empty word now I must find another. No slow. I feel your need but slow.
Your body.Your warm. Your  slick. your smell. Your taste but slow.

Your every sweet utterance takes me further.
I taste the sweat that shimmers in moon lit  night below your upturned chin as you grin the
grimace with teeth bared and eyes shut tightly. Now they shine brightly as you bore into
my very soul about to lose control. Hips roll in rhythmic urgency.
The pulsing tempo in the hollow of your neck. It glistens. I must know more. But slow.

The crescendo will wait all the more reckless as it crashes and roars for now we swoop and soar
Then skim across the vast. We levitate. We gyrate. Hold me close now let me go and turn your love
around now slow. This feeling that envelops me my love. It holds me gently formed and warm it burns
as the tempo rises . The rhythm unbroken like sweet music. Sweet music is the maestro.

I pray to stay in fusions grasp till wretched breath and pounding heart leads us fall away in
the after. The reclamation of senses . The glow. I want you more. again. again. again.

I feel you shudder, you skin flutters in anticipation but senses are bare and heart still seeking balance.
I hear the gentle beating as I lay spent my ear pressed against your gentleness.

Please if I must die at some future date why not now for
I will never know a moment past this  so pure and joyful
It is impossible that living further will afford me more.
My darling .

Again my sweet.
On satin sheets.
Again.
Again. Here I go
Again.

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 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Nora Agha
I don't believe in Reality
                                                         ­                                                                                 Please let there be God
                                                             ­                I can't Fly

                                                            ­                                                                                I don't believe in God
                                                             ­       Please let there be Flight
I can't be Real

                                                           ­          I don't believe in Flight
                                                          ­                                                                 ­               Please let there be God
I can't be Real

I don't believe in Reality
                                                         ­            Please let there be Flight
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                             I can't see God

                                                            ­                                                                                I don't believe in God
Please let there be Reality
                                                         ­                         I can't Fly

                                                            ­            I don't believe in Flight
Please let there be reality
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                              I can't see God
 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Emma
No. 32
 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Emma
I really ****** up
Left you alone in the dark
I can't handle this.
 Nov 2012 Kim Jong Il
Emma
I break my back for you
but you don't say hello.

I haven't slept in months
but you can't remember my name.

I love you with my entire being
but you don't even notice.

I wait for the day I can stop writing these ******* poems
but that will be the day you start caring.
One week
One week until I can release
All of my demons
All of the ones that eat away at me
At my heart and in my mind
I've come to terms with the fact
That I am completely insane
With that, most would decline.
But I know it. . .

How can I live everyday?
Wanting to leave
Silently listening to nothing
With those evil ******* begging me to give in
Just let us take control
Let me take everything
But I'm not ready yet. . .

What if I don’t wanna go?

I can't bear it anymore
Their scratching voices echo
Through my body and in my soul
Poisoning every step
I’m slowly letting go
I’ve called to you God
Why is everything so . . .

****** up, you are
You are ****** up
& this I know
Please tell me something different lover
& maybe I’ll let go.
But not yet
& this I know . . .

I am living here with
New ghosts and old regrets;
My voice was once solid gold.
But after years of abuse,
It’s faded from green to black in the smoke.

The full moon tonight will glow.

The cold blood from my veins
Will drain ever so slow.
Empty out my heart;
Let my mind go.
Throw my body in the river,
The only place I've ever loved.

Welcome in this horrible night
My favorite one of all
It lets in all of my demons
Into that long and crawling hall
That stretches across my life
They are tearing down the doors
All I have is seven lives.

Let it go Andy!
The heart will bleed.
All of your love is gone,
Why won't you let it be?


This is the most haunted day of my life,
I can tell you this for sure . . .
I hope that you will never meet me.
You will slowly drown too,
In my life of horror.

*“Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens“
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