#harlot
Yeah I know this ***** named Cindy,
She's a looker, really an undercover ******
Tried to hit me with the Chuckie Booker,
Playing games, everyday fighting over the same,
Thang,
She really wa a lesbian, playing like she likes mans again,
But I got poisoned,
By the apple, didn't the see the worm that grappled,
Over my soul tryna take control,
Over the situation,
I needed libation, she set forth a different location,
Don't worry ICE mans coming,
To the birds that's humming,
Dirt over my name, same old same,
Things up against the grain,
In the hour glass,
Yeah she gotta pass, over the immigration,
Don't worry, I stayed tuned to the vibration,
Can't escape the wrath, of God when alongs come the thunder,
She'll be taken under,
The hellish domain, nothing left open but shame,
Now she begging to come back to me again,
But it's too late to reconcile the sins,
Face the nation, ***** this is your final destination,
Mission deportation,
Back to your country ya go,
Couldn't play me though,
Now ya mad,
Used to be all glad, until you had,
To mess up the simple things,
Chasing the diamond,
But never seen the bling,
I love when the courts had to bring,
Forth your allegation, false claiming rapin',
Domestic violence,
They saw through your lies,
Now you remain in silence,
Looking over ya shoulder, as ya sinking colder,
Couldnt knock down this soldier,
I thought I told ya,
When ya tried to played me, ya game is over,
Since I'm a follower of Jehovah,
He watches over his sheep,
I spot these fakes like leopards,
You must be obsurd,
If you thinking you can get me served,
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
Peace comes with surrender or destruction
Peace comes with restraint by greater powers
Powers ordained from on high for peace
But cowardly harlots wooing kings for profits
That such powers now impotent and abused
The heavenly decree profaned and corrupted
Peace is at an end, peace no more on earth
So too goodwill and favour abrogated
And judgements come, the book of life closed
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
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Rose of faded tinsel
Its luster lost at last
Haughty harlot in high heels
She has a ****** past
She wears a
liquid liner smile
Her dress is sequined tulle
She has no taste, it's such a waste
Breaks every fashion rule
She sits there on the bar stool
She's already ******
Turn the card, her eyes are hard
Enough to break a bone
Oh my, what those eyes have seen
Those eyes give no grace
They're like poached eggs within
A wrinkled, haggard face
Do you judge her harshly?
Be careful if you do
The tinsel Rose, the Saying goes
But for God is
YOU
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
September 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking fresh blood,
this child, this harlot;
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness;
evil incarnate,
to dance so reckless;
dreaming of blood,
her fangs—white—baring;
revealing her lust,
and her eyes, pale, staring . . .
Published by Scarlett Memories, Les Felines, Bloodcroft, Vampire Cats and performed on YouTube by G. M. Danielson. Keywords/Tags: vampire, blood, red, lips, child, harlot, night, darkness, evil, incarnate, fangs, lust, pale, eyes
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Faith's a gift even as prodigies are gifted
But whereas prodigies are put on a pedestal
Truth's a stranger, exiled from the womb
And life's a harlotry in a foreign land
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
a shell, a rock, valueless
token of exchange
Cain's creation, perhaps,
impelled by hunger and his mark
today a non attributable lie
a picture of true faith
- but the sword still stands -
speaks more truth than any word can
deeper its insidious roots grow
for the greater its seeming efficacy
displacing the currency of love
for my enemies love me as themselves
but the lie is true
gnawing from the inside out
from nations, to businesses, to people,
a soulless heartless ********** remains
by the sword you live, by the sword you die
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
Oh Ye Whose Eyes Hold No Soul,
Wandering the Streets for a bit of gold,
Born a Treasure of Pureness and Grace,
Now Reduced, Hollowed by Stranger's Embrace.
When Oh When, Will the Fire Ignite,
The Embers that Burn In the Gaze of Those Sight.
A Savior She Seeks, But There is None,
None in the World, that will rewrite Her Song.
Look up to the Heavens, there She Sees.
That it is there that Her Glory be Redeemed.
She Reaches Out, Unable to Grasp,
She Cries Out, in Hope and Despair.
In Loving Arms, a Savior Came,
One Whose Heart, Covers all Shame.
In His Wings, He Took Her Up,
In His Grace, She Was Restored
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
I am embarrassed to say
that I fell head over heels
for a psychopath.
This girl had a smile that melted my heart
and a knife that stabbed me in the back.
She had warm lips that kissed me
And sharp teeth that bit me.
Did I mention that she was nuts?
She was a sociopathic, multible peraonalitied, souless harlot
who ****** out my soul and **** me out.
....but she was pretty though
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
they shine
like angels
fallen from above
to tempt the eyes
of frail men
broken trail of wingless years
eyes betray a lonely heart
and hope to make it full at last
they long
like sirens
calling from afar
to turn a foot
by fatal lyre
faithless fickle hearts of men
leave voids unfilled by unshed tears
and ache to wipe the fears away
they lay
like harlots
waxed and oiled
primped and preened
to light the hearts
of fallen men
and
tempted, turned,
take them away
to darkness
fill the longing, close the void
break the long and hard divide
but moments pass
the deed is done
and into stupor
all undone
the cracked and broken
flee
so we sit
like demons
teeth spread wide
with a halo on the jaws of hell
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
The city sleeps among its incandescence,
however,
she does not.
she watches,
she waits.
Locked in the safety
of her ivory tower,
her pale nakedness
becoming a silky glow in
the dim light of the room.
She is imprisoned
by her beauty,
though she is loved by many
she loves only one.
She waits up for him,
as a stranger
to the sea of sheets
that cling to her bare legs.
She hears footsteps
from down the hall
and questions,
is it her lover?
or is it another
who insists to pay for
her love.
She works the night,
a high end harlot.
Her sorrow wanes
like a wounded cry from
a beaten wolf.
Knuckles wrap against
the hotel door,
and she turns her gaze
from the city outside the window,
her hair moving
like dancing rays of
stolen light.
She reaches for the lipstick
on the night stand,
and walks bare skinned
and beautiful to the door.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Ah, but you know naught
Of the traipse of indignity
Ever so staggered in advance
By the chafe of love and lust
Oh to wander amidst
These crowds of judging eyes
Known by the happenings of a night
After a sip (or two) of wine
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC