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"hungered" poems
I too... wake up sometimes longing to touch you to taste tease tempt and excite you I want to wake you up with soft lingering kisses and tender rhythmic touches I want to slide my tongue deeply within you playfully persistent until your back arches and your breath catches I want your spirit to soar... before your eyes are even open I want to give to you the passion joy and love that you have hungered for... I want you to begin each day... fulfilled.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Fulfilled...
Human directives, veracities unverified   Bellies belching with anger, murderers Udders dripping hate, foundling banters Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink Tear motions and debates of inequality My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield Emergency alarms sirens from 2003 The indefinite complications and hunger A land of the displaced, starving nomads Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws Inhumane human interrogations persists A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve Force-feeding, torturous measures applied All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed A Rwanda slain in divide and rule Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves Machetes slashing necks and hands A lust of power, a genocide slaughter The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch Autocratic regime boring divisions Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill Indifference pooled in pits and camps The institutional social indoctrination The honor and killing to expose shame The violation and dishonor of moral fabric For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit Confessional secrets of only what lays within A torment watching witnesses, all dangling Marxists calls ships to stow ashore Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit Invalid contracts awaits signatures The white immigrants to be enslaved All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor Wage packages taken to pay for freedom Humans bought and sold to be owned Slaves yorked and counted as assets Bounded to serve plantations and homes A human, non human, a chattel, a slave A debt ******* offended and ***** Untamed and made to obey a master A falling global strings unturned Tunes strumming hate, war and pain Human trafficking, violence, inequality Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists Commercialism, zero hour contracts For if we have no rights, I have none For if we have no peace I have none
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
Cruel Inhumane Autocracies
Human directives, veracities unverified   Bellies belching with anger, murderers Udders dripping hate, foundling banters Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink Tear motions and debates of inequality My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield Emergency alarms sirens from 2003 The indefinite complications and hunger A land of the displaced, starving nomads Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws Inhumane human interrogations persists A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve Force-feeding, torturous measures applied All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed A Rwanda slain in divide and rule Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves Machetes slashing necks and hands A lust of power, a genocide slaughter The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch Autocratic regime boring divisions Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill Indifference pooled in pits and camps The institutional social indoctrination The honor and killing to expose shame The violation and dishonor of moral fabric For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit Confessional secrets of only what lays within A torment watching witnesses, all dangling Marxists calls ships to stow ashore Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit Invalid contracts awaits signatures The white immigrants to be enslaved All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor Wage packages taken to pay for freedom Humans bought and sold to be owned Slaves yorked and counted as assets Bounded to serve plantations and homes A human, non human, a chattel, a slave A debt ******* offended and ***** Untamed and made to obey a master A falling global strings unturned Tunes strumming hate, war and pain Human trafficking, violence, inequality Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists Commercialism, zero hour contracts For if we have no rights, I have none For if we have no peace I have none
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She stands where the river blows her hair wild no youth and no favor for her no hands to clean the salt licks on her skin her palms are dreams wrinkled dry yet craving an offer. You come from a distant land, she says, heavens bless you. I got no small change, I respond, my mind drifts to ponder, a small change, I need that too, always hungered for and faltered through like I missed the vessel narrowly to be on the river's other side. Maybe when I come back, I turn toward her. She was gone.
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Small Change
I remember that placid night... Sitting in my room alone. Something inside me was filled with fright, Knowing that there was no one to phone. And I suddenly hungered, ached, desired— That animalistic feeling, That urge left unhindered— That lustful tingling. A lust I lusted after, But to no avail. My lonely heart started beating faster, But all I could do was wait and wail. I felt choked up, Stifled beyond belief. I felt like I had dealt with enough, And I needed to help my soul breathe. A lust I had lusted after, Longing for that forgotten feeling. But my hopes were useless chatter, No one could hear my silent pleading. I felt so very hopeful— Hopeful and excited. But I was left feeling wistful, With my lust uninvited.
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
Longing
# ***As passion surrounds me in the dark Hearts ignited into a spark. Tongues mate, a ritual dance Lost in a bliss without a chance The gentle caress upon my face Tingling sensations grow with the trace In a frenzy of kisses long denied Hungered passion can no longer hide. Within this depth we are deeply drawn As sensual desires begin to spawn Night passion is lost in endless time As I become drunk on your sensual wine. Tender kisses placed upon my skin No fighting desires that I can't win My soul and heart fly as you caress Slowly, slowly as we undress Heat deepens into our senses Passion tearing ... into our defenses Your kissing lips move upon my leg Sending silent urges ... as I beg Longing boils and starts to crest As we glide into our ****** quest. While we lay our bodies intertwine Intoxicating me ... your sensual wine. Trembles quake, ecstasy takes control Whimpers escape my lips, as you caress my soul. Desire drips, sweat runs down your back Drawn into passion as our souls attack Slowing from our quicken pace Gentle kisses rain upon my face A blissful aftermath, I’m lost in time From being drunk on our sensual wine.*** #
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
Drunk
They called it a May December relationship He was the May, she was the December 20 years was the difference And no one could see why What do you see in her they asked him? But they didn’t know How her intelligence captivated him How her beauty overtook him, how her sexuality enthralled him What do you see in him they asked her? But they didn’t know How she grew weak in the knees When he walked up behind her and whispered in her in ear They didn’t understand How she and he hungered for each other His energy boundless Her passion endless They didn’t understand How well he took care of her And how well she took care of him In every was possible They called it a May December relationship And they liked to judge But she knew she loved him, and he knew he loved her And always they continued as one
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 12:10 PM UTC
May December
*Hungered for a taste   of your elixir's essence, drunken inhalations    of your poetry a splendiferous whirl  of time & space 'tween darkly scented moons     and sun's adoration, blithe starry nights amidst meditative new dawn's effervesce,  spirited of the heart, gleaned in the soul, yearnings of another   chapter's paradise universal experiences etched of hourglass sand,  written upon endlessly     chimerical verses wildflower gardens drenched     of dandelion's plum wine swooning under a hypnotic scripted spell, intoxicating power of unchained symphonies dancing amongst skies' released euphoria  resonating in a song's    reprised melodies, breathlessness of delirium's   celestial pauses   in vaporous breezes'   unfurling undulation, captivated by rhythmic   destiny reverberating in      loins' pleasurable calling   quenched of sacred      offering's quell transcending earthly    persuasions' rhyme, let me lick the nectar from    your  poesy's  insatiable  lips, sweet mercy's healing    captured in rapturous    surrender's reawakening ~* *Je veux que vous tous, tu me manques* Ce que vous manquez de moi?
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Je te veux (sensual)
I have hungered to be filled, satiated down to the very fiber of my being. Am I crazy to crave food with such carnal intensity?  Expecting chocolate sugary goodness to satisfy the soul's hunger underneath my physical craving. But not everything has to be about God, does it?  Sometimes, I just want to savor the rich decadence of dark chocolate mingled the burning fire of a chili pepper. Am I coveting?  Am I being sinful to be too material and sensual?  God **** it!  I bet God loves taking a slow bite of chocolate. I keep dividing the world into material and spiritual.   Maybe that's why I'm so hungry?
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
HUNGER
I met you in the time between embers and aries when the sky darkens early and the leaves decide to depart from branches when the cold grey dreary fuels me emphatically and the cold crispness reminds me I am so delightfully alive In those fiery red orange embers to the grey bleak aries was I thus enflamed and envigorated by you When I met you in that time between embers and aries and we traded soft whispers and heated glances, salacious banter and satisfied stares in that time between embers and aries where I hungered for all of you exuding avaricious energy to slake myself with your scent and delight in the way my fingers dance through your hair and revel in the way I trace my desire across your skin my embers and aries are stained with you
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 5:14 AM UTC
between embers and aries
budding thoughts of newer days on post-its everywhere each behold a simple life that should be made to bear tiny futures made of ink that whistle under hands wait until they’re asked to speak as more the world demands if every human from the earth fulfilled their ecstasy then nothing would be hungered for and none would cease to be we’ll search the journals and the notes if we can do a thing for those who can’t or those who won’t to live under a wing to wish is but to live or die and you’ve been last to know the nights are cold and days are dry so write them as you go
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Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
tiny futures
lord they say of that home overhead is beauty rapturous but the interred holler a song showing gold to be lead for his might is rancorous thought that allure captures still for when have the greedy had their fill not in this life not in the next for the fearful are still afraid and will be still, when down they're laid despite their fight the sickly go too for all their bated breaths could not help in their deaths that fed the soil what hungered so going silently into that goodnight
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Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
Dublin Blues
on the day our eyes match the colour of a hedgehog-sky released into the ether, will be.. 100 balloons waiting to pop when these balloons have floated and decide to come down that's the crucial-time when you'll grow aware of what is to be :) the mood of two rainbows will melt into liquid-crayola invertase-lakes while we find so many nectar-filled spots to sate our hungered-bods and I'll take that open-honey in me and feed you from my mouth as you reach forward so easily and make me pliant to your will S T - 29 nov 13
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
100 balloons
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes— We come to look with gratitude For the appointed Beam It deal us—stated as our food— And hungered for—the same— We learn to know the Planks— That answer to Our feet— So miserable a sound—at first— Nor ever now—so sweet— As plashing in the Pools— When Memory was a Boy— But a Demurer Circuit— A Geometric Joy— The Posture of the Key That interrupt the Day To Our Endeavor—Not so real The Check of Liberty— As this Phantasm Steel— Whose features—Day and Night— Are present to us—as Our Own— And as escapeless—quite— The narrow Round—the Stint— The slow exchange of Hope— For something passiver—Content Too steep for lookinp up— The Liberty we knew Avoided—like a Dream— Too wide for any Night but Heaven— If That—indeed—redeem—
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A Prison gets to be a friend
IN THE POOL OF THE LOST MAIDEN SONG                 1 Down in the shrouded wood a wanderer walks And dreams the dreamers story he has lived. Sidled by the stream that sheds blue waters By the beds, trailing the rail of loves unknown Kiss and a voice that conjures truest bliss, Down in the drink where sweet Ophelia sleeps; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the dreamer, he is dreaming . . . Hair, that ropes the stoic man upon his mount. Hair, making souls’ lost ending breath a shout, And hair that weighs the wind, teaches it to sing; Hair, wending whirlpools waving fools to dive in.                 2 Lost at land’s end the sea lions, washed-up, wail And buzzards coast where eagles flail, rip tides Assail and chop the collected bones they drop; It is a chalky bone-yard break, golden escarpments Wake and a seamen’s salty sermons shake; Where gathering ghosts glom and chide steeping, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the seeker, he is seeking . . . Eyes that turn the sands and are mirrors, Eyes that taught the books of Alexandria, Eyes that shook the flesh and are seers, Eyes that lit the pyres, burned true believers.                 3 Deep in the dark wood the waters rush, hush, Cramp, crew and creep, melodiously tread, Trammel, and burn as furies in keeping true The melting moon, the onerous owl, fluttering Things, muttering wings, cones in darkness Flings and filmy time flicks by the wayside; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the lover, he is longing . . . Love, lithe and lyric, he sees your sweeping shapes. Peace, parsed and pained he hears the voicing gape. Blind, bliss’d and shamed he wears the votive drapes. Hungered, thirsted and gone; seeks your pearly gate.                 4 Out in the forest maze the jarring sun seeps And swirls, only to roust the traveler onward Where soon he must meet the faces in the grotto Down in destroyed lands by the seas’ unreasoning Chime, deep in the dark whine of the shining mermaids, Where the doomed cry, round the navel of the world, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the doomed, they are crying . . . ****** beauty bade us, in a star crossed chrysalis, Made us, choose a desert’s winter of loneliness. Heed our fate and leave this valley torn of bliss; The many millions of locust fall in ripest fields.”
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
In the Pool of the Lost Maiden Song
IN THE POOL OF THE LOST MAIDEN SONG                 1 Down in the shrouded wood a wanderer walks And dreams the dreamers story he has lived. Sidled by the stream that sheds blue waters By the beds, trailing the rail of loves unknown Kiss and a voice that conjures truest bliss, Down in the drink where sweet Ophelia sleeps; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the dreamer, he is dreaming . . . Hair, that ropes the stoic man upon his mount. Hair, making souls’ lost ending breath a shout, And hair that weighs the wind, teaches it to sing; Hair, wending whirlpools waving fools to dive in.                 2 Lost at land’s end the sea lions, washed-up, wail And buzzards coast where eagles flail, rip tides Assail and chop the collected bones they drop; It is a chalky bone-yard break, golden escarpments Wake and a seamen’s salty sermons shake; Where gathering ghosts glom and chide steeping, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the seeker, he is seeking . . . Eyes that turn the sands and are mirrors, Eyes that taught the books of Alexandria, Eyes that shook the flesh and are seers, Eyes that lit the pyres, burned true believers.                 3 Deep in the dark wood the waters rush, hush, Cramp, crew and creep, melodiously tread, Trammel, and burn as furies in keeping true The melting moon, the onerous owl, fluttering Things, muttering wings, cones in darkness Flings and filmy time flicks by the wayside; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the lover, he is longing . . . Love, lithe and lyric, he sees your sweeping shapes. Peace, parsed and pained he hears the voicing gape. Blind, bliss’d and shamed he wears the votive drapes. Hungered, thirsted and gone; seeks your pearly gate.                 4 Out in the forest maze the jarring sun seeps And swirls, only to roust the traveler onward Where soon he must meet the faces in the grotto Down in destroyed lands by the seas’ unreasoning Chime, deep in the dark whine of the shining mermaids, Where the doomed cry, round the navel of the world, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the doomed, they are crying . . . ****** beauty bade us, in a star crossed chrysalis, Made us, choose a desert’s winter of loneliness. Heed our fate and leave this valley torn of bliss; The many millions of locust fall in ripest fields.”
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There's an ineffable urge to sidle up against masculinity; to allow his mercurial fervor to unleash these lascivious outbursts of lust that dwell inside the depths of my soul, ravishing him with hungered passion; tasting each sinewy muscle pulsing with flickers of want, like a savored sweet chocolate truffle, indulging slowly in every part I can entwine as he shudders with each lick I inflict lingering in his aftertaste....
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
Truffles
Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards Rolling and filling; syncopating the noise Of the tit-less toys The dick-less boys Enraptured in the music The anthem Of invidious phantoms My eyes hurt inside and I want to pull them out and Scrape out the gunk and rust that’s behind my self-indulgent perseverance so I can cry for the first time in years… Wrapping my hands around his slender torso Licking away the paint, the dripping ooze; more so Than hastening my ****** and mordant urges To bite what emerges And my mouth purges The obelisk from underneath The iron-pierced jester The voracious molester My hand tightens as I grip his throat tighter and I want to squeeze until his eyes pop from his sockets and laugh until I puke against the walls, watching the ****** fluids mix like an execrable marinara sauce… I turned thirty while still being sixteen The vivid beauty of the world was only in dreams But none of mine, none that I can recall Many years have passed since I took the oral fall Where no one saw Intransigent need to live For the snake in my veins hungered for more So many had their way until I was limp and sore. Defamatory fingers of mire and strife Probing and stretching My insides And devilishly comforting With limpid ambrosia That’s infected by bilious worms and maggots covered in icing And fruit Amatory gauntlets fastened and secured over Handless limbs that retract under matriculated frictions That fracture, crack, morph, distort Emphasize, marginalize Rationalize, desensitize Acts of *********** evasion, moral drainage; Pieces, bits, chunks, sections, portions, servings; Arms, legs, eyes, tongues, fingers, toes, Love, lust, infatuation Adoration Boys, girls, women, men, Angels, demons, monsters, humans Creators, gods, titans, divas All extended and limited from the minds that worship Sanctify, mesmerize, glorify, rectify While humans eat more, love more, **** more Than the angels, demons, monsters, and titans We ponder and cherish Nevermore, for me Ever lore, for all Crows surround And chaos found.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
Anatomical Pieces, Didactic love
Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards Rolling and filling; syncopating the noise Of the tit-less toys The dick-less boys Enraptured in the music The anthem Of invidious phantoms My eyes hurt inside and I want to pull them out and Scrape out the gunk and rust that’s behind my self-indulgent perseverance so I can cry for the first time in years… Wrapping my hands around his slender torso Licking away the paint, the dripping ooze; more so Than hastening my ****** and mordant urges To bite what emerges And my mouth purges The obelisk from underneath The iron-pierced jester The voracious molester My hand tightens as I grip his throat tighter and I want to squeeze until his eyes pop from his sockets and laugh until I puke against the walls, watching the ****** fluids mix like an execrable marinara sauce… I turned thirty while still being sixteen The vivid beauty of the world was only in dreams But none of mine, none that I can recall Many years have passed since I took the oral fall Where no one saw Intransigent need to live For the snake in my veins hungered for more So many had their way until I was limp and sore. Defamatory fingers of mire and strife Probing and stretching My insides And devilishly comforting With limpid ambrosia That’s infected by bilious worms and maggots covered in icing And fruit Amatory gauntlets fastened and secured over Handless limbs that retract under matriculated frictions That fracture, crack, morph, distort Emphasize, marginalize Rationalize, desensitize Acts of *********** evasion, moral drainage; Pieces, bits, chunks, sections, portions, servings; Arms, legs, eyes, tongues, fingers, toes, Love, lust, infatuation Adoration Boys, girls, women, men, Angels, demons, monsters, humans Creators, gods, titans, divas All extended and limited from the minds that worship Sanctify, mesmerize, glorify, rectify While humans eat more, love more, **** more Than the angels, demons, monsters, and titans We ponder and cherish Nevermore, for me Ever lore, for all Crows surround And chaos found.
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A cider and a minder Passing time as a reminder Pink glow and songs flow A waxy time erodes the mow Renegades and perspiration responds Swimming in winded seas of  Jordan Heated in space, evicted in their pace Libido fails as the liquor dilutes in taste Catch an esse as the moonlight smite Hold another to fake a romantic right Filter to the cards of ace as the one winks Emotive intruders farm in fields of pastures Imbued with alcoholic waterfalls Molehills of termites condense lose soil A lack of connection a taunt that apes Future anthems triumph in hungered strums Amused by the music erupting volcanoes A morrow blows as the candle slows To tow the tall grassed disused straw A spring to summer that promises sun rays A resolve to moderation to preserve modesty A kiss stored forever peeping the awing stars To guard a heart and hatch uniformity Trembles justly forgotten in termed premises
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
A Cider My Minder
the gray grasses sang sweet songs, without even a breeze to move them the coyote howls were marrow yellow, crimson, as their sour colors sifted into the night lightning streaked my charcoal sky, and I could taste it, a salted butter that tickled the throat on the way down, the sonic booms it hatched smelled of baked bread, and I hungered for more   then a white owl spoke to me, but I did not hear it call my name no, not mine--though its hoots formed ice, chunks which pummeled me, froze me to the bone
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
midnight, on the ranch
She was a girl full of dreams, affectionate, adoring, easy to please, a full life ahead, so it seems.... Living and laughing, dancing a dream, loving life, to its means. sixteen and beautiful full of passion and grace, she hungered for the day she could take her place. Hopes and dreams of a full life ahead, she saw it coming she never had any dread. Living and laughing, dancing a dream loving life, to its means. daytime turned to darkness joy to grief, laughter to tears with no passion or grace. Beaten and wounded youth taken away, she longed for the day she could escape this place. Protecting the ones she loved from the outcome of her fate, she pushed it deep down inside and hide it at any rate. Day’s turned to weeks weeks turned to years, she kept smiling and living but joy was replaced with fear. Longing for the one who would hold her tight, turning her darkness back into light. Living and laughing, dancing a dream Loving life to its means… ~ Copyright © All Rights Reserved ~ Stormy Angel/DMA Registered: 2015-04-20 07:08:23 UTC April is ****** Assault Awareness Month along with National Child Abuse Prevention Month the two go hand in hand. Any form of Child Abuse happens from infant age to adult age and at times carry’s beyond. If you see or feel a child is being abused in any form of any way call this National Number To Report It… 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453) or visit the web site at, Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline… http://www.childhelp.org/pages/hotline-home   Crisis Counselors Available 24/7.
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Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC
Living and Laughing, Dancing a Dream...
She was a girl full of dreams, affectionate, adoring, easy to please, a full life ahead, so it seems.... Living and laughing, dancing a dream, loving life, to its means. sixteen and beautiful full of passion and grace, she hungered for the day she could take her place. Hopes and dreams of a full life ahead, she saw it coming she never had any dread. Living and laughing, dancing a dream loving life, to its means. daytime turned to darkness joy to grief, laughter to tears with no passion or grace. Beaten and wounded youth taken away, she longed for the day she could escape this place. Protecting the ones she loved from the outcome of her fate, she pushed it deep down inside and hide it at any rate. Day’s turned to weeks weeks turned to years, she kept smiling and living but joy was replaced with fear. Longing for the one who would hold her tight, turning her darkness back into light. Living and laughing, dancing a dream Loving life to its means… ~ Copyright © All Rights Reserved ~ Stormy Angel/DMA Registered: 2015-04-20 07:08:23 UTC April is ****** Assault Awareness Month along with National Child Abuse Prevention Month the two go hand in hand. Any form of Child Abuse happens from infant age to adult age and at times carry’s beyond. If you see or feel a child is being abused in any form of any way call this National Number To Report It… 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453) or visit the web site at, Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline… http://www.childhelp.org/pages/hotline-home   Crisis Counselors Available 24/7.
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My darling dear I love you oh honey I've got it bad but no more maybe baby cuz I know that makes you mad let's sit upon the sofa seat I have something to say I bought some bread a loaf of wheat that expired yesterday and it makes me feel so needed when you tell me what to do your instructions have been heeded please don't scream luv, I hear you doll, your bossiness endears me and your rudeness I deserve and I love the way you squint and say what you looking at you perv dearest pumpkin, let me say this from the moment that we met I have hungered for our first kiss have you decided on that yet? cuz your perfume wakes my senses it alerts me that your near sweets, I have no more defenses just my quick reflexive fear! ©2012 Lyn
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
Whipped
because it was your skin and the scent upon it and the warmth i felt as i embraced your back and the way my head seemed to fit perfectly underneath your chin and upon your chest and feeling you tightly grasp the back of my head as you hungered for more than a kiss the way i think "security" must feel but you brought me home that night a couple hours later i'm not getting attached, i promised to myself i know just what this is i don't think i can play around like this because i am too emotional and you are too emotionless and we don't fit it was just our bodies, the way they moved and pressed i just can't help but wish i wish it could be more than that
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
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IN THE POOL OF THE LOST MAIDEN SONG                 1 Down in the shrouded wood a wanderer walks And dreams the dreamers story he has lived. Sidled by the stream that sheds blue waters By the beds, trailing the rail of loves unknown Kiss and a voice that conjures truest bliss, Down in the drink where sweet Ophelia sleeps; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the dreamer, he is dreaming . . . Hair, that ropes the stoic man upon his mount. Hair, making souls’ lost ending breath a shout, And hair that weighs the wind, teaches it to sing; Hair, wending whirlpools waving fools to dive in.                 2 Lost at land’s end the sea lions, washed-up, wail And buzzards coast where eagles flail, rip tides Assail and chop the collected bones they drop; It is a chalky bone-yard break, golden escarpments Wake and a seamen’s salty sermons shake; Where gathering ghosts glom and chide steeping, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the seeker, he is seeking . . . Eyes that turn the sands and are mirrors, Eyes that taught the books of Alexandria, Eyes that shook the flesh and are seers, Eyes that lit the pyres, burned true believers.                 3 Deep in the dark wood the waters rush, hush, Cramp, crew and creep, melodiously tread, Trammel, and burn as furies in keeping true The melting moon, the onerous owl, fluttering Things, muttering wings, cones in darkness Flings and filmy time flicks by the wayside; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the lover, he is longing . . . Love, lithe and lyric, he sees your sweeping shapes. Peace, parsed and pained he hears the voicing gape. Blind, bliss’d and shamed he wears the votive drapes. Hungered, thirsted and gone; seeks your pearly gate.                 4 Out in the forest maze the jarring sun seeps And swirls, only to roust the traveler onward Where soon he must meet the faces in the grotto Down in destroyed lands by the seas’ unreasoning Chime, deep in the dark whine of the shining mermaids, Where the doomed cry, round the navel of the world, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the doomed, they are crying . . . ****** beauty bade us, in a star crossed chrysalis, Made us, choose a desert’s winter of loneliness. Heed our fate and leave this valley torn of bliss; The many millions of locust fall in ripest fields.”
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
In the Pool of the Lost Maiden Song
IN THE POOL OF THE LOST MAIDEN SONG                 1 Down in the shrouded wood a wanderer walks And dreams the dreamers story he has lived. Sidled by the stream that sheds blue waters By the beds, trailing the rail of loves unknown Kiss and a voice that conjures truest bliss, Down in the drink where sweet Ophelia sleeps; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the dreamer, he is dreaming . . . Hair, that ropes the stoic man upon his mount. Hair, making souls’ lost ending breath a shout, And hair that weighs the wind, teaches it to sing; Hair, wending whirlpools waving fools to dive in.                 2 Lost at land’s end the sea lions, washed-up, wail And buzzards coast where eagles flail, rip tides Assail and chop the collected bones they drop; It is a chalky bone-yard break, golden escarpments Wake and a seamen’s salty sermons shake; Where gathering ghosts glom and chide steeping, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the seeker, he is seeking . . . Eyes that turn the sands and are mirrors, Eyes that taught the books of Alexandria, Eyes that shook the flesh and are seers, Eyes that lit the pyres, burned true believers.                 3 Deep in the dark wood the waters rush, hush, Cramp, crew and creep, melodiously tread, Trammel, and burn as furies in keeping true The melting moon, the onerous owl, fluttering Things, muttering wings, cones in darkness Flings and filmy time flicks by the wayside; In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the lover, he is longing . . . Love, lithe and lyric, he sees your sweeping shapes. Peace, parsed and pained he hears the voicing gape. Blind, bliss’d and shamed he wears the votive drapes. Hungered, thirsted and gone; seeks your pearly gate.                 4 Out in the forest maze the jarring sun seeps And swirls, only to roust the traveler onward Where soon he must meet the faces in the grotto Down in destroyed lands by the seas’ unreasoning Chime, deep in the dark whine of the shining mermaids, Where the doomed cry, round the navel of the world, In the pool of the lost maiden song. And the doomed, they are crying . . . ****** beauty bade us, in a star crossed chrysalis, Made us, choose a desert’s winter of loneliness. Heed our fate and leave this valley torn of bliss; The many millions of locust fall in ripest fields.”
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I want to erase the figment of my imagination that I’ve allowed you to becomeYou are so opportunistic having used every moment we ever had as a time of spawningYou left traces of yourself that would grow beyond what my mind could containand with your absencethose pieces of you have enlargedThey’ve progressed into long thick arms having my thoughts in choke holds that the top wrestlers have yet to discoverThanks for showing me who you really areYour name is Monsterand I want to remove your electromagnetic tentacles from the nerves of my brainsever your suction cups coat them in a batter flavored with lemon pepper seasoningand deep fry them turn your manipulative tactics into a fine cuisine for the hungered palettes of innocent bystanders that will chew you upswallow youand digest you as the waste of time this aspect of youhas been to meToo bad I’m not bulimicAfter the binge of these false memories I’d gladly shove my finger down my throat and ***** you into filthy toilet bowlsflushing you ‘til you reach your destinationwelcomed by a sea of sewageWhen it comes to the likes of youamnesia has never been so desired.
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Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
NUCLEAR REFORMATION