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Jazmine Apr 28
I am afraid of you
I am afraid of what you can make me do
Your touch can weaken my legs
You grab me by the throat my heart skips and leaps
You whisper in my ear
The warmth of your breath sends chills down my spine
Your words make my stomach turn

I am so very afraid of you
Knowing that every act betrays all that I am
And still, I can’t sleep tonight  anticipating you

I am afraid of you
I don’t know what I feel. I just know I have never felt it before
I know I have never been so free under your control
Birds jump to the branches
of trees at sunrise,
But in the morning man
wrestles with whys.

Why do there seem to be
too many cuckoos?
Why chirping so noisy  
what are the clues?

In morning the sleep
descends from its core,
and chittering of pigeons
hurts a man more.

There is a  lot of tension
and a lot of stress.
Working late at night is a
suffering a mess.

Yes fatigue on mind,
whenever Man feels,
At times, smoking or
drinking  appeals.

At roaming late night
the cosmos retort.
A Reckless  freedom  is
not its support.

Be it testy coca-cola or
a pizza or a cake,
Nature always opposes
without a mistake.

The sweet, the chicken,
the fish, juicy curd,
The cosmos  advises
that these are absurd.

While Orderly pattern is
nature's workforce,
But  freedom is nature of
a man of  course.

As many are options and
choices  so gobs.  
A  Man and this nature
are always at odds
This existence is regulated by strict orderly  pattern and discipline. A Man,on the contrary, by his very own nature desires freedom from everything ,be it any kind of control, discipline, rules, order or regulation etc. He treats the same as different types of bondages. In such a scenario , Conflict between a man and the existence is bound to happen.
Rama Krsna Jan 8
between
the monstrosities
of glass, concrete and steel,
i spy
an infinite expanse of Mediterranean blue sky,
transporting me to a spiritual high.

way up there,
a self absorbed lonely eagle
soars in ecstasy,
untouched
by the noise and suffering
going on down here.


© 2022
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
I walk a lonely alley off a quiet dead end street
at the gushing blow of where the wind and I meet
I clench my coat across my chest, turn my collar for warmth
my hat is flung off my head by the coming storms
my tie has flown and ***** like the tail of a kite
stripped right off my back, my coat puts up a fight
I tug back my shirt, but it’s bye byes across the sky
Like a black bird bleating I wish myself to fly
I extend my arms, running, like a plane off the ground
The winds undress me, more clothes dropping down
Soaring over cities, buildings and their blue seas
releasing the fabrics of my life now escaping me
I’m naked, but warmed by the layers of rays from the sun
nothing now matters than this feeling of having won
against the wind, an open sky, beyond the cast shadows below
I freely fly, with nothing on, but the air and where the wind may blow
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
It’s a fork you don’t want to walk
It’s a mind you don’t want to find
It’s a fall you don’t want to crawl
It’s a rage you don’t want to cage
It’s a trap you don’t want to snap
It’s a sin you don’t want in
FC Azaele May 2021
Hunger eyes stared down at the rod,
                awaiting it's own ***** alee    
Laid on the satin sheets, arms entangled
                milky thighs spread apart
Hunger eyes too stared down at me
    laying in inescapable, trembling bondages
A heat burning through our hearts - through us:
                That was desire.

I love him like this -
       where stars align;
               Buttons undone. Eyes lit with a burning flame
waiting to engulf me whole.
Touching me here, there - everywhere
       tracing the freckles on my skin that lay like speckled stars
   to the lines on my palm. Memorising.
His mouth gilding across with a wicked purpose
      as urns of a thousand suns pour blazing down my throat
               Not us did the saint align and embrace our pure hearts
We were in the other's self the ruin
               of purity's gentle caress
where my hand rests at
               in between to ease the trembling core
our bodies lay in the dead of the night
           both of us searching for more
                to no one but him do I come to thee!
as a cry aches through the silence of the night
       our souls connect - one of each
lit for each other
        lost, weighed on each others palms;
      This was our desire
This punishment is getting loathsome
At what point do I stop drinking this poison?
he kept forcing me to drink from the poisonous well of punishment
I never asked to be your victim
You made me into one
Without asking for my permission

I never asked to be the subject
Of this endless torment
Of this ceaseless disrespect

I never asked but here I am
******* in your rancid *******
Following your putrid commands

I never asked to be your victim
You forced me into one
I promise myself that I will find a way out
diary of a victim
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