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Dec 2016 · 216
Heartbreak in becoming
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
Tales of love submerge the child into depths of hope,
Lines of motion echo through pools of emotion,
Chilled on shards of an amateur heart,
Cynical ideals over power tides of romanticism.
Once upon a stranger  granted access,
Dark secrets within bricked traps,
Spat his poision exhaled in a sputter,
Taste of unknowledgeable lips, swine to thine succulent innocent touch of her.
Child ingesting sodium infused water as each forewarned vision becomes reality,
Drowning in the sorrow of a long lost soul,
Fire licking every breath as hollow pain escapes.
Once loved in the arms of serenity,
Now forever cursed with self doubt,
Reflections of when she died,
Symbolism parallel to the devil falling to individuality,
A beloved angel fallen, pray Lord hear prayers, twisted beauty long forgotten in the game of control,
Shards of heart litter sidewalks of fairy tale creations,
A child dies, as a woman ascends from the pool of femininity.
Dec 2016 · 412
An Affair
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
Guilt awaiting beyond the threshold of passion,
Too regretful to be engulfed by devouring flames,
Burning with every ounce of blood pumped in ******,
Sensation overwhelming a morally sound reality,
entombing the moment on repeat,
reliving every touch, every secret whispered.
Broken promises gnaw at the spinal cord,
Incapacitating victims with each mouth full of deceit,
Overpowered in puddles of sensuality scattered,
Pain distributed through currents of attraction,
Smoothering the protests of anxiety with free will.
Breathing the scent of venom,
Seductive serpent offering the hungry,
garentees of release muffled by falsehoods,
Providing the fruit of past deprivation,
The sweet necture drips from supple lips,
Woven into the wounds of betrayal,
A secret to be scilenced by the embrace of guilt.
Dec 2016 · 300
Fate's Memory
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
Death coated bones fester with ill intention,
Reaching for control on the reality of division,
Sinister laughter woven into a duality splitering,
It's frothing from beneath her oblivion seeking sanctuary,
Translucent mist judging non verbal lips of passage.
Swallowed, smile, stand tall, stand tall
Elusive pride. A kiss from the devil, a dance,
In stride, lips coated in feverish chocolate, blistering internally tasting truths of seduction. All in, a kiss from the devil, a dance.
Art plastered visions,
Spun into entrapment with empty arms,
Deep wounds split into spiteful infatuation,
Two sides to the coin flipped at will,
Floated with fate into ashes of renewal.
Dec 2016 · 385
Broken child
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
Still night,
Interupted through carnage dreams,
Communication cut tight,
Feeding childish curiosity,
Recycled induced fear,
Cringing into safety.
Eyes clamped shut,
The inevitable sight of fright,
Vacant sheets,
Twirling round and round,
Bright shadows illuminate humanistic curves,
Curtsied into the darkness of cover.
Bumps in the night singing
In tune to mythical belief,
Heavy breath heated in echoed conversation,
Being watched,
Sinister eyes teasing pain,
Indefinitely a poisioned child.
Anxiety destroying rationlization,
Room of mystical wonder,
Vacant everlong ,
Silence torn asunder,
Street light orchestra play for her.
Dec 2016 · 239
1914
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
Generations wasted over the glorification,
Human emotions conditioned for self- preservation,
War for an entitled wealthy,
Tragic the lost words of the dead,
Men discussing strategy while sipping top shelf,
Terror fogs the dreams of nobel men,
Whiskey drips from lips dug trench deep,
A father a son a brother a husband lost,
Casings burn the flesh of survivors,
Thousands of bloated bodies break dusk,
Orders to keep fighting mock,
Nationalism built on propaganda,
Blood stained letters filled with unanswered prayers,
Induced pride fuels masculinity,
Children of the system weep,
Mysterious gas filling lungs clung deep in dirt,
Tears fall as children grow into a decided,
Explosions surround left to right,
Future soldier to follow father's footsteps,
Ringing in the latest death tolls,
Echoes of previous conflict march,
Horror unfolded in the false promise,
Another generation to repeat the venomous cycle,
Plans for peace resonates upon deaf ears,
Repeated through the sins of our fathers,
Agression tainting the beauty of diversity,
To continue until total demise.
Dec 2016 · 204
Re-born
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
A life,
Rising from beneath,
Earth encrusted limbs spreading,
Entangled amidst branches of depth,
Ears vibrating to the fusion of moss,
Empty secrets scattered through brush,
Elevation ripe with clarity over the city.
A forest,
Everlong the thin air stabs,
Reborn is her body from the spores of nature,
Risen from the shallows of death,
Reincarnation recycling the lost,
Rest for strength as hands bind to her energy.
Dec 2016 · 191
Past Life
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
In a separate plane of existence,
conscious spirituality unraveled to bare naked truth,
An essence overpowering the decadence of this moment,
A life, a memory, both long since burried with the corpse of reincarnation.
Her forgotten memories disassemble,
Modern Foundations falling,
Echoing into the emptiness of the unknown,
Take it away, all that's left is this,
Exposed Exposed
Frightened child growth by survival,
Now cursed with feverish eyes salivating for recognition,
A forgotten past transformed with a spark infused with clarity.
Dec 2016 · 254
System failure
Stef Hughart Dec 2016
Faded beyond vocalization,
Wrapped up tossed inside the corners of insanity,
I fold to your cruelty in order to breathe in salt,
Ice the wounds ice the wounds,
Alive in the hell of domestication,
It began with the cultivation of man,
Control thine mother, thy provider of  nourishment,
The sustenance befallen from between thy lips of greed.
Heed the warnings of derailment,
Scavenged by the succulent teeth of possession,
Souls gambled for corporate entertainment,
Role the dice, Role the dice,
Snake eyes trail in the falsification of capitalistic propaganda.
A new deck,
A new calling ringing from the line of sobriety,
Here now the declaration of one fool,
Too emotionally enabled to create,
Never to bow to societal expectation,
Lost to silent words of wisdom,
Burned in every cigarette that becomes embedded between honest lips,
Exhale the infection of doubt.

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