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Leal Knowone Jan 2017
The threshold of the unpassed
days of future past
dolled my own edge
living life in my head
I've worn more nooses than crowns
we've seen the empires fall down
dreams fall down to the ground
and we don't make a sound

love to see death on the TV screen
*** it seems so real to me
and life can be so obscene
better than life so real to me

The endless charades we play
The memories last
Living life on the edge
wondering will it last
I've worn more nooses than crowns
the walls come crumbling down
dreams fall down to the ground
And we can't make  sound
Leal Knowone Jan 2017
I do not wish to own your heart
or to occupy it
it is not my home, or belonging
but were I belong
longing to be your heart
for we will beat as one
Leal Knowone Jan 2017
A silken rope of phrases
   ailuranthrope blood tasted
   Sweet salt of the earth

   The dark minded misanthrope
   lycanthrope with ****** noise
   could always be worse

   Now i'm just a  broken rope
   of the wagon, on the boat
   been sinking since birth

   I want to forsake this  curse
   travel through time on this earth
   longing loving mirth

A haiku trapped in mundane
A perfect body
I lust for your  gorgeous brain  

Surround me with your splendor
help the broken see
and find a way to mend her

   This world it may betray us
   and you may find you hate it
   but it could be worse

   Broken bones on dusty throne
   lone failure and  cheap cologne
   I can see the hearse
  
   Passing through, heart still with you
   Now I'm done, let us review  
   Empathy in you
  
   Did you know you were my worth?
   The meaning of my rebirth
   no greater on earth
Leal Knowone Jan 2017
I told you "some one cares", as I wiped your tears, and brushed your hair, back behind your ear. I held you so close, and stole away your fears. such comfort felt there in a warm embrace. the pleasure I saw on your face, the joy between your legs
Leal Knowone Oct 2016
The mirror on the wall would show you what you are afraid to see.
If you could look through and in between.
The creature is you and the creature is me.
All the good and evil you see.
The reflections of all beings.
Leal Knowone Sep 2016
***
The whip kissed her skin like the lover of her dreams
Porcelain skin left red from the touch
A lovelier beauty no one has ever seen
So innocent, yet likes it so rough
Cold steel around her wrist, pull her back to give her neck a kiss
I will guide her, and show her the way
Wither it be with my palm or with my fist
Leal Knowone Sep 2016
She
So many may attempt to use words to describe the beauty in her eyes, but I do not attempt to hide behinds words that pale in comparison to the truth.
The true site of beauty she is, and the power she holds in her hands,
in her eyes, and between her thighs.
Idiotic mumbling, or dead silence may be more appropriate,
then trying to find the words that will never be as elegant as she.
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