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May this resonate with you.
May you be alleviated
Entirely in the wake of the dawn.
I will fulfill your spirit
With my lambent presence.

In other words, the perennial balm
Filled the pores of your conscious.

We are immense and intense
Like the god-inspired galaxies,
And as passionate as Hades.

May we carry on as one.

Originally written 11/12/10
Revised in 2014

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oh, Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long

The jig is up, the noose is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty

Never more to go astray
This will be the end today
Of the wanted man
Renegade from the band STYX all rights belong to the artist
Supermodel Dreamimg
(Changing it up, a little more adult then usual)

I was walking down the street
It was just the other day
Came across a Supermodel
Who stopped and asked my name

At first I was a little scared
Not knowing what to do
It's not every day a Supermodel
Stops and talks to you

I decided I would play it cool
Act like it's no big thing
I think I made the right choice
Because it drove that girl insane

The Supermodel followed me
She kept asking me to play
Started taking off all her clothes
I didn't know what to say

I just stood there in such disbelief
As she slowly came my way
That naked bodied Supermodel
Began to slowly kiss my face

Well I placed my hands around her
Felt the softness of her skin
I sure was ****** when I woke up
From that dream that I was in

So I layed there in my bed
Closed my eyes and it began
Used the supermodel of my dreams
To help me clear my head

The anger it was beaten back
Useing only my right hand
I felt it quickly disappear
And fall back to sleep again


(Oh my God yes I just went there with a poem and the world did
not end...lol)


Carl Joseph Roberts
Come on now my poems cant all be lovely, teaching, meaning and reach out. Sometimes you just have to explore the edges and press where others think you wont go. For those who really know me they know I would go much further than this but im pretty mellow in my Hello Peotry works. So if this one offends you compared to my usual style then simply pass on it as a blip in time and a one off. Still I hope as poets you see that there are many different subjects to discuss and in reality this really is not that controversial compared to so many other poets on here.  Anyway I hope you enjoyed the read.
 Oct 2014 Shadows Rising
Xyns
But what about me?

Through all the painful pleading
Now I can finally breathe

It's like a flood of relief
Sadly, I'm drowning

A pro at surviving
I've forgotten what being alive means

It's the death after the sting
Yet I've never been a living being

Now after everything
When all is said and done

When it's all finally peeked
And the ****** is the suppressed past

What about me?
This is the place where shadows never fall
the place that wilt and decay mean nothing
a tight informality of plants blooming
so old. so pale

See the trees in aspects of their leaves
yet no shadows cast, on the trimmed lawned grass
and where the crows once cried evening song
no more in this land, where shadows never fall

The chime of midnight bells of winter
in these days chime summer forever
and the burn that did hide holy call
is where the shadows never fall

BY Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
 Oct 2014 Shadows Rising
ryn
.

would you please      perform a quick
procedure•one that could rid me of the
decay•it's slowly eating it's way down to
my core•a little bit at a time, each and every
day•please...please...won't you take a look•i
can't see but i can feel•it spreading through
every cranny, every nook•it won't stop till
it's had its fill•will you...........please...please
do something•before         i get ripped apart
•but look not                                    at my teeth
or in my                                                 mouth•
because­                                                 i think i
may                                                        need­ a
R O                                                         C  A
O                                                 ­         N
T                                             ­         A
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­*on my heart...
Style inspired by a friend.
I'm spreading my smile.
The antisocial one that hides.
I'm revealing my big teeth.
The teeth of the chipmunk.
I gnaw away at free expression.
My teeth a little twisted.
Somewhat like my words.
The real lady lurks, somewhere underneath.
I am soft and gently.
Kind and tender.
Like sweet meat.
Rather wordy.
The imagination cultivates.
The mind of this cute birdie .
I love poetry.
Dark or light.
Words always so mighty.
When tripping from the sprightly pen.
(c) Livvi
Scenes from a marriage.
A bright purple carriage.
The scarlet of love.
It's wearing a ring.
It's shiny and sparkly.
Remarkably yours.
Well that was the engagement.
Announcement of intention.
Wedding band of old cold gold.
Slid on your finger.
Attention to linger.
Until the milk turned sour.

You were going down on someone else.
Cheers my darling.
Here and now.
Bless you sir.
She drank to your health.

Deep scratches dragged across your face.
Etched deep.
Scarred.
Man, you were a total disgrace.
She intended to stay.
Until the end of time.
She guesses.
Maybe, you drove her out of her mind.
Recovered.
Got out the solder.
She's bolder now.
She's now skilled, at being chilled.
You drowned in your own ***** mess.
Long may you wallow.
You sallow beast.
Long may you swallow.
(C)Livvi
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