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Corkey Hawley Jul 2010
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
A little tension release 4 me, hope U enjoyed da ride, *** again, Doc
Jeffrey Robin May 2016
.



( 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


•••••+•••••

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

"""•"""

She

Was a cute kid


Now she's dead

A 12 year old

Dead terrorist

|||

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
:

.
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
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
jeffrey robin Nov 2013
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
jeffrey robin Aug 2010
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?
jeffrey robin Nov 2013
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

••

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

••

••

Names written in sand or flayed and mutilated flesh

••

I LOVE YOU

••

Hurt

--

In  a moment free we live
Logan Moore Oct 2010
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
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2013
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....
jeffrey robin Nov 2010
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
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
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
jeffrey robin Oct 2010
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
jeffrey robin Sep 2014
///  • |                      
<>                      

////
///
//
/



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
Little Bird Jul 2014
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
#justthoughtsinmyhead
jeffrey robin Dec 2014
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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

//////

The slow pain lingers

The gentle healers remain
jeffrey robin Sep 2015
,



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 )
CJ Sutherland Sep 2017
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
I wrote this 15 years ago
Jeffrey Robin Sep 2016
.



                                         ( 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
Junche Jul 2018
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
Jeffrey Robin Sep 2016
.



. We gather together




//




We come to pure nature

We need a reminder

Of just what is real

And the truth of it all


/:::/

We are such fragile beings

Because

It teaches us to be gentle


And to be strong



<^>



We are not naive


We know the fabric of AMERICA  has been destroyed

We know of the wars to come

We know our dreams are but fantacies

••

And so we are here

We come to the sea

We come to the heart of creation


We come to
Be together


We come to
Make decisions

We come to create


A NEW WORLD


X
Jeffrey Robin Jun 2016
.

--- _ ---

0            0

===


)

she

)

The pulse

The heart

The heavens

(         ( we can see it clearly now )          )

)(

HAVE YOU ACTUALLY EVER REALLY KNOWN

A FREE MAN (?)

)?(

We wander the world by surfing thru DISH

we make love only in fantacies

••


In AMERICA

1/2 of all 25 year olds are living

In the same room NOW that they lived in

When they were 15 !!


)(

But yer gonna go fight the commies for your

Corporate owners

To whom you are ALL slaves !

)(

YOU ARE NOT DEPRESSED BECAUSE SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOU !


You are depressed cause the world is *******

Depressive !

••

You and your ******* broken heart !!!

BORING   !

"""

like bit part actors in a silly film we mull around the set

Muttering inane ***** references to our private parts

while looking at starving children thru locked gates

)(

BUT !!!


WE ARE COMPLETELY NUMB TO ALL

REALITY !

;:;

There is too much pain

)(


We cannot even say

I LOVE YOU

without choking and falling down

//

(( we call ourselves poets ))


I don't know why


.
Priya Oct 2018
There's a reason why people can't forget their first love
It may be millions of reasons, not just one.
It may be because of the innocence in the soul
The first song that reminds them of their togetherness
The hard breathing between each other;
The time spent apart killing them:
Just waiting for a time to snoop out to see each other;
The longingness of waiting on a bench of a park or beach;
The crazy ideas they discuss what they could do with their future;
The thoughts of being together in a different world;
The little things shared with each other;
The smiles in the middle of your work or studies;
The comments from friends on their blushing;
Gifts planning on their special days;
Believing that the fantacies, fairy tales come true to life;
Praying all the gods to get to hold hands in public.
Long night phone calls, cute messages, pounding heart on the replies;
The truth of missing the first love comes out.
In a point where you hear the "our" song;
Even after finding one true love, the first love reminds a scar;
A scar with beautiful memories and little sadness;
It's a tatoo for those who hold hands forever.
But a painless scar for those who never get together;
First loves reminds a unforgettable memory. Even though people don't actually find their true love most of the time in tgeir first love.
Kartikay sangal May 2020
I got some of my way
Who knows where the destinations are
Feelings became fantacies with million scars
Your voices become favourate melody of my heart
I don't deserve still i say
Can't we just give us one more start

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