"licentiousness" poems - Hello Poetry

**RESPECTFUL HELPFUL REVERENT KIND** *Steeped in licentiousness engulfed in shadows*

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC

prttybrd

Paradoxical Paramour

**RESPECTFUL HELPFUL REVERENT KIND** *Steeped in licentiousness engulfed in shadows*

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I am the ******* son of Nero, the sad product of licentiousness. A fact about my life that I should really mention less. My mother was a famous Queen or so it is that I am told. Unable to acknowledge me, to the slavers I was sold. But pirates attacked our galley a few miles out to sea. Bold, daring, fearsome men, their life appealed to me. Plundering, fighting on a ship, I loved the pirates life. Until one day I floundered and took me a beautiful wife. She bore me two boys and a girl, I gave them all my affection. Mourning the loss of my childhood, my severed parental connection. The children grew and flew the nest, so leaving just two alone. Then the plague paid a visit, my grief weighs heavy for my home. So now I am just a humble poet, Withdrawn and cold, but serene. Throwing words at a paper audience, waiting patient for the final scene. Well, wait there a while longer, this ******* is not quite done. I am not so ready to die just now, that epilogue is yet to come. © Pagan Paul (19/04/17)

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC

PaganPaul

AutoBiography 1

I am the ******* son of Nero, the sad product of licentiousness. A fact about my life that I should really mention less. My mother was a famous Queen or so it is that I am told. Unable to acknowledge me, to the slavers I was sold. But pirates attacked our galley a few miles out to sea. Bold, daring, fearsome men, their life appealed to me. Plundering, fighting on a ship, I loved the pirates life. Until one day I floundered and took me a beautiful wife. She bore me two boys and a girl, I gave them all my affection. Mourning the loss of my childhood, my severed parental connection. The children grew and flew the nest, so leaving just two alone. Then the plague paid a visit, my grief weighs heavy for my home. So now I am just a humble poet, Withdrawn and cold, but serene. Throwing words at a paper audience, waiting patient for the final scene. Well, wait there a while longer, this ******* is not quite done. I am not so ready to die just now, that epilogue is yet to come. © Pagan Paul (19/04/17)

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How exotic is this curvaceous dance within our brazen synaptic hemispheres? The scholastic wisdom of the ages boldly pronounces licentiousness when Ashtoreth makes herself readily available to ravenous self-projections of post-modernity. As we saunter around the parameters of entitlement, the monster will reveal itself with narcissistic glory whilst cotton candy is purchased by naïve populations of bewitched obedience. Scan the desolate horizon where economical lap dances are nothing more than a mere mirage of repressed Oedipus conflicts.

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Feb 25, 2014

Feb 25, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC

david-barr

Sensual Futility

How exotic is this curvaceous dance within our brazen synaptic hemispheres? The scholastic wisdom of the ages boldly pronounces licentiousness when Ashtoreth makes herself readily available to ravenous self-projections of post-modernity. As we saunter around the parameters of entitlement, the monster will reveal itself with narcissistic glory whilst cotton candy is purchased by naïve populations of bewitched obedience. Scan the desolate horizon where economical lap dances are nothing more than a mere mirage of repressed Oedipus conflicts.

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In our mythological mechanism of the senses, let us reach beyond the guardians of the night. Teach me your wisdom oh spirit of paraphiliac and psychopathic depravity, and help me to differentiate between those various entities. Oh, reptilian god of majnu, I can feel the enveloping uncertainty of your sensual and dark licentiousness. Your Goetic sexuality is ceremonially bewitching, whilst the season of darkness lingers before us. I embrace your possession of madness.

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Jul 16, 2014

Jul 16, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC

david-barr

Sensual Evocations

In our mythological mechanism of the senses, let us reach beyond the guardians of the night. Teach me your wisdom oh spirit of paraphiliac and psychopathic depravity, and help me to differentiate between those various entities. Oh, reptilian god of majnu, I can feel the enveloping uncertainty of your sensual and dark licentiousness. Your Goetic sexuality is ceremonially bewitching, whilst the season of darkness lingers before us. I embrace your possession of madness.

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Exuberant ecstatic rapture Sardonic denigrating quip Joisting up an oaken rafter The cabin of a sailing ship Lucid eloquent recumbence Surreal retrospective grace Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence Infinity would set it’s pace Imbue spontaneous induction Exude efficient transience Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction For the course of our intransigence Litigant ludicrous licentiousness Coquettish audacious impunity Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence Would pound id’s shore horrendously Derisive subjugated nuance Extol intrinsic unity Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence With breeze and sky make harmony Predilect effluent effusion Tenacious taubla tapestry Alleviate the torrential confusion Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Immunity

Exuberant ecstatic rapture Sardonic denigrating quip Joisting up an oaken rafter The cabin of a sailing ship Lucid eloquent recumbence Surreal retrospective grace Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence Infinity would set it’s pace Imbue spontaneous induction Exude efficient transience Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction For the course of our intransigence Litigant ludicrous licentiousness Coquettish audacious impunity Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence Would pound id’s shore horrendously Derisive subjugated nuance Extol intrinsic unity Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence With breeze and sky make harmony Predilect effluent effusion Tenacious taubla tapestry Alleviate the torrential confusion Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

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Exuberant ecstatic rapture Sardonic denigrating quip Joisting up an oaken rafter The cabin of a sailing ship Lucid eloquent recumbence Surreal retrospective grace Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence Infinity would set it’s pace Imbue spontaneous induction Exude efficient transience Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction For the course of our intransigence Litigant ludicrous licentiousness Coquettish audacious impunity Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence Would pound id’s shore horrendously Derisive subjugated nuance Extol intrinsic unity Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence With breeze and sky make harmony Predilect effluent effusion Tenacious taubla tapestry Alleviate the torrential confusion Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

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Jun 6, 2017

Jun 6, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Immunity

Exuberant ecstatic rapture Sardonic denigrating quip Joisting up an oaken rafter The cabin of a sailing ship Lucid eloquent recumbence Surreal retrospective grace Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence Infinity would set it’s pace Imbue spontaneous induction Exude efficient transience Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction For the course of our intransigence Litigant ludicrous licentiousness Coquettish audacious impunity Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence Would pound id’s shore horrendously Derisive subjugated nuance Extol intrinsic unity Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence With breeze and sky make harmony Predilect effluent effusion Tenacious taubla tapestry Alleviate the torrential confusion Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

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There are astrological signs which depict the temperature of climactic socialisation. Are you familiar with the experience of envy? The early settlers were able to till the land with rhythm, whilst the establishment raised superstitious calamities which were compatible with the presumed evil of harlotry. Let us rise at this undetermined time of anticipation where maternal bonds are held in question. Rabbits have always roamed fields in the Herefordshire countryside, whilst post-war community finds affiliation in both prohibition and licentiousness. I love your scent, as it reminds me of ancient castles. So, let us burrow into a warren of denial and produce offspring which dissociates from contemporary expectations. As I appreciate the ages of wisdom, I have questions about our orientation, as it lingers on this eternal horizon of predictable obscurity.

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC

david-barr

Nocturnal Portals

There are astrological signs which depict the temperature of climactic socialisation. Are you familiar with the experience of envy? The early settlers were able to till the land with rhythm, whilst the establishment raised superstitious calamities which were compatible with the presumed evil of harlotry. Let us rise at this undetermined time of anticipation where maternal bonds are held in question. Rabbits have always roamed fields in the Herefordshire countryside, whilst post-war community finds affiliation in both prohibition and licentiousness. I love your scent, as it reminds me of ancient castles. So, let us burrow into a warren of denial and produce offspring which dissociates from contemporary expectations. As I appreciate the ages of wisdom, I have questions about our orientation, as it lingers on this eternal horizon of predictable obscurity.

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Exuberant ecstatic rapture Sardonic denigrating quip Joisting up an oaken rafter The cabin of a sailing ship Lucid eloquent recumbence Surreal retrospective grace Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence Infinity would set it’s pace Imbue spontaneous induction Exude efficient transience Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction For the course of our intransigence Litigant ludicrous licentiousness Coquettish audacious impunity Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence Would pound id’s shore horrendously Derisive subjugated nuance Extol intrinsic unity Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence With breeze and sky make harmony Predilect effluent effusion Tenacious taubla tapestry Alleviate the torrential confusion Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

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Jul 26, 2019

Jul 26, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Immunity

Exuberant ecstatic rapture Sardonic denigrating quip Joisting up an oaken rafter The cabin of a sailing ship Lucid eloquent recumbence Surreal retrospective grace Endless ocean’s myriad turbulence Infinity would set it’s pace Imbue spontaneous induction Exude efficient transience Exhort the mystic symbiotic construction For the course of our intransigence Litigant ludicrous licentiousness Coquettish audacious impunity Lecherous libidos atrocious impertinence Would pound id’s shore horrendously Derisive subjugated nuance Extol intrinsic unity Nebulous wisps of shaded quiescence With breeze and sky make harmony Predilect effluent effusion Tenacious taubla tapestry Alleviate the torrential confusion Acquire efficience for flights symmetry

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Let us walk across hot coals with a spiritual guide, where somber chords heartily communicate a joyous morbidity - chanting forbidden licentiousness in the name of dilapidated psychological constructs. Can I have permission to delve into the unfathomable abyss of your kaleidoscopic soul? As we claim to have spun quite the web of deceit in our contemporary societal fabric of advancement, then let us now join hands in celebration around this presumed magic circle, ensuring that connection between the dampness of our soul and pleasurable resentment is not divorced from the ghastly genitalia of grammatical deviance.

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Sep 16, 2016

Sep 16, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC

david-barr

Galactical Sado-Masochism

Let us walk across hot coals with a spiritual guide, where somber chords heartily communicate a joyous morbidity - chanting forbidden licentiousness in the name of dilapidated psychological constructs. Can I have permission to delve into the unfathomable abyss of your kaleidoscopic soul? As we claim to have spun quite the web of deceit in our contemporary societal fabric of advancement, then let us now join hands in celebration around this presumed magic circle, ensuring that connection between the dampness of our soul and pleasurable resentment is not divorced from the ghastly genitalia of grammatical deviance.

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He helped the woman to his left, a ********** and the gray ocean of darkness, his clothes, empty ***** of an abandoned ghost himself; the movement of completely destroying the desert sky was hidden from the Jewish white flame of a gypsum of soda, the saint of the turning of the dawn, the love of loves, the lived lore of the girl pronounces in vain the knowledge, the income of the furry head; the crazy beats watching Moses, the rain a song on the skin, with the meč, inside her políbila ** and his weak point planet from the Teen game generalizes kisses to feel the color of the flesh of the decision issued a vision to talk with other lovers; and fond of good arrows on the ground, holding the body feels like a sock and on the opposite foot, another sock, and the clients who were prostitutes with the strings across the gap of darkness, the clothes of the fan, the WITCH pointer loves it, put on in the desert of the garden, he was concealed from the Hebrew painting, || the first of the holy desert king in the shadow of the light of the symmetry of the gypsy, | who loving to save, fell into licentiousness in the turn, standing at the origin of the United States, speaking as Daughters of the South at the back | of the opportunity to live a bit of **** and a bit of furry skin of help, listening to the music of a crazy man dropped a ********** off in dark clothes with empty **** ghost ***** an emotional soccer paradise hidden in the desert, James kills the F template; and draws the abstract gypsy to the new shadow king | dawn loved; sure mum cops taking calls in order of origin: The hot **** bartender's victory, East turned his fingers to keep injury, enough to kneel to the US genius we live **** and their daughters winds return fine hairy ears, crazy rhythm **** ax, the lower part taking over the area even knowing they leave women's tanned songs of skinny teenage flesh hiding under the colors including watching during the summer kisses felt holding the country was wonderful Maria sides with the YWHA, large corporate boots were shaped ||| in one sense, says the Jewish tomato.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Jewish Tomato ❤ for Shauna

He helped the woman to his left, a ********** and the gray ocean of darkness, his clothes, empty ***** of an abandoned ghost himself; the movement of completely destroying the desert sky was hidden from the Jewish white flame of a gypsum of soda, the saint of the turning of the dawn, the love of loves, the lived lore of the girl pronounces in vain the knowledge, the income of the furry head; the crazy beats watching Moses, the rain a song on the skin, with the meč, inside her políbila ** and his weak point planet from the Teen game generalizes kisses to feel the color of the flesh of the decision issued a vision to talk with other lovers; and fond of good arrows on the ground, holding the body feels like a sock and on the opposite foot, another sock, and the clients who were prostitutes with the strings across the gap of darkness, the clothes of the fan, the WITCH pointer loves it, put on in the desert of the garden, he was concealed from the Hebrew painting, || the first of the holy desert king in the shadow of the light of the symmetry of the gypsy, | who loving to save, fell into licentiousness in the turn, standing at the origin of the United States, speaking as Daughters of the South at the back | of the opportunity to live a bit of **** and a bit of furry skin of help, listening to the music of a crazy man dropped a ********** off in dark clothes with empty **** ghost ***** an emotional soccer paradise hidden in the desert, James kills the F template; and draws the abstract gypsy to the new shadow king | dawn loved; sure mum cops taking calls in order of origin: The hot **** bartender's victory, East turned his fingers to keep injury, enough to kneel to the US genius we live **** and their daughters winds return fine hairy ears, crazy rhythm **** ax, the lower part taking over the area even knowing they leave women's tanned songs of skinny teenage flesh hiding under the colors including watching during the summer kisses felt holding the country was wonderful Maria sides with the YWHA, large corporate boots were shaped ||| in one sense, says the Jewish tomato.

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Now I awake at the eve of my daemonic existence Which we had to abort On my crown lies a crown of barbs Unfortunately no light Raising my forgiving sight for the last time The only thing I see is my dark wright Vomiting misconception at my filthy sins United by serpentine despair Unanimously designed by a rogue contempt And yet instantaneously For temerarious to bother with such vast wisdom And yet veracious **Thus destined a dark decent A blackened spiral For a blank memory I look as the darkness consumes my every breathe Already swallowed by the hatred smoked by fear I feel the hell fire Like tears rolling down my body I am cut chest to toe The shadows seep in Vile filth exalting heavenly pleasures I can not cleanse myself For all of the scourges I locked away My shadow is liberated As it goes, as it always shall The quasi heroic act of self mutilation Reanimates their dark possession Again morbid licentiousness They found their host and reached parasitical intent Blackened by serious lust Tumultuous in the hearts of all who have fallen All of their jaws hinging malevolently For the cursing how to behave No imminence in my decay I deserve nothing by curdling laughter I have no cause, no war My skin blackened by the fires of doubt Forget my neurotic existence And the face of the man you fear For the last time I scream All of my attempts hallowed By the fear of being isolated Abandoned, my scars still leaking The blackened blood into the heavens Each drop a life wasted During this my light is extinguished A smile appears on a split face** One final scream And everything I know vanishes Somewhere a heart beats a final time I despise my world I wasn't created for it Alas...

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC

bram-cyrusocyrus-addams

My Darkness

Now I awake at the eve of my daemonic existence Which we had to abort On my crown lies a crown of barbs Unfortunately no light Raising my forgiving sight for the last time The only thing I see is my dark wright Vomiting misconception at my filthy sins United by serpentine despair Unanimously designed by a rogue contempt And yet instantaneously For temerarious to bother with such vast wisdom And yet veracious **Thus destined a dark decent A blackened spiral For a blank memory I look as the darkness consumes my every breathe Already swallowed by the hatred smoked by fear I feel the hell fire Like tears rolling down my body I am cut chest to toe The shadows seep in Vile filth exalting heavenly pleasures I can not cleanse myself For all of the scourges I locked away My shadow is liberated As it goes, as it always shall The quasi heroic act of self mutilation Reanimates their dark possession Again morbid licentiousness They found their host and reached parasitical intent Blackened by serious lust Tumultuous in the hearts of all who have fallen All of their jaws hinging malevolently For the cursing how to behave No imminence in my decay I deserve nothing by curdling laughter I have no cause, no war My skin blackened by the fires of doubt Forget my neurotic existence And the face of the man you fear For the last time I scream All of my attempts hallowed By the fear of being isolated Abandoned, my scars still leaking The blackened blood into the heavens Each drop a life wasted During this my light is extinguished A smile appears on a split face** One final scream And everything I know vanishes Somewhere a heart beats a final time I despise my world I wasn't created for it Alas...

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Teasers, itches wishin' scratches, gentle dharma level reasons to be attended to now, lest we forget unget ungiven sigils signifyin'finite insignif-ican't sirs, if I can sort the signal from the noise -- pause, remember watch something on the idiot box, oh yeah, that reminds me, here's the itch, that fully funcyanin' lie, yellow and black warning with magenta scars burn printed RK Nexivm cult branded pain proven acceptable true children of pride, humbling themselves, to be the knowers of the secret meaning brand name, rampaging stallion roger out .-. -.- the code is RK okeh. K being gone black, fade to black snappy, tic click 256 shades from white to K saturated all light absorbed, out, black, night ink itching to link one thought to another, peace of mind, itchless wonder being the aim of artists intuition given poetic licentiousness's final amen. ... now, I lay me down to sleep.

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Dec 15, 2020

Dec 15, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Sorting thoughts at 2:35 after the third watch

Teasers, itches wishin' scratches, gentle dharma level reasons to be attended to now, lest we forget unget ungiven sigils signifyin'finite insignif-ican't sirs, if I can sort the signal from the noise -- pause, remember watch something on the idiot box, oh yeah, that reminds me, here's the itch, that fully funcyanin' lie, yellow and black warning with magenta scars burn printed RK Nexivm cult branded pain proven acceptable true children of pride, humbling themselves, to be the knowers of the secret meaning brand name, rampaging stallion roger out .-. -.- the code is RK okeh. K being gone black, fade to black snappy, tic click 256 shades from white to K saturated all light absorbed, out, black, night ink itching to link one thought to another, peace of mind, itchless wonder being the aim of artists intuition given poetic licentiousness's final amen. ... now, I lay me down to sleep.

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Shadower of the valley, dying of wisdom-- strung along since seven holes played the Charmer's flute. The licentiousness of your poetry, makes days of worship drag along, inspiring idleness in all its wickedness. Leveler of leagues, unlikely elbows falling together in deeds. You freeze a whorled dance in the hollowed trunk of a tree, to wait out the world you impel. Forever retiring to the terrible weight of its foundation, having had the gall to drink its basest, bitterest secretion. Poison by any, and no other name...quenchless blows by the scepter of you in deserted time. As the truth be hidden in plain sight, so they to you for salvation.

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC

Onoma

Serpens No.2

Shadower of the valley, dying of wisdom-- strung along since seven holes played the Charmer's flute. The licentiousness of your poetry, makes days of worship drag along, inspiring idleness in all its wickedness. Leveler of leagues, unlikely elbows falling together in deeds. You freeze a whorled dance in the hollowed trunk of a tree, to wait out the world you impel. Forever retiring to the terrible weight of its foundation, having had the gall to drink its basest, bitterest secretion. Poison by any, and no other name...quenchless blows by the scepter of you in deserted time. As the truth be hidden in plain sight, so they to you for salvation.

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Trust the nobility of monsters Over the hearts of men There is more safety Between the teeth of wolves Than in the hands of man Hell had no quarrel with heaven Until the king wrote it so For the devil and god Are but the same soul Split in two By the wicked bone knife Of human sin The thirst of evil throats And need of gold And populace control Made false history And prophets To control The right and wrong And moral view Release your minds Imprisonment Know that The miracle of you And this gift Of your breath And moment Were not meant To be wasted On shame Of sins you have not And will not commit To lust for love Is a gift Buzzing freely In the air Fill your lungs Let hearts burst Live free from guilt Free from fear Of wrathful gods If they gave us life For any other reason Than to love Let it be them That are forever Bound to the Hell of which Their false preachers Speak While molesting Children in plain sight And never having To make amends Trust in leathery wings Of dragons Before bowing To false kings Of righteousness Wearing crowns Overflowing of licentiousness

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Jun 17, 2016

Jun 17, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC

akira-chinen

Nobility of monsters

Trust the nobility of monsters Over the hearts of men There is more safety Between the teeth of wolves Than in the hands of man Hell had no quarrel with heaven Until the king wrote it so For the devil and god Are but the same soul Split in two By the wicked bone knife Of human sin The thirst of evil throats And need of gold And populace control Made false history And prophets To control The right and wrong And moral view Release your minds Imprisonment Know that The miracle of you And this gift Of your breath And moment Were not meant To be wasted On shame Of sins you have not And will not commit To lust for love Is a gift Buzzing freely In the air Fill your lungs Let hearts burst Live free from guilt Free from fear Of wrathful gods If they gave us life For any other reason Than to love Let it be them That are forever Bound to the Hell of which Their false preachers Speak While molesting Children in plain sight And never having To make amends Trust in leathery wings Of dragons Before bowing To false kings Of righteousness Wearing crowns Overflowing of licentiousness

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my willingness to play the fool sets a mind at ease that never was. even so, you figure prominently. a buxom licentiousness fawning over a boy with your goddess-grown hands...administering. your unique franticity.

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC

Onoma

Administering

my willingness to play the fool sets a mind at ease that never was. even so, you figure prominently. a buxom licentiousness fawning over a boy with your goddess-grown hands...administering. your unique franticity.

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This state has run wild from snowdrifts and frosts In inconsistency and licentiousness In mind-blowing screech In the burdens of pre-Christmas anticipation I look out for a phrase that matches the rhythm patterns Nothing to fall into place Everything turns and twists In an ugly pandemonium Dashing downstairs Ridiculously hasty Slightly inebriated Swaying on the waves Don’t quite understand what’s going on Who’s taken my mind away Gonna burn clay pots Since it’s funnier than burning myself You admire the portrait of the chieftain! Let his confident smile invigorate you Screams, jokes No Silence (as it usually happens in pitch-black) Planning takes place only in the north In the south, they got total freedom And we are somewhere in the middle We don’t fancy planning Yet we make plans diligently Since we know it has to be rewarded Since rewards do take place Go try to find this place Go to the dense forests You go the right way, Comrades!

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC

joemccove

Ode

This state has run wild from snowdrifts and frosts In inconsistency and licentiousness In mind-blowing screech In the burdens of pre-Christmas anticipation I look out for a phrase that matches the rhythm patterns Nothing to fall into place Everything turns and twists In an ugly pandemonium Dashing downstairs Ridiculously hasty Slightly inebriated Swaying on the waves Don’t quite understand what’s going on Who’s taken my mind away Gonna burn clay pots Since it’s funnier than burning myself You admire the portrait of the chieftain! Let his confident smile invigorate you Screams, jokes No Silence (as it usually happens in pitch-black) Planning takes place only in the north In the south, they got total freedom And we are somewhere in the middle We don’t fancy planning Yet we make plans diligently Since we know it has to be rewarded Since rewards do take place Go try to find this place Go to the dense forests You go the right way, Comrades!

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