Hello, and welcome to tonight's program
We cascade down the visceral pleasures of the human psyche
We venture among the forgotten joys that penetrate our senses
All that I am is that which is said, All that is said is that of what I am
Beauty is skin deep and how deep our skins will be.
Suffer do we, for our flesh cannot not touch, for we crave what cannot be obtained
A desire that haunts our senses leaving our hands bare and our bodies hot
The breathing pace ascending with muscular anticipation
Feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine. your blood will run so warm and fast, that I’ll feel you heartbeat while we kiss
beating to a rhythm of our own...and yet it is as ageless as time itself, playing a song that beckons the passion in us all
Say you want me....
Tell me that you need me
Tell me that no other will or can satisfy
That what you need is to pull your fingertips through my hair and feast upon my flesh
The throbbing heartbeat of lust amplifies over your senses.
Your sweat tastes sweet like that of a forbidden fruit.
You are not weak. You are strong...strong enough to tame a beast like me
A beast just waiting to unleash the lust that erupts inside me
Seeking the warm tantalizing flesh of my beloved that lays before me
Voices echo and reverberate in the bedroom;
A deep, dark cave of midnight ritual and nocturnal excursion
Welcoming the slow moving shadows, the guests and onlookers of our fleshy exhibition.
Moments lost in the abyss.
Lifetimes nurtured through relief
Relief from agony
Agony from life and all that dwell behind the false sense of comfort.
This false sense of comfort that was embedded in your mind from the people around you
Oblivious to the pain and degradation they bestow upon you
Why must you accept their taunts? Their selfish reign of bigotry?
Why can't you spread wings? Why can't you drive away? Why can't you be happy? Is it some disillusioned morality? Or it is some pitiful, force-fed obligations preventing you from having a life you always wanted. Having a life you should be proud of living. Everyone tells you “You can't do it” but i say you can. And why not? Everything tries to prevent you, but nothing ever can.
Does that man really love you? Does that woman even care about you? Are your friends really good people? Is the world really a swell place? are we all really innocent?
Don't be afraid to extract the forbidden dream, perpetuate it and watch it grow within the earth of your palms. From the soil between your hands, sprouts the tree of life. A tree that spreads its branches across the sky and towards the universe. Bark, leaves, branches, leaves...Trees
This has been tonight's program. We'd like to thank the academy and all who made this possible. This includes: Love, passion, dreams, fruit, ambitions, hate, literature, zombies, nuts, guitars, greed, lust, hell, angels, heaven, God, Other-God, Osiris, Satan, Buddha, Marlon Brando, sloth, Envy, Libraries, Movies, Pulp Fiction, Choke, Fight Club, Pride, Gluttony, disease, and all the other little people.
Please visit us again.
Not really a poem, but a writing exercise I developed. I treat it as monologue directed to an unknown audience/reader.