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Imogen 1d
It pulses and twitches like a nervous heartbeat,

The throb
Of your fingers

Tapping an absentminded concerto
Against the mahogany,


With the throb of my own

Fluttering disquiet ⸺

Palms outstretched
Taut, tense, and waiting
At the bass-line below the table

To catch the tempo of your consciousness
On the harp strings of my fingertips.
A combination of some random jottings I made awhile ago and reworked into one text.
Do you mind if I sit back and observe the process of the lords creation the subject matter is miraculous the beauty is elegant perfect in every scence my baby girl you stole my heart such a thief ain't you, thinking about seductive things we do sinners ain't we, naughty deeds but the intentions is good it serves needs

What pains me is that I have to let go to regrip your sparkling eyes again, got to move fast so quick that I don't miss the chance to clutch you in my arms again, heaven sent such a gift I cried when you was born I ain't even know you back then because, GOD made you for me I picked up your scent, I know from day one you was mine let us age old together bad and boujee like expensive fine wine, my kiss is possessive the beat of your heart is mine let that foreplay tingle down your spine, open wide going deep let me reach your soul climax our achievement together it ain't sex it's love

I love you girl no sex postion that can top this deposition let me show you its deeper than sex, I'm still into you watch me shift working overtime full time love baby moan out affection go on say the name, our body hum harmony can feel this body heat that steamy love, open wide in deep that creamy love that dreamy love, its deeper than sex, the agony an orgams of how our love make our body shiver, I love you, I love you! I rejoice I could say this a thousand times it's deeper than sex
This is a redo of my very first poem, tell me how you like it, I would apperciate the feedback my fellow poets!

Love it's deeper than sex!
Spread the message
Let's get this trending!
I could cast my gaze toward anyone,
but connection comes in small moments of understanding:
When we direct our attention long enough to contemplate the colors,
To regard the size of the darkness we see the world from.
Sometimes we only catch a hit-and-run,
But when it sticks, when souls connect, and we see the other for who they really are,
It leaves me with something I can't forget,
My mind has yet to find a greater but just as simple communication in adoration of another creation.
There's something powerful in the one-on-one,
Undeterred by surrounding crowds or events in motion all around,
Eyes still meet and lock, no passing thing can break their talk.
With every burning second the mirrored sensation of optical reception resembles the sweet weariness of a Nordic midnight sun.
And then it breaks as thoughts swirl in passion heated from skylights.
The warmth runs through the whole body, just seconds filling every cold spot.
As the windows close no one knows, but those dark spots and colors burn in the silence.
I think you may understand, relate in some way, but in reality these words aren't for everyone.
I can't help myself I been fantasizing about you lately while I'm drinking, I can't help myself I been contemplating these feelings obsessed with you I don't know

Drowning in my misery this love ain't fizzling another bottle got me drizzling damn girl what you do to me, self abuse I ain't loving me stumbling to my fucking knees another round need energy spinning room ain't scaring me I see you watching me come closer, another round to soothe this trembling another round is you hearing me Intoxicated love, I'm fucking drunk! I'm fucking! don't nobody care all I love is this bottle here, it's just me and you trapped in a tiny glass, shot drank out these memories this love is a tragedy alcohol keep seducing I'm in love with your misery violent love you keep abusing me, flooding up the kidneys pancreas ain't forgiven me Liver getting bigger, Lord please deliver me addiction she's controlling me

I can't myself there something about I can't put this bottle down this sensation you giving me, I can't help myself confuse and inebriated girl your love got me fornicating

Now I'm crashing (crashed)


Got me feeling like J.cole trying to burry theses bottles addiction my power trip

Sing this part:

[Got me up all night thinking getting another drank, got me up all night singing Alcohol a love song, got me up all night ( all night) empty bottles it's a horror story]

Fade in:

Now back to reality overdosed man that was close, addiction won't let me go! Baby girl just pour me more I can't help myself no, I can't help myself no! Too deep in the bottle

Another round to the head like oral sex I'm in love with the Hennessy this liquor keep pleasing me addicted to your misery this love properly killing me, fucking me up mentally visually is blurred love, me i'm just an alcoholic she stares as she poisons me seductive she know my taste, toxic relationship got me hungover damn I hate being sober, pursing your love in the bottom glass I want it to last, but girl you ain't right me, I enjoy you using, I'm just drunk deep in your love fuck

I can't help myself I been searching for you in bottom of the bottle, I can't help myself I been loving you endlessly that feeling you given me addicted my love
As the clouds coming rolling in
And the darkness begins to set
It is made clear
That a storm is coming
Though I look at this storm
I can't help but smile
For it makes me think it makes me think of us
And how much we have in common

For when I think of us together
I think about how we are like that storm
Our bodies are the clouds
When we come together, we create thunder
Causing a chaotic sound all around
But not negative chaos

The chaos of the loving type that people will hate
Just as they hate the thunder in the sky
But that doesn't happen till the time is right
For when the atmosphere is right
Is when the clouds are ready to come together
Once we join together we make the world just rumble
With every rumble the air begins to moisten

Nice bitter sweet moisture that can only be the sweat
The sweat off our bodies turns to heavy raindrops
The rain that people will never feel.
For to feel these raindrops
They need to feel what I feel
The storm though doesn't stop there

The passion between us excites the air
Friction tearing across the sky
That friction becoming a blinding light
That we know as lightening
Lighting full of excitement, passion, and fire
Causing those to try and bear witness fall to its brilliance
Heating up the sky with the heat of our love

The bodies clash, the sweat drips, and the love flashes
But with every storm as it comes to its temporary end
The clouds come apart
The rain stops
The flashes of lightning clear
The calm comes in
The calm that only we can experience
Together holding each other
Waiting for the next one

For There's Always a Storm Coming
i forget what happened next:
i fell asleep and woke up to them also waking up.
the pillows were sandalwood,
and the covers were of sweat,
the carpet was a friend i lost,
and the doorway was my pet.

i fell in love again with a mouth
made out of agate, and a nose from
quartz. Saliva that is rose scented,
and pleasant non-newtonian skin.
We ate rocks on beaches made of
linen, and skies crocheted of barley.
I whispered with the help of a bird
whose feathers were made of petals
and feet made of stone: I hate to be
Love, lies in our emotions
Configuring the chambers of how we feel
In our veins, nerves, and imperfections
That thread to make our curves

Around each maze
The heart senses a new direction to turn
Sensations of familiarity begin to burn

This hurts, not having anyone to love
As I sense myself running in my own maze

With only one mission

To find inside of me, the hope that lies above
Above the darkness in our hate
In the struggles and obstacles we break
And for the moments of glory
That we sometimes cease to create

So I'll swim in this dense river
A body of love like water
And rise above this surface I bleed
So I can rid the hate of this world
And find a way for us to
Truly love another.
I wrote this poem for Valentine's Day one year. Its message is to simply spread love, and cease the hate. We all can make a difference by loving each other.
CGW Oct 6
Do you wish to come inside tonight?
To see a million hues of star light.
All that we are is binary strands.
Stranded on an island, sifting through the sands.
Yo, this simulation, creation, indicative definition of a societal life.
I got a firm grasp on reality blessed be the angels on their strife.
Send down white light, hundred blades of crystalline lightning.
I've seen things, so many things, uncountable, untouchable, but never anything so frightening.
Society goes boom boom boom, spitting out factory processed humanoids.
People swipe left, swipe right, double click, triple click, one click, two click, ignorant that they are being sucked into a inescapable void.
Unaware of each and every fully capable potential that has to be offered to not just me or not just you but rather the whole of the world.
Delusional minds and ones that are not mine covering the illusions and causing the synthetic fabrics of society to become more swirled.
keep calm carry on, don't look left, don' look right, blink once, not twice, and never even once thrice.
keep in line, inseparable from that tingling feeling of liquid ice, and all they ever say is: "be nice.".
Do you wish to come inside tonight?
To see a million hues of star light.
Pagan Paul Oct 5
And it grips her submissive mind,
sweeping her along unbidden,
through timelines inducing nausea,
passed worlds previously hidden.
Tumbling stones rumble unheard,
a slide that sends gravity shifting,
starting a new path through time,
the butterfly effect begins shifting.

The images stop swirling,
a vision fades slow into sight,
a row of glowing Seers Spheres
racked in the pale moon light.
Eleven cradles for resting orbs,
four relieved of their weight,
claimed by other time travellers
already gone through the Gate.

And she sees Grimly approach,
picking a Sphere from the rack,
carrying careful in clean hands,
then through the door turns back.
She sees herself seated rigid,
watches Grimly hand her the Sphere,
a bolt of understanding hits and
her mind becomes crystal clear.

She realises these are tests
for the next vision is of her,
as a child in a camel train
leaving the great city of Ur.
Crossing the desert once again
with oils and perfumes so pure,
amidst the most luxurious goods
of gold, silver, silks and furs.

And the images diffuse, refocus, Judderwitch by a grave,
of an unfortunate sacrifice, the girl she could not save,
a flame handled dagger marks a headstone epitaph,
and her weeping grief slowly turns into a manic laugh,
as in the grave paces away, a woman screams out loud,
buried alive with a nest of spiders, no forgiveness is allowed.

And the scenes change, redefine, Judderwitch on a street,
with a mutilated corpse, an horrific sight for her to meet,
as a black rat starts to happily nibble at the naked feet,
and she shivers. She shivers? The Empress of Evil cold,
an anger courses through her at this alien feeling untold,
whilst her body stiffens at the answer she beholds.

Grimly sees her body stiffen,
a knowing smile graces his lips.
His eyes move to a vacant cradle,
as Time plays out one of its tricks.

And she knows.
She understands.
The Seers Sphere is Time itself.
Exactly one eleventh of
All Time.

The race through Time gently slows,
the globe feels warm as it brightly glows,
and deep inside she already knows
she is accepted and with Time she flows.
Connection with the Seers Sphere grows,
as the Ritual comes to its joyous close,
and the Seers Sphere hummed as it chose,
Judderwitch, and on its journey goes.

© Pagan Paul (05/10/18)
Poem 5 in Judderwitch series.
(Part 1 was posted a few days ago).

My Judderwitch poems are now in a collection :)
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