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Skendong Sep 2014
like a burqua, women
wrapped around his
demeanor, rebels.  he
gave the *******
saying, grass is always
greener in the summer
time.  the sun spurned
this long black Friday.

rabid speculation
death for bethel’s children.
hands, mouth, feet, iron-
fettered & bounded.  parents
blamed it on one horrid
baby boy.  he groomed,
bewitched, excelled, beguiled,
erectly sprouting forth.

mother took for granted
forever will i am:  we
miss your energy running
the streets like ******,
fool?  false.  for they said
you lost your mind,
possessed by beelzeboul.
a ****, tortured soul.

he was not fake,
& never phoney,
“sham you!” they screamed:
later paying homage.
quiet remains, but
i confess YHWV
when beloved left
they penned his fairy tale


fits of covert passion  
tempered as women, wait
outside the synagogue -
he debated with the
rabbi so every thing changed.
God’s voice betwixt his lips,
for ever sealed & raised
above the people.

wandered off sheep miss,
guided from the path when
fell the night suddenly
en-lightened by sudden
incantations evoked from
a man with lighted face
jude, twinned, grew in skills
& oratory spells mastered.

mother took for granted
forever will i am:  
we miss your energy
running the streets like ******,
fool?  false.  for they said
you lost your mind
possessed by Beelzeboul.
a ****, tortured soul.

he was not fake,
& never phoney,
“sham you!” they screamed:
later paying homage.
quiet remains, but
i confess YHWV
when beloved left
they penned his fairy tale
Nevermore Mar 2014
No
the world won’t implode
if my lips touch yours

the sun won’t die
the seas won’t boil
the sky won’t fall
the earth won’t split

if my eye meets yours
if my finger brushes yours
if my forehead touches yours
as my arm encircles your waist

so what’s the problem here

if i bury my nose in your hair
if i whisper sweet nothings in your ear
if i press you up against the wall
and claim all of you

blood will not rain from the heavens
planets will not collide
beelzeboul will not rise
and the internet will not die

if i make you mine

so why

— The End —