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 Jul 2019 Sin
Styles
Juices
 Jul 2019 Sin
Styles
Captured me with your presence.
Bound me by your grace.
Entice me with your pleasure.
Intoxicate me with your scent.
Spread your limbs across my face
indulge in your flavor
enamor me with the taste
Let me savor every drop
not a single drop wasted
most delicious thing ever tasted
 Jul 2019 Sin
zxndrew
Moonlit
 Jul 2019 Sin
zxndrew
She had the moon in her eyes
The ocean swaying to her will
A tidal wave of a presence in the room
 Jul 2019 Sin
Kim B
MOM
 Jul 2019 Sin
Kim B
MOM
Our world when we are small.
Our bane when teenaged.
Our friend as an adult.
Our loss when death takes.
My Mom died 33 years ago as of May 30, 2019 - she was only 55.  She has much been on my mind.  (7/01/2019)
 Jul 2019 Sin
Valerie
Secret
 Jul 2019 Sin
Valerie
Your bite marks linger under my skin
I’m awash in a crimson hue
I try to exhale but can’t catch my breath
A secret between me and you
 Apr 2019 Sin
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 Apr 2019 Sin
Gina
Kiss
 Apr 2019 Sin
Gina
My soul splits in two
The moment I see you

You destroy what was made
My debt has been paid

I have nothing to fear
As death draws me near

His breath on my face
I’m leaving this place

His kiss is deadly deep
I return it as I weep

All thought leaves me
As I fall to sleep
 Apr 2019 Sin
Nemis
There's an invisible monster,
Who's holding me in its shackles.
And we share a great bond,
Not the one meant to be broken.
I'm a puppet, with anger as the strings
And he's my master, controlling me from within.
I'll never let it go, because I adore him so
And he's forever with me, even if I want to let it go.
It's about how the negativity controls us, makes us lose our mind and makes us pretty much a puppet is like.
 Apr 2019 Sin
october rose
E.
 Apr 2019 Sin
october rose
E.
I break my own heart
Dreaming of the things
Unrealistically
 Apr 2019 Sin
Victor D López
Trust
 Apr 2019 Sin
Victor D López
Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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