"legate" poems
In the depths of my dark side
Their is another me that worships you.
Mad priest, in black and ****** robes
Devotee of ****** satisfaction
Legate of the armies of conquest of the flesh.
This touch will paralyze your will,
If applied inside, you will see soon you,
Slowly you slip down in surrender,
And render yourself unto me,
So I can see how long I can hold my breath
Between your thighs, inhaling the perfume of you,
Unwilling to exhale.
Sacrifices are made to your majesty
In the temple of your body,
On the alter of your creations
The black and white blood is spilt from my soul,
I lose all control, in a head on collision
Of ****** perversions,
Limitless position and orifice combinations,
My balance overthrow in a coup of your moans
I descend into your dark side,
And liberate the screams hidden inside you.
Saliva slick lips spread spit, that mixes with sweat
Muscles taught, working in time with each motion,
Each withdrawal and insertion,
Tender ***** throbbing, pulsing, clenching,
Moving at multiple angles,
pressing the right buttons,
To start the crescendo,
Of scratching, maddening ******
In the presence of a hoard of revelers
Sharing *** with strange people
On a strange stage.
Your bust displayed,
And ten thousand fanatics slit their own throats
In tribute to your infinite ways
Of delivering pleasures through the pleasures I wish to deliver unto you
Incessantly.
Unlocking chakra with tantric secrets uncovered
In the forbidden texts of ****** servitude to you.
I would service you endlessly,
With fanatic glee, but that me I set free to purge my desire,
Fades away an is replaced with the bland, but no less passionate
Love I feel for you.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:33 AM UTC
Adesso, nella calma,
si vedon muovere i pali
della luce, i fogli di carta
sui recinti di legno dei cantieri.
Un’altra volta
c’era stato il commento
degli arabi, dei negri.
In un vecchio vano della casa,
le povere braccia,
le gambe lunghe e magre legate,
incominciano i racconti.
E si urtano gli oggetti
finiti sul fondo della strada,
mentre, per errore,
un fruscìo dei rami avverte
chi vi cammina
o da una griglia esala ancora
l’odore tiepido dell’umidità.
Si dissolve il colore
dalle pianure disegnate
nel sonno dell’umanità. Le creste delle piante
viste d’improvviso
da un punto oscuro
ravvicinate, mute,
perché si possieda in alto
qualche luce della quiete?
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
~one more for Joel~
The “valuations” methodology taught me forty plus years ago,
now rendered valueless, and yet,
the devils remind in
humongous whispers,
confuse not price
(or reads)
with value!
To a man I never met, and now,
will not yet on this Earth,
this process, to estimate,
what a man’s worthy words
are but worth exactly,
how much???
It matters greatly,
for one has come to realize
these scattering of poems
will be my repute,
my legate in reverse,
to see me forward,
you will need to see me
in reverse.
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 9:26 PM UTC
Message turned around to speak in her Coronation dress.
The Alliance Project slyly walked up beside her, and wished her the best.
She smiled weakly and said, I wish my father The Legate was here.
Her lower lip trembled as she wiped away from her face a tear.
Message held up her hands and said, I promised myself I would not cry.
The Alliance Project said, His advice-essence is in the Scepter, he did not die.
Besides, he would be proud to see you restored his planet back to its origin.
They kissed briefly and Message said, Let’s go downstairs to the Coronation.
Inside was a great hall, where all of the Federation had gathered to meet.
The Covenantial Project was to crown Message, by putting the Rexic shoes on her feet.
Message sat down on the throne and got up rapidly sayin, This throne is too cold!
Lady of the Night called out in the audience, Be prepared for it to warm, before you get old.
Message took the scepter in hand and recited the Federation pledge.
And then kneeled down, as The Covenantial Project took Excalibur and touched her with its edge.
She got up and the Federation crowd all cheered, because here was their new queen.
The Covenantial Project put the Rexic shoes on her feet, and Message stood to preen.
The Alliance Project and Message boarded the Isotrain Mechanism one last time, to head for their new home planet object
This planet is the new Dahomeyia, whose people were protected by Message and the Alliance Project.
THE END.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Caro, dammi parole di fiducia
per te, mio uomo, l'unico che amassi
in lunghi anni di stupido terrore,
fa che le mani m'escano dal buio
incantesimo amaro che non frutta...
Sono gioielli, vedi, le mie mani,
sono un linguaggio per l'amore vivo
ma una fosca catena le ha ben chiuse
ben legate ad un ceppo. Amore mio
** sognato di te come si sogna
della rosa e del vento,
sei purissimo, vivo, un equilibrio
astrale, ma io sono nella notte
e non posso ospitarti. Io vorrei
che tu gustassi i pascoli che in dono
** sortiti da Dio, ma la paura
mi trattiene nemica; oso parole,
solamente parole e se tu ascolti
fiducioso il mio canto, veramente
so che ti esalterai delle mie pene.
1k
a sunset here
now line-dance mere
last boots of star
well kick the sky
still co-exist in boudoir
wholly flatter the soul so nigh,
why a pearl sensation
set afire her mensuration
whether will wist legate
or a motley orb's date!
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
You collapsed―
on the stairs in frenzy
falling into a debt trap.
The moon was asking back his pain.
This was a naked aggression.
Kitchen was not ready for roots
and flowers and footprints
of staggering price of being alive.
Riding in a Humvee, the
rhetoric fails. The lies become
spiteful. Your arms holding
a wavering testament.
Religion of sending
a young legate of death, to veiled
untouchables, to spread
the glitter of bones and red meat.
A gift of asking to become
blind, nothing less.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
“My crown is hollow without a son. My kingdom cannot bide uncertainty.
My Lady Anne would be my wife, but never will my mistress be.
The papal legate on my case is a master of delay..
Wolsey wants to be a Prince but Rome is very far away.
I can’t depend upon the Cardinal to accomplish what I pray..
I need a quick and legal way to disavow my Spanish Queen,
Then wed and bed my Lady Anne and sire sons of lordly mien.
I am convinced by Holy Writ that marriage to Catherine was a sin.
My gentleman of the Privy chamber; Please show Thomas Cromwell in.”
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Have found immediacy, empty
touching mantra enchanting
positioning paleo lingual
pings asking attention, empty
mind state, concentrating
mental energy outward,
externalities inward,
who first?
Browning - visiting
ancient Etruscan
Faesulae, conquered
by Romans.
In Roman antiquity,
the seat, we see
of a famous school
of augurs and, every year,
twelve young men
were sent there
from Rome
to study the art of divination.
"Who listened
to the Legate's talk last week,
"And just as much they used
to say
in France...
"At any rate 'tis easy, all of it!"
How familiar are the settings,
put forth in dramatic monologue,
easy
feels familiar,
least among giants, seeing,
believing all available science,
in the time
of Raphael 'n'em,
who can yet recall
“Andrea del Sarto” though,
Browning gave him space,
to firm aspirations,
to make good,
be good producers,
selling life's sizzle,
most all sales trainers
use one line, alone…
common extension
To succeed one must believe,
verbally grasping will to sell
b to b marketing,
on the Mammonic
entrancement, please try
to grasp the nature of worth…
to a poet in the space we use,
for free
for your examined life… you knew
“Andrea del Sarto”
by Robert Browning
rates one precept,
out
of the anxious mind percept
whence comes
this common
inspiration, say this mountain moves. Say it in the name of Jesu
- on Earth, as it is, just so
Amen, Browning was a master…
"Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for? "
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
under this scratch of sky to us assigned
I do not want to be useful
I want to be close to you.....
not telling you what you do not remember or do not know
but gather the threads that tie our words
dispersed in infinite space
and knot them one by one,
the words
so to weave a net
a safety net on which we may let us go,
fall
with all our thoughts
before it's late
of other possible goodness
I do not know
................
sotto questo graffio di cielo a noi assegnato
io non voglio esserti utile
voglio esserti vicino.....
non dirti cosa non ricordi o non sai
ma raccogliere i fili a cui sono legate le nostre parole
disperse nello spazio infinito
e annodarle una ad una, le parole
così da tessere una rete
una rete di protezione sulla quale lasciarci andare
cadere
con tutti i nostri pensieri
prima che sia tardi
di altro bene possibile
non so
inútil
bajo este rasguño del cielo a nosotros asignado
no quiero ser util
yo quiero estar cerca de ti.....
no decirte lo que no recuerdas o no sabes
en cambio recoger los hilos donde estàn atadas nuestras palabras
dispersas en el espacio infinito
y atarlas una por una,
las palabras
para tejer una red
una red de seguridad en la que podemos dejarnos ir,
caer
con todos nuestros pensamientos
antes de que sea tarde
de otra posible bondad
no sé
................
inutile
sous cette égratignure du ciel pour nous assigné
Je ne veux pas être utile
Je veux être près de toi.....
ne pas vous dire ce que vous ne rappelez ou ne savez pas
mais rassembler les fils qui lient tous nos mots
dispersés dans un espace infini
et les nouer un par un,
les mots
ainsi tisser un filet
un filet de sécurité sur lequel nous pouvons nous laisser aller,
tomber
avec toutes nos pensées
avant qu'il soit ****
d'autre bonté possible
Je ne sais pas
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?
The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.
The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.
The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.
A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.
I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
The Covenantial Project then stepped back to work-examine
A figure rode forward on a Centaur-Raptor and asked what is our canon?
The Covenantial Project responded- You will form the Armored Trilogy.
With Dragon-Man and Drent, you Chrysatium will head the Helion Knighthood Way to make three.
Chrysatium urged, We must go now, and The Covenantial Project said, Patience is a virtue.
You must let the humans and Dahomeyians make peace with themselves, before they hurt you.
Chrysatium then questioned, so what do we do now, The Covenantial Project said we lie low.
The Legate is coming and they will be allied with us faster than any of them know.
There is a fish minion called Shark-Devil, he is minor but an inconvenient insight.
I will **** him, said Chrysatium, and The Covenantial Project said, Hush this is Dragon-Man’s fight.
Then what is my fight, Chrysatium asked, Your mission now is not to fight but to reinforce.
Because when his fight goes bad you Chrysatium will be the one to set it on the right course.
Chrysatium grumbled but went back to work on some Centaur-Raptor wings.
He wished that the Covenantial Project was not such an expert on everything.
Because battlefare was his specialty, why did the Covenantial Project know more than he did.
The Covenantial Project went back to sit down on the Podium Grid.
Chrysatium come here, and Chyrsatium ran to the Covenantial Project leader.
See this seat with a chair, Chrysatium nodded, This is for the one who is the Deciperment reader.
One by one they had died, or were destroyed in Battlefare by dark powers.
But I know for a fact there is one person out there with abilities like ours.
Can you tell me her name, Chysatium asked, and The Covenantial Project answered Lady of the Night.
Chrysatium protested, But that is impossible she does not know how to Decipherment write.
She knows more than she reveals, Chrysatium revealed with a wry smile improper.
How do you know her so well, Chrisatium demanded and the Covenantial Project said, She is my daughter.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
The night was still as Message lay there trying to sleep. Next to her The Alliance Project was snoring. “I don’t know if something is trying to get into him, or out of him” she grumbled to herself. Soon she fell into the realm of sleep reserved for those who dream.
She held up both hands to see sleeves covered in Dahomeyian royal native dress. Off in the distance, she saw someone running toward her. It was her father, The Legate. He went on one knee and said, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Essence could not come in time. I could not come in time. I don’t deserve you.” Message put her hand to her face and felt that it was full of tears. She cried out,” I forgive you Father, it was not your fault. Father, please come back. I need you.” The Legate started to fade away as he said, “Tell Essence I said thank you.” Message was left alone. She lifted up her hand and it was gone…….
Message sat up, gasping. She touched her body to make sure that she was still there, and she was. She squinted to see if her father was around, and no one else was there. She sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what that dream meant. The Alliance Project was still sleeping, but now had started snoring. Message went downstairs and a servant met her there. “Do you need anything, my dear Dahomeyian Rulership?” “No, thank you”, said Message curtly. The servant stepped back, frightened by the intensity of Message’s words. Message went to go get a glass of water from the Hydration Hookdown that was attached to their house. “Essence, Essence,”she whispered. It was a word that became a chant.
“You know what happens when you drink too much water and go to bed?” Message turned around and gave a weak smile. The Alliance Project was there. “So you woke up. Your snores even wake you up haha”, she said as they giggled together. They went back to bed and Message slept, but that thought still haunted her.
The next day, The Alliance Project went to oversee construction of a new pipeway that would provide the planet with water. Message entered the Assembly of the Many to call for a response to Mythology. Some voices murmured in the background. “We don’t even know if he is the stuff of children’s tales, how do we fight that?” Message overheard their words but did not see their faces. She stood in front of the Assembly and said,
We face a great threat that will destroy us all if we do not take action. Therefore I am asking that we arm a submarine and go and find Mythology. When we attack first we have the element of surprise. If we counter-attack, we might lose. And if we lose, there will be no more we.
Drent, the new Advocate-Counsel, nodded in approval. The Assembly of the Many cast their votes, and the Marshal Peacemonger gave the results to Drent. Drent counted them and said with a solemn voice,
“The Assembly of the Many has said no to the Mythology resolution, your Dahomeyian Rulership.”
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC