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"damed" poems
**** men predatory *** hounds chasing skirts and tights aching **** idiots disciples of Eros Christs of fetish reconciling nothing veiling that principled demeanor of feminist culture "of don't objectify me".....translation sensual form is not natures ruse machine Eve must override override override well the id does not negotiate the superstructure of affected political tele-reality starring the liberal chattering class who speculate male motives to be some vainglorious power trip while corporatized media personalities feign out of control lust as a mental disorder and sit up like shuddering Pekingese yessing the lascivious as a fiction no ladies its not just power theories are not testosterone it is pure unadulterated relentless irreducible urge to merge like the beluga **** channel sea world as you've never seen it before where male dolphins batter and gang bang the weaker *** in search of feral harmony in an overbuilt society yet to become a civilization are we scissored between a wild ****** id of the damed and the Victorian sacred of the damed oh you silky damsels makin men moody and humid pure **** heroine a poison ivy of *** like a rash givin men folk the itch cant stop the twitch rubber ******* in a rubbing frenzy from your soaking heat and odor we are  a rumbling of muttering torments for the forbidden taste of you oooow oooow we are pan in a mad dance for glistening shanks and buttery kisses we are the early bird looking for the worm hunters decreed by the liturgy of heaven and hell a constellation of infatuation and lechery mad with adoration love slaves in a raging furnace of desire *** addicts that just say yes turgid dogs hole sniffers voluptuous monsters all johnny apple seed and sometimes your salvation as you are ours knowing that sometimes real eroticism eclipses morality and yes my darlings* NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
THE TERROR OF WOMEN
**** men predatory *** hounds chasing skirts and tights aching **** idiots disciples of Eros Christs of fetish reconciling nothing veiling that principled demeanor of feminist culture "of don't objectify me".....translation sensual form is not natures ruse machine Eve must override override override well the id does not negotiate the superstructure of affected political tele-reality starring the liberal chattering class who speculate male motives to be some vainglorious power trip while corporatized media personalities feign out of control lust as a mental disorder and sit up like shuddering Pekingese yessing the lascivious as a fiction no ladies its not just power theories are not testosterone it is pure unadulterated relentless irreducible urge to merge like the beluga **** channel sea world as you've never seen it before where male dolphins batter and gang bang the weaker *** in search of feral harmony in an overbuilt society yet to become a civilization are we scissored between a wild ****** id of the damed and the Victorian sacred of the damed oh you silky damsels makin men moody and humid pure **** heroine a poison ivy of *** like a rash givin men folk the itch cant stop the twitch rubber ******* in a rubbing frenzy from your soaking heat and odor we are  a rumbling of muttering torments for the forbidden taste of you oooow oooow we are pan in a mad dance for glistening shanks and buttery kisses we are the early bird looking for the worm hunters decreed by the liturgy of heaven and hell a constellation of infatuation and lechery mad with adoration love slaves in a raging furnace of desire *** addicts that just say yes turgid dogs hole sniffers voluptuous monsters all johnny apple seed and sometimes your salvation as you are ours knowing that sometimes real eroticism eclipses morality and yes my darlings* NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER NO MAN SHOULD EVER TRANSGRESS ANOTHER
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A hungry gaze, dissipated haze. From across the room his hunger stays. Tears glisten yet no one listens. Madness and depression her brain descends. Yet she has no choice...she's one of the boys. Get a doctorate, make something of yourself, stop playing with your broken toys...either way you'll be damed to hell.. She lied, they say. Made it all up, they say. He cries his reputation is ruined, I mean he never laid a hand on you anyway...Haven't you ever done something stupid when you're drunk? Appointed to the highest hall, I guess some people are untouchable after all... Ah...what it is to be white and male in America.. Land of the free so long as you've paid the fee, SIT DOWN....Don't you know girls are to be seen not heard? So, the first time she speaks her mind, the scales of justice pull her taught from behind, all too similar to the predicament she'd find herself in...all those nights ago.... This is the story of a woman who lost it all, trying to save us from the infamous Kavanaugh. I wonder how many Bretts do you know? How many more have we yet to meet?
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
Kavanaugh
Honest He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit He homeless He an affair and a **** good fix ****** with a tendency to show underwhelming **** Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants Good at *** when in love Un-abused Un-poisened One of my best mates like Dyslexic thick **** A problem Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist. One of the needers of therapists Panicked by past Fractured by future A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs A fearfull mess mummy's boy Fatherless Fathered less A letdownshowoff overconfident, Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater A ex punk, definite ***** pushover, almost poet So easily hurt, yet never hurts My love one. (Cary you Guardian) Too damed romantic Cant read but by gosh buys books Genius artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student manish Little Boy child Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate Justifier of the almighty grey areas, The cheated... the Strong willed.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Self Portrayal
Red hair... Like a bright sunny glair... You get drunk when we kiss... I can't get enough of this... I know there are plenty of girls in the world... You must think I am absurd... A relationship based on trust... All I had to go off of was your word... But that don't mean **** Because you legitimately gave up and quit... You couldn't be leaving me for another guy... Girl i'm just too fly... But you don't like PDA... And our so called relationship is TBA... Could have just stayed with me, and i'd be okay... But as fast as you came... I will replace you... You can't break a heard of stone... Been down this road too many times... I always end up alone... But on top is where I remain... I can't say I loved you... But my feelings I cannot hide or contain... You say you're sorry... And we will still be friends... Better a week than a year... But i'll be damed if I agree... Like a magician, I'm about to disappear... Have no fear though... You got your wish... 11:11 is the time... Gold ************* fish...
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Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 11:48 PM UTC
Red Dead Redemption?
Rip me apart. Rip me wide open. Take these bones And pulverize them. Please. I dare you to take me For all that I am. Change me into something So I'll be damed. Maybe you'll break me With nothing left to see Make it start so this could be over Because just maybe I'll leave a warrior
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Start
" Hush, little pumpkin, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna sing you a song of birds. Look at them twirl and swirl in midnight light, While fireflies twinkle as they dance among the stars so bright, Where dreams entwine with the world in flight. “But, Mommy… I’m scared... Don’t leave me...” “Don’t worry, my sweet pumpkin, I’ll always be here, In shadows and silence, You’ve nothing to fear.” Hush, little pumpkin, don’t say a word, Mama's here to guide your midnight tour. A soft, soothing chord made the moonlight sing, As crickets hum their gentle offering. Close your eyes, let your worries drift away, Like galaxies cascading in ocean waves. In the warmth of my arms, you can safely stay. When twilight looms and the night feels long, Listen to my rippling heartbeat; it’s your guiding song. Feel the gentle night breeze whisper sweet dreams near, With every breath, know that Mama is here. Hush, little pumpkin, let the stars be your aide, In this world of magic, there’s nothing to hide. So rest your weary head and snuggle tight, Mama will cuddle you till the morning light. " -Klausyuer: The Damed Poet
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Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 7:00 AM UTC
Midnight's Nesting Song
Lost in shadowed emotion tributaries run dry damed upstream by a dreams demise illusionary nature, brought down by truth a pipe dream's dead end Rewire, and release bring illumination to a stagnant dream remove the pillars blocking emotion set yourself free, and let it be it is only natural for truth to heal thy Pathways rewired and cleared let the light of love wash you clean
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
Rewire
Thought about it before Talked about it to Now maybe i need to Don’t know what to do Afraid to take the option Damed if i do , damed if i don’t I need to make my mind up Give it a try , to give me a break Maybe then i’ll understand Exactly where i am And exactly what i have to do .
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Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 4:29 AM UTC
Do i leave
You can fake your angelic perfection, but id rather fight my demons. Where i stand i am stronger, but feel free to kneel. This world has gone to hell and dragging me along. You want me to light this fire, but ill be damed if i go down. Dont try to shake what youre not worthy to break. Drown me in your flames, and bury me in these ashes, but i can hold my ground. Either way you lose, and i will be higher than you.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
Faith
"Heavens above!" I call God: "Hold please... your prayer is very important to us." I'm put on hold listened to heavenly harps for what seems like an eternity an angel finally gets back to me "God's not in!" well...I be damed! "When will He return?" ...the line goes dead... "Hey dude..!" grins the devil "My main man...like... what can I do you for?"
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
SOMETIMES THE DEVIL YOU KNOW....
HOW TO MAKE A BREXIT-EXIT PIE ( for David Olaf Carney ) Put in as much Gove as one can take. "Not a lot...not a lot noooo no **** it....that's too much!" One can make it too toxic! Sprinkle in enough barmy bumbly Borisisms to make one gasplaughchoke in total disbelief. Then, come what May... round up the usual suspected lies lies and damed lies enough to fill a "Blunderbus!" Leave out the petty Pretti one this time out. Cook on a slow Conservative heat. Ooops you upped the Auntie way to high! Even the lies are becoming transparent.' Ouick...more lies more lies more lies! Oh my good Conservative God they are becoming see through....what will we do! Looks a bit burnt about the edges! Looks decidedly un-tasty and incredibly inedible. And when the Pie was open the liars began to sing! Oh wasn't that a truly terrible dish to sit before the dissed United Kingdom. Face it - things is looking Grimm! "The United Kingdom - Le Royaume-Uni NUL POINTS.....NUL POINTS!"
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
HOW TO MAKE A BREXIT-EXIT PIE ( for David Olaf Carney )