I Emanate From the tales of Ruined men Their names laced around my tongue , A sweet curse Bewitched the eye And swells them in The dabbles of dagger I have swallowed, A cutting edge A slash on the throat choking in— Beneath my scaly skin, Body wrapped around a Sweat gleaming neck, And with a puncture On the lips It starts bleeding.
In a dream a spider swallows a snake and smiles like a giant yellow sunflower being kissed by bees who dance wildly with the wind as it turns white with anticipation. The snake charmer plays his tune. The spider dances, rising up, stretching, elongating. Her legs disappear, drawing into her body where they turn into a flickering tongue that protrudes from her lips. She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves in the air to the melody, begins to sing a sultry, hissing song. Then the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating to her song's cadence. And the charmer is himself charmed. He sits in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around him and the spider looking like a snake swallows them both.
He was a man with a happy face people always trying to be him He was a charmer for the world a perfect husband for his wife a hero and a teddy for his daughter he knew the trick to make them smile but little did they all know He was a man with Masks and he knew to use them well It was only Him, his demons and his diary who knew the Real Him !!
I'm drawn into the darkness in your eyes I feel at home I don't know why Tap into energy you supply Magic explodes there is no more try Inside you I want to become A warrior for your heart under each passing sun Battle like a gladiator till it's won Satisfaction in action you're sure to come Never been holy a Devil I am Don't have to speak words vibes you understand Scorpio mystic powers I command Practice creates the master who makes the plan You can check the clock there is no time Same way there's no limit to our minds Words born from emotions that cannot be defined Translated by a poet patterns become design Keep love flowing infinite always growing Not what I say it's about what I'm showing Drink from the river of ever knowing Fine tune inner light till its glowing Did you put me under your spell? Drunk with love my defenses fell Detached from heaven I walk through Hell Listen to demons and stories they tell I write them all down chapters for this book Analyze recognize path they took Cast out heart meat on the hook Appeals to third eyes many take a look Dare touch caress don't mangle If I Expose my wick will you light my candle? Release tension heart strings untangle Charmer of my snake all yours to handle...
Poetry by M.A.N 12-10-15 I wrote this one a while back it's a bit naughty but I assure all my readers I am nice..;)
You are the snake charmer mesmerizing poisonous slithery creatures spellbinding them with your undulating hips gyrating ******* nimble graceful hands lulling lulling the predator into a limp drowsy posture until its rapid oscillations dull until its spitting hisses silence and glowing yellow eyes milk over you drape it over with your red garment it coils into infinity as darkness spreads.
There was this fellow, who seemed very mellow, Yet when one asked me to write a poem about one self; He spoke very highly of himself; Cockiness; not at all he was a charming fellow, Who was always there when ones friend would fail; Showing her she could prevail Laughter filled his heart and thoughts filled his mind Most people would say he’s undefined I’d like to say he’s one of a kind A friend, a brother, a charmer Yet does he ever look deep within Or does one just pretend? Always there for someone in need But what about one’s self needs Shall I assume since you’re consider a charmer That you have plastic armor Pretend to be strong and bold When there’s a deep secret you hold? The charmer in one’s soul Blocks the secret he holds Never look too deep Might cause you to lose sleep Remember a charmer has a spell And never yells Goes on in life Yet can cut you like a knife Leaving a scar on your soul One may be blind and flatter you