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"afright" poems
For sport my Julia threw a lace Of silk and silver at my face: Watchet the silk was, and did make A show, as if’t ‘ad been a snake: The suddenness did me afright; But though it scar’d, it did not bite.
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The Silken Snake
time it is she beckoned time and I ate of it the dread the matter of her no kiss of her from her honestly no doubt, I knew... it was dinner time "eat me" she labored as dog in heat spread her legs as on stirrups I be, the muzzle be her divorce from me yank my collar, chain wrapped about her hand beckon me "eat" chain be her love I desire collar be my patience given but appetite? mine be love her beest pleasure I have no appetite for merely pleasure neither hers nor mine sans love? no appetite at all have I eyes so weary of wanting that I melt as Salvador Dali prophesied mine eyes droop her thighs wet my fantasies as ice cream, on the hottest Sunday, I am weak weary of denying myself her she, a mere rainforest of beauty abundant in plural, though singular her flower droop me 'tween mine legs raise me, as the dawn rises zenithly, she pies me, my piper, my charmed being I'm pied she has me dancing, midriffly, with ****** fervor mine eyes cast down as shadow in sunset lone tree in the wilderness redfern shadow a mile long mine eyes cast down between her legs seeing all my heart's desires "eat" and all my hopes dieth there "eat" despair, I mourn I pine "love me" I opine, my lover love me be not pleasure the measure of our stay, in bed, this Sunday love me, as the Father hath given us this day be not Eve of the forbidden love be Dawn of the day we won eternal life from the devil's death that my fruit be of your nectar drunk, that I be your pleasure, and you be mine that I succor thine fruit hour by hour that you writhe not as snake but as mountain shook as mountain moved faithfully, you love me, let that fantasy be mine drink and thine offering due my thirst that love sate me, nay?! "eat!" and all the world looketh empty of light "eat! **** you" and all the world be afright with wonder that I be man, yet, eat not my ****** that she be heathen of love, still, my ****** she be, simply, that mine eyes drink her in beauty beyond compare but that mine ears deceive me not for deceive me, her flesh does but her forked tongue as lightning streak she shat the bed that streak be her ****** blessing dashed across her whorish ways be that time I linger in wait wanting, but that I eat she trappeth me that all I be good for is her pleasure but be not fit for her love "eat! what are you good for?!" nay, irony be that time told clock struck truth "eat!" nay "what my flesh be, here, then?" a trap, and I say nay for I be a lover of such supple, gorgeous, womanly flesh, not, merely, a ****** "eat" I be not hungry, for a ***** my flesh be purchased but nay that my heart he purchased neither my soul, by merely, lust I, too dearly, pine for you dream of you romance you deeper than form and fit time and merciless pleasure to be, of you, lustfully... so, I say, nay... but, that ye should, learn love me perhaps, that day perhaps then, yay
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 1:45 PM UTC
The Flesh, Her Flesh, My Chagrin, My Death Her Flesh Be...
time it is she beckoned time and I ate of it the dread the matter of her no kiss of her from her honestly no doubt, I knew... it was dinner time "eat me" she labored as dog in heat spread her legs as on stirrups I be, the muzzle be her divorce from me yank my collar, chain wrapped about her hand beckon me "eat" chain be her love I desire collar be my patience given but appetite? mine be love her beest pleasure I have no appetite for merely pleasure neither hers nor mine sans love? no appetite at all have I eyes so weary of wanting that I melt as Salvador Dali prophesied mine eyes droop her thighs wet my fantasies as ice cream, on the hottest Sunday, I am weak weary of denying myself her she, a mere rainforest of beauty abundant in plural, though singular her flower droop me 'tween mine legs raise me, as the dawn rises zenithly, she pies me, my piper, my charmed being I'm pied she has me dancing, midriffly, with ****** fervor mine eyes cast down as shadow in sunset lone tree in the wilderness redfern shadow a mile long mine eyes cast down between her legs seeing all my heart's desires "eat" and all my hopes dieth there "eat" despair, I mourn I pine "love me" I opine, my lover love me be not pleasure the measure of our stay, in bed, this Sunday love me, as the Father hath given us this day be not Eve of the forbidden love be Dawn of the day we won eternal life from the devil's death that my fruit be of your nectar drunk, that I be your pleasure, and you be mine that I succor thine fruit hour by hour that you writhe not as snake but as mountain shook as mountain moved faithfully, you love me, let that fantasy be mine drink and thine offering due my thirst that love sate me, nay?! "eat!" and all the world looketh empty of light "eat! **** you" and all the world be afright with wonder that I be man, yet, eat not my ****** that she be heathen of love, still, my ****** she be, simply, that mine eyes drink her in beauty beyond compare but that mine ears deceive me not for deceive me, her flesh does but her forked tongue as lightning streak she shat the bed that streak be her ****** blessing dashed across her whorish ways be that time I linger in wait wanting, but that I eat she trappeth me that all I be good for is her pleasure but be not fit for her love "eat! what are you good for?!" nay, irony be that time told clock struck truth "eat!" nay "what my flesh be, here, then?" a trap, and I say nay for I be a lover of such supple, gorgeous, womanly flesh, not, merely, a ****** "eat" I be not hungry, for a ***** my flesh be purchased but nay that my heart he purchased neither my soul, by merely, lust I, too dearly, pine for you dream of you romance you deeper than form and fit time and merciless pleasure to be, of you, lustfully... so, I say, nay... but, that ye should, learn love me perhaps, that day perhaps then, yay
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Once upon a twilight tingle, under the moonlit stars' twinkle Such a foul fowl, 'tis only a foul owl "What brings you here on this most auspacious night of nights?" I asked The task it brought, I knew not, I merely cowered, as it did growl I, with my guitar in hand, hastely jumped upon the warm sand, tipping, and tripping upon my towel, As the Owl, with it's luminous eyes, began to tread the now seemingly still and chilled soil, The ocean's roar slowly died down t'was not the only sound that began to silence itself even the pestilent winds around us fell idle to the ground My reverberating heartbeat now the only audible sound Fear finally finding sanctum in thoughts of logic Think my man, think strategic, for this is what you now can do Afright, now simple curiousity No necessity was it, t'was a simple question i began to skew, "what is your name, you obnoxious creature you?" The now appearing invisible predator corraled the picture on the back of my guitar and flew, cawwing merely once calmly "Who are you?"
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
Foul Owl (Raven pardoy (Edagar Allen Poe)
looking thru the ghosts and goblins the vampires dwarfs and the throbbin hearts of lovers who left even before they got here lookin at the mirrored corpses of faceless bodies of mystifying entities of no dimensions looking at you as you look at me such afright! to realize our pain at last heal me oh whoever it is does these things heal us of our terrifying sense of indifference bodies have ****** organs and hence emotional feelings we know something about this a very little something but we play with ourselves completely and **** heal me oh whoever it is does these things heal us of our terrifying sense of indifference
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 3:05 PM UTC
ghosts and
My darling! Oh my life! my dream! my thought! Hither, as you promised,     Join my hands, life is sheer delusion; Let us drink from Lethe together, Be not afright, think not of coming back     And be my alter ego                          To eternity.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
To You From Deathbed
Listen, do you hear them whisper and speak? Foul minded heirs and hearts of purest black – I fear only of my sins will they preach – When they cry, “Lord!” it is me they push back. Afright, this demon-child stalks ‘bout the night: Her lips bleed lies and her eyes do bewitch, She will waylay your soul with deadly rites. Corruption and tricks make the devil – rich. Hatred and pain have her trapped in the mir'r – I am a nightmare dressed as a daydream – Where, teary-eyed, we stare at each other I sew up the cracks with tightly held seams Please, if you would accept me presently, I need someone to hold me tenderly.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
A Sonnet: Voices
Life is full of surprises, empty and filled, life, He is like colorful music, but also as a sharp knife, The shepherd keeps the sheep in the hill and plays the fife, He admires the sun and dreams of his wife. Life is a strong fight. Everyone has his own way, Who will fit me in my way, Today or tomorrow I will find a bay, Life is just a quick game. I know that I can and I can say, Yes, one day, all of us, God puts on temptation, But never to those for which we did not get up . There is neither yeserday nor tomorrow, There is only today, and today it is far from us, We must make the first sway, In life there is no replay, We stand at the doorway, and let's try to create our Happy day. Life gives you destany, do not forget who you are and your identity. Some things are brevity, We all born and die, For that we know, that we are sure they are not lies. Life gives our eyes, that we can make the difference between truth and lies. It takes effort, something to devise, Alone or with allies, Sometimes you have to be with spies, Act just and wisely, You will receive your prize, And it's materieze. Life is the sun that shines through the day, the moon that flashes at night, It will constantly intimidate you, always afright, if you need a meteorite. Be a knight, a fighter and a tiger, an insider, strong writer, unique and mystic. Life creates warriors, There is always a heavy barrier, You are sometimes a worrierr. Everyone carries his own cross, We all go once across, We dream dreams of glass, how we emboss, And we have wings like Albatross. Life is full of obstacles, a strange song, a long game, Quick as a summer windy flame. We have to have a aim, Life created pain and faith, and sweet fame, But in the end, everything is down to the same.
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Life
Life is full of surprises, empty and filled, life, He is like colorful music, but also as a sharp knife, The shepherd keeps the sheep in the hill and plays the fife, He admires the sun and dreams of his wife. Life is a strong fight. Everyone has his own way, Who will fit me in my way, Today or tomorrow I will find a bay, Life is just a quick game. I know that I can and I can say, Yes, one day, all of us, God puts on temptation, But never to those for which we did not get up . There is neither yeserday nor tomorrow, There is only today, and today it is far from us, We must make the first sway, In life there is no replay, We stand at the doorway, and let's try to create our Happy day. Life gives you destany, do not forget who you are and your identity. Some things are brevity, We all born and die, For that we know, that we are sure they are not lies. Life gives our eyes, that we can make the difference between truth and lies. It takes effort, something to devise, Alone or with allies, Sometimes you have to be with spies, Act just and wisely, You will receive your prize, And it's materieze. Life is the sun that shines through the day, the moon that flashes at night, It will constantly intimidate you, always afright, if you need a meteorite. Be a knight, a fighter and a tiger, an insider, strong writer, unique and mystic. Life creates warriors, There is always a heavy barrier, You are sometimes a worrierr. Everyone carries his own cross, We all go once across, We dream dreams of glass, how we emboss, And we have wings like Albatross. Life is full of obstacles, a strange song, a long game, Quick as a summer windy flame. We have to have a aim, Life created pain and faith, and sweet fame, But in the end, everything is down to the same.
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