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My hips side to side sway, so let me devour you like night does day. I don't care for a perfect bouquet; I just want your body – a perfect buffet. So what if it's cliche? You're a perfect piece of prey. Is love what you think I'm trying to convey? Vulnerability is child's play. If you fall for me, I'll make your heart decay.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
Devour You
the world can wait still being itself predictable outcomes following you around shut it out by entering silence be still be silence
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
be still
going nowhere by going everywhere a small planet spinning around a star perpetual motion in relative stillness
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:57 AM UTC
perpetual motion
It wasn't so much the beauty, that radiated from her face that made her so unforgettable in his mind, inasmuch as her real beauty that emanated from within that impressed him and stayed with him, so much and for so long. Like an otherworldly purity, a glow so delicate, so indeliberately deliberate, so at ease, so personally impersonal, a light shining so bright in a dim, dark world that for all I know had lost its spark eons ago, her presence was something that to this day still, even the words of the world's most skilled wordsmith, are fools filled with veins of vain belief thinking that even THEY could one day capture and seize, what the Heart knows when it truly sees.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
Purity. Decency. Honesty.
"I'll quit tomorrow" Say once again I spoke those words yesterday too Would take the easy route out of this No shortcuts in Hell-I must go through An excuse not to surfaces Legitimate or not Before I know it repeating mistakes Hit after hit Shot after shot Of the places I've visited Don't think I have ever reached one quite so low Seeking whatever fleeting remedy Leaves the least room to grow You've got to wonder why I make these decisions Swearing that "this time" I'm done Got my back pressed against a concrete slab Simply isn't anywhere else to run Maybe I have gotten used to the fire Been so long since my universe went up in flames May be difficult to see through the smoke At least that way there's a scapegoat to blame I cannot claim I don't know any better After two or three times learned getting sick Regardless how many nights spent fighting withdrawals Sobriety never seems to stick Maybe I should give up on this battle Surrender war and wave a flag of white Let demons have their way with my soul Accept that I'll never be alright I am exhausted sprinting in circles Find myself in the exact same place Watching world spin around me so fast While own life I only waste
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
"I'll Quit Tomorrow"
THE POET'S LOUNGE, LET'S ALL GATHER AROUND, ALL...... POET'S, LYRICISTS, ALL WRITERS, and SONNETEERS, ALL STORYTELLERS, RHYMERS, and VERSIFIERS, as we BLEND IN HARMONY and START to INSPIRE, ALL ARE WELCOME, LET'S BRING THE JUICE, TO THE POETESS, SONGSTERS, METRICIST AND MUSE, COME AND JOIN THE GANG, IF YOU SO CHOOSE, AS WE VERSE BY VERSE and SOUND BY SOUND, I WELCOME YOU ALL TO: THE POET'S LOUNGE!!!!! B.R. DATE: 3/14/2025
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
The Poet's Lounge
You take heart right from my bleeding chest Suffering cardiac arrest All fears it seems are second-guessed Scared this attempt will work out like the rest Hurt a few too many occasions before Tip-toeing on ever shaking floor It's obvious you don't want me anymore Need reason to keep on breathing for Crashing lightning Rolling thunder Caught in current and it's pulling me under I cannot help but stop and wonder Why my dreams are torn asunder No space left inside head Taken up by lies you said Wish I felt happy instead Infected me with a sense of dread It's not your fault Torn in two I have myself to blame for believing you Your eyes oceans I fell into I'm drowning in those pools of blue Looking at yesterday Tried so hard to walk away Can't break chains around my feet Without your touch incomplete
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Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
Cardiac Arrest
More than not spend all day in bed Remarkable how depression works around the clock By the time I manage to raise my head Sheep gather to be counted in a flock
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Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 12:42 AM UTC
Around The Clock
an all purpose cleaner response to the how-ya-doing-question, as my vibe unmistakable; the hatred in the world directed at MY PEOPLE, is inexplicable, beyond reason, a hatred raw and pure in the tiny places we humans hide it, lest our ancient linkage to an unreasoned, embarrassing emotion, be revealed but now revealed it is reveled, as the freedom to despise is a valued thing is an ancient scar, now freshly wounded and the two thousand year old accumulated, callused, surrounding wafer thin, layered upon layer of tissue, wiped away in utter disbelief cleansed, a different kind of impure clean, “like” an ethnic cleansing, traceless, whisked away in a wink of moment, a goner. like hope, prior sentient optimism sentenced to life imprisonment and this sentence, and this very sentence! written finally understanding that it is a punishment far worse than the quick relief of death. c’mon, how about a few “fukk you jew” cri de coeur, heartfelt, genuine, pointless hate no, not I, no, not me, spare me the pithy comments, the pointless sympathy, glistening like evaporating water droplets before disappearing, I ask myself, not why they hate, why it persists, for this I understand and accept the foulness of what we are capable of is, beloved, as a secret pleasure, now secreted in torrents. no, I ask myself, why do I write poetry, for it is as pointless as the hatred directed at me, from birth, till death, and ever after, the humanity of poetry just another fraud another reason why this man cries in the bathroom,^ not from any shape of shame, because poetry is pointless in times of hatred, and now we know, recognize, it is always somewhere, nearby, always present and prescient, pointless hatred, itching to be pointed at me, makes for pointless poetry. To whom shall I point my poetry?
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Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
“raggedy^ around the edges” (jew hatred, pointless poetry)
an all purpose cleaner response to the how-ya-doing-question, as my vibe unmistakable; the hatred in the world directed at MY PEOPLE, is inexplicable, beyond reason, a hatred raw and pure in the tiny places we humans hide it, lest our ancient linkage to an unreasoned, embarrassing emotion, be revealed but now revealed it is reveled, as the freedom to despise is a valued thing is an ancient scar, now freshly wounded and the two thousand year old accumulated, callused, surrounding wafer thin, layered upon layer of tissue, wiped away in utter disbelief cleansed, a different kind of impure clean, “like” an ethnic cleansing, traceless, whisked away in a wink of moment, a goner. like hope, prior sentient optimism sentenced to life imprisonment and this sentence, and this very sentence! written finally understanding that it is a punishment far worse than the quick relief of death. c’mon, how about a few “fukk you jew” cri de coeur, heartfelt, genuine, pointless hate no, not I, no, not me, spare me the pithy comments, the pointless sympathy, glistening like evaporating water droplets before disappearing, I ask myself, not why they hate, why it persists, for this I understand and accept the foulness of what we are capable of is, beloved, as a secret pleasure, now secreted in torrents. no, I ask myself, why do I write poetry, for it is as pointless as the hatred directed at me, from birth, till death, and ever after, the humanity of poetry just another fraud another reason why this man cries in the bathroom,^ not from any shape of shame, because poetry is pointless in times of hatred, and now we know, recognize, it is always somewhere, nearby, always present and prescient, pointless hatred, itching to be pointed at me, makes for pointless poetry. To whom shall I point my poetry?
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There is much about you to remember Am terrified I might forget To me appears you already have Realization that makes me upset Nothing to stop image from fading From brain a bit more each day Picture your face so clearly now Know time will steal it away Writing all our memories The best way to ensure In some way I'll preserve you forever The perfect specimens we were You do not care Freeze precious snapshots Because to you they did not matter If love was a delicate vase You would purposefully topple it simply to see shatter Sit down to rest tired feet Exhausted from leading around in laps Do not know you're giving me the runaround You set fire to all the maps
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Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 2:07 PM UTC
Maps
I do what you do Linger and loom like colors On the horizon
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Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
linger
on a gentle breeze fluffy dandelion seeds did saunter around
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC
Haiku
It dawns... She ponders... It wanders... Goes yonder... Back it saunters... Her thought process... Sometimes is... Beyond her
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
Process
Don't let the bed bugs bite... Even though they're crawling All over you. Don't let the raindrops win... Even though they're Surrounding you. Don't let the windows shine... Even though they can Always see you. Don't let the bed bugs bite... Because even when you're Holding your pillow tight... They still come and snuggle up by your side.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
Bed Bugs
What are colours? Colours define everything. But who defines everything to the ones who can’t see? Not only the ones that are blind. But the ones who just don’t want to see it. To see what is right in front of them. To see the world around them. To see everything that exists. And what does not exist.
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Colours
Om Clear the mind with forms of breath control Vibrations emanate Serpent flows in swirls It curls around the centre line Seven points along the spine From base to crown Varied hues are queued where energy is key Use the force to elevate your qi Om
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
Kundalini
Night changes and spins around Bitter day will follow suit A purple frosty evening Turning black as soot
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
From Purple To Black
Every motion that you make, Will lift me of the ground. I'm so happy that you're around.
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
I feel good
I don't mind the way things are I have some new friends We're smiling again Things are better for me Life keeps moving
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
Stay
I pray my pen Flows not with think But with spirit embodied As there is more to impress In the ink of Christ Than there ever was or will be In this expression of me
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Impressive Savior