"fornications" poems
You come in late, wiping your lips.
What did I leave untouched on the doorstep---
White Nike,
Streaming between my walls?
Smilingly, blue lightning
Assumes, like a meathook, the burden of his parts.
The police love you, you confess everything.
Bright hair, shoe-black, old plastic,
Is my life so intriguing?
Is it for this you widen your eye-rings?
Is it for this the air motes depart?
They rae not air motes, they are corpuscles.
Open your handbag. What is that bad smell?
It is your knitting, busily
Hooking itself to itself,
It is your sticky candies.
I have your head on my wall.
Navel cords, blue-red and lucent,
Shriek from my belly like arrows, and these I ride.
O moon-glow, o sick one,
The stolen horses, the fornications
Circle a womb of marble.
Where are you going
That you **** breath like mileage?
Sulfurous adulteries grieve in a dream.
Cold glass, how you insert yourself
Between myself and myself.
I scratch like a cat.
The blood that runs is dark fruit---
An effect, a cosmetic.
You smile.
No, it is not fatal.
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I am going to **** you American!
You are not a piece of ****
Your *********** and fornications
won't be something that is never found
in Allah's lands!
Infidel with your luxorius hair
and smooth silken skin,
exposed flesh and temptations,
you are **** and beautiful
aren't you,
a prime canidate for a stoning?
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 6:53 AM UTC
Satanic anthems are bold, as they carry their message across undefined boundaries where infinity spreads her wanton features across the generations of history.
Boston reminds me of my historical roots, where Anglican tragedy submits her fornications in submissive rebellion.
With this in mind, let us use our fallible wills to travel together, across astral vistas where timeless plantations of hallucinogenic acceptance join hands around the mistress of the dark and her tantalising secretions.
Can we please communicate into the depths of the dawn in our debaucheries?
Feel the rhythm of unspeakable energies, as the pulse ripples through your eternal lusts.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Gargoyles surround our city of masonry genius and a haunting practicality is displayed in its omen simplicity.
We know that fairgrounds can be fountains of doom – obscure environments where innocence may collide with strategic and predatory wiles.
So we must ring the bells in the high towers and allow the town-crier to proclaim his message without hindrance, from ancient waterspouts.
Close the gates of the country manor and focus upon the sophistication of the dance, where captivating etiquette conceals her heartfelt fornications. Will you approach and indulge yourself of that which is available? Come on. You know that you want to.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
The finesse of the grand piano captures a certain acceptance of historical bereavement and resonating relief. The paradox of the saxophone is like the stillness of a winter morning where the deer stares into the steamy eyes of humanity with traumatic gaze.
Now, something has just occurred, my connected soul-mate of universal relativity. We have dominant chords and major scales, and we aren’t even puppets or fish.
Visualise the wheat as it sways in the gentle breeze, whilst the rusty pick-up truck races down the gravel roads of Southern enticement.
My porch creaks as the chair of astral projection casually rocks her sincerity back and forth in epistemological fornications.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
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Ornate mendacity lurid vauntness transition icon yenta genuflection despicable plenipotentiary jaunt rendition blatant eulogy zygosity subliminal unbridled holistic nimiety wrangle asperity kinetics xanadu conjunctive quixotic fictitious
Opulence moribund licentious vector tellurian ichor yerk glitch deplorable pandemic jurisprudence rectitude brusque edifice zoic suborn uncanny homogeny nihilism wrest acuity kleptomania xylem conjugational quagmire fornications
Ostensive morsel longevous venery terrestrial ictus yoni gestational denigrational plagiaristic jettison recital belligerent extemporaneous Zephyr substantiation unfathomable huckster notorious wrought agility Kobold xylophagous coercion quintessence faux pas
Ordinate meticulous loquacity verve tantamount incus yore genre denouement portentous jeopardy radix bodacious exacerbational zilch subtlety usurping horizon nostrum wroth articulation kowtow xerophilous critique quantum flamboyance
Odious meatus lingam volition telepathy –ics yowl gesticulation douceur potentate jocular repartee bartizan exigency zoomorphic solace ultimatum hornswoggle notch wreak autonomy kangaroo court xenophile credibility quasi flippant
Ornery motivity lucidity votary talismanically idolatry yogi gimpy dastardly paltry jouncy ramify beastly enmity zoolatry sultry unity ***** nugatory wrathy artistry keeky xylography critically queasy flighty
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
The misty Bulgarian wilderness can be heard in the howling winds, when the curtains of the night are drawn to an ****** and violent anticipation.
Damp and ancient stones are impetuous as the rusted Iron Gate releases the scent of a gothic funeral pyre.
So, visit your loved ones and acknowledge those succulent orifices of the earth.
I love Lilith, because she is Slavic in her secreted spirituality; and I love her rabid fornications inside those forbidden walls.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
dissonant is what it was.
that foreverness of din.
criminal—
aloft, eluding some captive way
of emphasis.
scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.
truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
stray coins in the keep.
dissonance is what it still is.
there's a slow moon over the aubade
over the culled garden.
over the cloverleaf curve
in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
caterwauling noises flailing
belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
of the same axiom, equation,
salt, crossovers.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
when the dump becomes the battle ground
and the billionaires dress in blue jeans
****
when the slimey lawyers pretend to know a thing
****
when manure men call themselves
your leaders
****
your stupidity is sickening
DIE
your inane fornications
your assinine fornications
your false and misleading
fornications
SICK
the dump is the battleground
you watch television
**** and DIE
**** and DIE
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
There is fulfilment within the emptiness of a generational façade, where flat keys depict a winter scene, upon which sleep is characterised by haunting screams of enragement.
Stringed instruments have the power to convey a deep sense of loss, and I have not yet gone anywhere.
Forgive me for asking: Are you a victim of secrecy, where illicit fornications abound beyond the parameters of Ashtoreth?
I accept the resolution of this enigma, whilst standing on the inside of the circle.
It truly is an artistic prowess of elegant hatred.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?
Wherein creation dumbs down!!!
To mammal inferiors!!!
For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!
Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!
Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?
Sister and brother!!
Hath thou forgotten thy kin?
For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!
Is it thee that shalt win?
Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!
Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and ***********
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!
For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children
Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
(Secret lovers) By meself.. secret devotions, titled emotion sweeps the dusted lands.. Secrets turned to openness,false lovers have strong demands. Fashion glasses and technology to hide the child inner face, the inner place is no longer in their hearts, yet their pocket books. Unswept crannies and nooks to unmask young romancers graves, where if you turn the page your conquest would not be seen..Two lovers one dream can they entrust all to eachother, sister and brother how thyselves you soon forgot.. The kettled *** boils to free those worldly slaves, where none behave. For god calls us all to an enlightening where the invitings for you and me not them..Forget your soo called friends for they make you stools of what was, all because fake words turned reality..For they believe as they please, their hearts are lusted, theyve spoiled their seed.. Open your eyes new age 60s generation, where **** and *********** are now your wicked god..You fashionistas you comfortable slobs...How lost you have become in fornications, where the world is your heaven, your divided nations are bound to fall sometime soon....
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Pupils that were once constricted are not prohibited from running backwards towards the beginning of the end, where it is possible to rediscover the pathway which leads in a forward direction.
Have you ever received new shoes and permitted your attention to be captivated by the end of a desirable carriage as she meanders her way into the distance of nostalgic regret and bypassed opportunity?
How resentfully blissful is the reality of fantasy as she unfolds her callous plots and recommendations in the face of embryonic visions of legitimacy.
Let us take heed to our every step, as the clock mechanically communicates her loud reminders of presumption.
Incense may or may not have burned in our walls with glowing prohibition, whilst sorcery lays bare her blatant fornications.
As we engage in this dichotomous game of chess, let us now discuss the outcome, my toxic companion of allegiance.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Thinking on your bad behaviours
(Singing songs, singing songs)
Playing on your fornications
(thinking long, thinking long)
And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry with you
Eating with your friendly gestures
(holding hands, holding hands
Nothing holding them together
(goodbye friends, goodbye friend)
And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry to you
Woman your eyes are purple
(Starlight blaze, starlight blaze)
Lady your hands are wrinkled
(“no-where days”, “no-where days”)
And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry with you
Watch them as they go in circles
(crack of dawn, crack of dawn)
Reading their instruction manuals
(Men or fawns, men of fawns)
And I will lie to you,
And I won’t cry with you.
Perfect people chained and linked,
(Broken heart, broken heart)
happy words clearly inked
(smiling men, smiling men)
And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry with you
Rainbow dribble speaking stutter
(no more rain, no more rain)
Sun-shining, papillon's gutter
wing beat gone, wing beat gone
And I will lie to you,
And I won’t cry with you.
Playing on your fornications
(thinking long, thinking long)
Thinking on your bad behaviours.
(Singing songs, singing songs)
[I won’t cry with you]
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
.
.
We walk amid the ...... (?)
say (?)
What is it happening ?
Who do I ask about
The sleepy fornications
The silent *********** of pain
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We are so good !
::
Why are we so death shrouded ?
What god are we serving ?
What god have we betrayed ?
Such inane masturbations of professed love !
Poetic gruntings of pigs !
)(
She my love .... We
Walk amid ........ (?)
Mad children
Serial rapists
And you my friend
.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Short conversations
Little destinations
Eye contact locked in distractions
Filled with judgement and distinctions
There are others thinking of competitions
The rest of them are empty spaced but enough room for fornications
You can see them, hear them, their hidden intentions
Body language is the best choice of communication in these interactions
But it ends disastrous and you can't find a solution
Then it starts to become a sudden revelation
They are lost and you are damaged, but is that going to be your conclusion?
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC