"fantacies" poems
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( we who wonder where you are )
( • • )
And
Why do you stay in the fires burning (?)
)•(
one drifting image fading
The tiny child on the streets
The drone plane circling overhead
The missle loaded and about to go
We sit and watch but never see
Really anything at all
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The sweet young girl child
The muse of the poets who live
( the few who've survived )
::
I made love to a poet once
In the morning all there was
Was a pool of blood that spelled out
The word
BROKEN !
On the floor
Amid the sound
Of demons laughing
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She
Was a cute kid
Now she's dead
A 12 year old
Dead terrorist
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we wander bravely from
Bedroom to bathroom
To kitchen
To school
Telling tales of mundane
Brief fantacies
And forays
Into reality
But then we left and come here
//
The vintage day
($)
All the frills
)(
We
Tiny bodies
So abused
:
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
I recall her stripping me naked
Then she danced around the bed
Slowly, enticingly disrobing her voluptuous form
Her firm breast bouncing free from her bra
My ******** began to ache
As she slipped her tounge around it's head
Her ******* hard & rubbery adorned
the fleshy mountains I saw
Hands wrapped around each
I stroked & squeezed & suckeled
Her wet crotch sliding down my leg
Left a sticky trail
Her mouth found a throbing shift
And stoked it to it's base
Where there she ****** in my *****
And gently rolled them in her mouth
And around her face
Up the shaft she came again
though this time it slide down
Her throught, warm & wet & exhaled
Again & again she went
I almost surcumed
I pushed her back
And dove between her thighs
My tounge found that sweet spot
between the sticky lips
Lapping up her sweet honey drips
Sliding my tounge from one end to the other
******* on that harden ****
Until she gushed more sticky stuff
Then slowly I plunged as deep as I could
Filling up that sweet pink hole
And there I plunged again & again
Until my cheeks were sore
Slowly I raised myself
Hands upon her thighs
Spreading her lovelyness
As wide as she could split
She reached down & grabed my form
Holding hard she guided it in
Not even a chance to heav forwards
SHE CAME UP KER BAM
As she fell back I drove it home
My ***** smacked her in the ***
Stroking deep & slow at first
There was no holding her back
Bucking & bounching she managed
to turn around so I got her from hehind
She reached under & grabed my *****
Like a lease it was as she pulled me in
Faster & faster we went
Then she pushed me back
Grabed my shaft & began to ****
She said to me very sweetly
I want to drink U all
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
and quite dully dutifully
the mk-ultra manchurian candidate brain-washed children
enter the "MIND OF THE WORLD!"
matzel-tov!
matzel-tov!
sing sing sing and play naked in the school yard
fantacies of fame and money and glamourously vile freedom from all responsibility being peddled as the amerikkan dream
or
you can (can) can wake up and go free but its dangerous around here
in the mk-ultra homeland security world we have allowed to fester and swarm here while we were busy watching the manchurian candidate brain-washed under-aged children dance naked before us so psuedo-seductively
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
Stars
The angels came
(the story)
Read
••
We wander down uncharted roads
••
Not really roads just imaginary
Fantacies in which we find something
We may call LOVE
••
Doomed
••
Stars
Revealing reality of deep feelings
••
Dressed in simple rags she walks pure hills and kisses
Wind and sun
And sees you everywhere
Everyone
••
We are frozen without courage
Only dying
••
Stars
Angels tell of the way thru the prison to the hills
••
We ***** we paw for gold
We pan for feelings by mutilating each other's bodies
••
Stars
Point to the map reveals our Heart
••
We live heartlessly
Groping and pawing
Destroying
Bodies
••
Strength
What you had until you succumbed
To the lies you told
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
soft!
the danse begineth!
all the creatures!
the sham existences made
to seem so real
that the true people have fled!
the danse begineth!
soft!
reality
is on the precipe
and is soon gone!
the true people !
will they returneth!
from out of our meaningless fantacies!
will you and i
ever emerge
from the danse macabre
of our times?
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Hurt
••
(Possibly)
•
We scan our inner mind
We wonder about wondering
We wonder at the brazen impunity
Of the evil done
••
Hurt?
••
Dead child here
Dead child there
dead ***** in our underwear
••
I LOVE YOU ANGELINA JOLIE!
••
Obama mama!
Obama mama!
Obama mama!
Obama-.(he)-care
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AND OTHER FANTACIES
••
In free moments I see you everywhere!
Creating visions born from love and gentle prosperity
As if it all was real
And we were real
And really here
••
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Names written in sand or flayed and mutilated flesh
••
I LOVE YOU
••
Hurt
--
In a moment free we live
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
You attract my curiousities...
but what about the realer me...
you show me possiblities....
but not enough to capture me...
please dont take this literally...
Im just speaking momentarily...
because I've seen some prophecies...
looking through my fantacies...
If you could only see...
what they are tellin me...
Things I thought could never be...
the deeper you start loving me....
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
wake up from my lucid dream
dont remember the world as ive seen
suicidal thoughts to false fantacies
cant face the facts, lost all touch with realities
exploding darkness comming through the seems
pick me up in the middle of my dream
carry me far, and set me free, into a land of no society
too late, there goes my mind, cant think ive lost all time
a flash of light im feelin fine,ive got my head, im back on line
in the distance i see a glow
dont move too fast so take it slow
loose all thought and let it go
drifting deep into bliss
cant think whats better than this
i know its over with the mornings soft sweet kiss
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
she speaks
"aint it all
too true?"
she weeps
"where are you?"
what'll you say boy
when talking's done?
what'll you do, girl
when you awake
from ****** insanity?
the lessons are done
the test day's come
she speaks
"ya shudda been listening
long ago"
we awake
from ****** fantacies
of peace
we walk the road
we try to complete
the journey
always
right before our face
hopin
it
aint
too late
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
and the longings of the day
the preferred fantacies
the myth that total destruction
never comes
while it is all around
and that the numb dumb
stories we weave
unto the fabric of insanity
have killed the God
and so we are free
to be as disgusting
as we want
(in a dead world)
and then again
what?...what then again?
love , you say?
LOVE?
to start all over again
why talk of pure water unless you are pure
or love of country...do you dare love anyone?
to stand unarmed is to be armed-complete
you win the game if you refuse to compete
if you aint on your feet
i guess you're on your knees
she smiled bravely
she asked my name
we went to the mountain
you know the one
are you angry?
that's a start
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
no use in trying to explain a thing
(it is ALL so very obvious)
die if you want
i cant do a thing
why am i wasting time trying?
---
hello
poetry and song and free
people
who
know to live is to fight is to love
forever
and we are the people of the world
the world
__
i give you up
die if you want to
in a pile of stinking flesh if you want to
in a pile of dead dreams
in a pile of your childhood fantacies
looking like suffering children
if you want to
--
free
i give it up
your stupid life
is yours
die in peace
--
hello
poetry and song and free
people
who
know to live is to fight is to love
forever
and we are the people of the world
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
Fantacies vs Reality
Reality ***** at times
I'd rather deal
with the truth
Than live
In a fantasy world.
If there was a way
To make my fantasies real
I'd have found it
By now.
I decide
To live
In my reality
Make it the best ever
That it can make someone
Believe
In making their fantacy
A reality
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
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I walk along the breasted path
The flesh filled dream the swarthy skin
I love the dance of innocence
The dark red eyes
The knife scarred face
////
The neon stars above the beach
The gentle moans of lovers still
Call to me to be among
The *** soaked smell of pumping hips
////
To see again those drug glazed eyes !
To hear of dreams and fantacies
A day not at the factory
A night not at the prison wall
////
Oh my love ! Now ! We meet !
Your perfect form Your open mouth
An escape from living hell
Is your aura's holy spell
//
A moment here between the time
Of rebirth's song and urgent death
Your heaving ******* your swarthy skin
The fleshly dream of innocence
The dark red eyes
The knife scarred face
The way you moan as you pump your hips
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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The last of the lost sons
Has joined the military and has gone to war
•
Little child in rags she wanders
( but it's only a Back girl )
•
We spin the greatest fantacies
/// ///
In the jaws of the Great White Shark
///
We say I LOVE YOU !
and wait to be *****
•
Death is everywhere
//
So we pretend we are looking for each other
In the dark recesses of Oblivion
••
The swift wind comes and rips away the facade
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The slow pain lingers
The gentle healers remain
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
,
Baby Love !
( soon soon ! )
YE
Really
Gonna be lonely
//
Baby.
oh
Baby
You got to REALLY Love
Real. Soon
///
All your romances
Maybe it seems
To
You
To make good poetry
Soon Soon
You'll see it didn't really matter none
//
We be needing
A more deeper love
)(
Jealousy
Got nothin to do with love
Just your fantacies
•
The very life of humanity
That's what is at stake
((
Baby Love
Your life is a sacred precious story
I wonder what it's gonna say !
HOPE IT SAYS YOU LOVED
AS I LOVED YOU
( DEARLY )
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
.
( Ya dumb **** ! )
•
Ah
Such is love
Here on the prairie !
••
____it takes a lotta a pain to make a girl into one of these semi dead
Narcissistic
Hunks of mutilation
Throbbing ***** fantacies
And generally speaking
OBESE MORONIC ADDICTS
OF ONE KIND OR ANOTHER ____
( dedication in a way )
That we sense are everywhere
••
People like you & me
( the common man )
•
We are a long way from the revolution !
•
Sipping our wine
""""
Gentrifying the **** outta the neighborhood !
""""""
So freely we become slave
::
To oh so many things
X
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
I satisfy my self with happines
I satisfy my self with pleasures
I satisfy my self with fantacies
Later then i realize
I fill my self with
EMPTYNESS
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Older and older
The clock ticks
Fewer and fewer
The men pick
The games
I use to play
Are now fantacies
I dream of today
Older and wiser
Perhaps
Now I take
Sunday Naps
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC