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In the depths of my dark side
Their is another me that worships you.
Mad priest, in black and ****** robes
Devotee of ****** satisfaction
Legate of the armies of conquest of the flesh.
This touch will paralyze your will,
If applied inside, you will see soon you,
Slowly you slip down in surrender,
And render yourself unto me,
So I can see how long I can hold my breath
Between your thighs, inhaling the perfume of you,
Unwilling to exhale.
Sacrifices are made to your majesty
In the temple of your body,
On the alter of your creations
The black and white blood is spilt from my soul,
I lose all control, in a head on collision
Of ****** perversions,
Limitless position and orifice combinations,
My balance overthrow in a coup of your moans
I descend into your dark side,
And liberate the screams hidden inside you.
Saliva slick lips spread spit, that mixes with sweat
Muscles taught, working in time with each motion,
Each withdrawal and insertion,
Tender ***** throbbing, pulsing, clenching,
Moving at multiple angles,
pressing the right buttons,
To start the crescendo,
Of scratching, maddening ******
In the presence of a hoard of revelers
Sharing *** with strange people
On a strange stage.
Your bust displayed,
And ten thousand fanatics slit their own throats
In tribute to your infinite ways
Of delivering pleasures through the pleasures I wish to deliver unto you
Incessantly.
Unlocking chakra with tantric secrets uncovered
In the forbidden texts of ****** servitude to you.
I would service you endlessly,
With fanatic glee, but that me I set free to purge my desire,
Fades away an is replaced with the bland, but no less passionate
Love I feel for you.
The greatest part of me, is wherever memories of you are stored.
When I hold you against me, all sound dissipates,
overwhelmed by the simple beauty of your breathing.
In time all wounds I bear shall heal, in your care the deepest cut fades.
You have filled the void inside me, and now there is nothing I cannot do.
I have burned my bitterness, and buried the ashes, with your assistance.
I wish I could seal my lips in a locket, so you would never be without my kiss.
Your smooth, soft hands caress me across untold distances.
As rough as I can be, your gentle touch melts the frozen monster inside me.
I know it must show, in the glow of my skin,
the vitality within me, it is your doing.
I awaken in the night, with an aching craving,
and I savor your image, with my mind's eye.
The woman that I love, has finally came to me.
All my strength, I swear upon her beauty.
I have been saved, from abyssmal despair,
embraced in the open air, I now breathe clear,
all because,
I have found the woman I love.
White rain streaks across the black rocks,
A soft palm wipes the hair from out of your eyes;
Red light immolates the room,
We are fun house mirror reflections of each other.
Unlikely, but undoubtedly, compatible.
The weight is released, and I place the laurel of muse, upon your head.
Driven like shadows, across the surface of the day,
We move in tandem with the light, but are not of it.
But, the warm caress of your affection,
It is a light, in and of itself.
The morning breeze is laughing
in your eyes I see a field of shattered suns,
Bursting forth in their brilliance.
The maddening illusion of calm is broken,
By the raging fever laboring inside me.
Engulfing my will, and burning my resistance to the ground,
Until every canvas that I capture, and claim in your name,
Bears an Image of you, and me just the same.
My heart beats fast, in a cryptic time scale,
Shiva's hand drum that  accompanies her speech,
she is a poet of handcrafted words, rough cut diamonds,
she alludes, suggests, gives vague hints, eludes from traps
oh! how so so exquisite, her veiled references!

She makes my soft center melt, it's now a chocolate fudge-
the color of blood, would she take it? I yearn so deep,
the art of concealment, attains a new life with her,
I am baffled, yet mighty pleased, the kids delighted,
She behaves the way nature does, in an intuitive flash-

I reach out to grab the key to the core of this union;
she is nature;  quickly her cloudy sky clears,
with the peep of sunshine, she is pleased, then
in the afternoon, I see a sprinkling rain, magical!
with eyes filled with curious light, I watch her,

Now I understand her, learn to love her deep,
her gentle changing moods that walk with the moon,
not for nothing, I liken my only love to a dreamer,
not a poet, but rhapsody in her nature, pure rapture.
To my Purusha   (Male principle in universe/Shiva)   she is the Prakrithi (Nature/shakthi/energy)
 Sep 2012 Lucy Tonic
JL
Have you ever noticed how the fire looks
How bright it is  
so how will I put it?
How will you read it
If I burnt it at the corner
With a dying match
What will I do with the ashes?
With all these black ashes
Will they lie on my skin
And tattoo me with bad memories
that i name and store perfectly numbered stretched down long dark corridors in small unassuming wooden boxes with little die-caste numbers
She has a mind not fit to waste
And places to be
We are tangled in this spider-web
and the vibrations say "He is returning from the hunt"
His breath smells like alcohol and a scent of gasoline
this would all end up surprising me when i read again the black die-caste number of this night and hour and moment. A second can pass as hours when the eyes are closed
in those moments...
which you will most enjoy
do not panic or struggle against fate

I thought of you in the struggle
for a moment all was golden
and then I entered the other place that is above me
there i spent infinities walking through my dreams
and climbing the tall towers of glass to watch the sun set

it is common for a man to think that he may not dance at the feet of God
but uncommon to see his soul beneath the lock and key of time's invention
find it among the caves that are dark and endless
Leave footprints on the sand of time you fools, so another fool seeing shall take heart again
I will swim in that warm blue sea
At no time in my deranged youth
Did I ever grasp the full breadth of the truth.
A living death is sown by us alone,
In a paradox of pestilence
We are our own entropy.
From a rancid repellent abyss
I have climbed forth,
Cloaked in your memory
I storm forward, knowing that I shall not falter
There upon the alter of life's trials
I found a token of acceptance, a funerary charm.
From the dust of a bygone age I will mark my place.
Your hand grips like the talon of an eagle,
I found salvation in your touch and cellular synthesis in your stare.
Now months past the playful begginings, now,
I find your skin particles still cling to me,
Magnetized, electric connections, remind me of our bonds.
Though ******* so perfect, would make slaves of nations
Swayed beneath the legions of laughter marching forth from your mouth.
I cannot crucify your image, though I martyr myself in your name,
In the depths of my shame, your gentle presence remained,
A mirror to the pain, a white blouse stitched, lightly parted lips,
Bring back that ethereal face for one day,
It helped me to battle, and brave the night,
The fight I fought, was for your touch alone.
Now you touch me with different hands,
You choose how you touch, I take what I can get.
It is the meaning behind the caress that abolishes my regrets.
My essence has been purified
by chance, I must ask you,
How you are like this,
How can you do so much for me.

You're the reason I have been lifted from the pit,
and why my whole world, has turned to paradise,

I have no need for wishes,
The treasures of far flung kingdoms lie in my lap.

I already cast my spell,
And conjured the greatest spirit of love.
Amazement seeps from your fingers
And your counter spell
Holds me firmly,
I could resist the event horizon
Of a black hole,
Far greater is your gravity.

You are superior to any magic.
To thrive in laughter,
To give birth to mirth
To feel sheltered in affection,
Is to be loved by you.

Your name it does not matter to me,
I know you only as..
My Heaven.
Why must you pull at that
Thread of your pain
With your callous fingers.
You're unraveling yourself
with your lies of self doubt.

I once held a needle
That could mend your tender spirit...
But, I lost it...

Now that needle rests
Firmly in your palm.
You can use it right now
To sew yourself back up,
But first you need to
Stop pulling that thread.
Feel free to post poems on this. I'd like to make it an open thread of sorts. Just keep it positive.
 Sep 2012 Lucy Tonic
Odi
You dangle from the strings
of an invisible puppeteer
you sway from the knots he has placed
on the inside of your ears
the scars on your face
come to resemble a smile
I know that crash has left you defeated
but you will never know how much it hurts to see you dangle
for someone who wants to see a dead man dance
your inflated stomach and sunken eyes
sway sway sway
being held up by some cheap string
you look for a quick fix
You are held at the elbows that have nothing left to bleed
your feet cannot compete with the sound of music
that only you can hear
Do those monsters make you dance?
is there always music on?
I bet you wanna die
everytime you hear that song

Do you remember Kaycee's smile
the way she sung that broken tune
I bet you remember that black eye you gave her
when you thought the devil was in you

Because I remember going ******* 5000 miles an hour
on a cold dark rainy road
and smelling the alcohol on our breaths
as we laughed out loud at something
someone must've said

I remember the way the light was off
and waking you up from that gravel road
seeing pink and red all over the floor
Johns hand cut off from the car door

You cant revive someone who doesn't have a  brain silly...

Do you think of awful things
Or are you just a puppet
that sways
sways
from invisible strings

So Dr Phil dont ******* sit there
and preach to me about denial
when you yourself
are still wearing that
pain-stained smile
Do not tell me what it is like to
let **** out
When I know you close your eyes
and still hear her shout
Dont sit there and ******* tell me
"the healthy thing to do"
When you tell yourself that healing
is simply seeing what is true

So you know Puppet, that we are guilty
as sin as sin can be
We killed we killed we killed a friend
we killed her, we killed Kaycee
John may shake your hand and smile with a lump in his throat
But you and I puppet boy know what makes us choke

You cannot bury a headless corpse.
Morbid but I don't give a ****.
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