August, I start from one,
The door sounds against the tiles,
You start to leave your undenying presence
Stuck onto the frontlets of my thoughts.

Two, words were spoken few,
But a few human errors & one simple word
You correct my interpretation,
& now you start to interpretate my life.

Three, a fortnight has passed,
My heart embraces to your name,
But soon we will be set apart,
Now to cherish our last days.

Four, the end of August comes our end,
As the door sounds against the tiles again.
But now without you,
Without any interpretation or name.

Five, it's December now.
I'll be waiting & counting down to ten,
Until you come back,
& the door sounds once again.

From, the girl at the smallest corner of your memory.

I. The Hard

I want so badly
to be your finger puppet.
My libido tells me so,
as the bible would say
Jesus loves me.

Undenying,
raw machismo.
I'd like to wear that pretty noose
you hold in your daring hands
around my tender neck
in a string of fresh-water pearl
vibrating warmth on my skin.


II. The Soft

(And crass as I am,
you make me feel bold.
Brass as I am
you make me feel gold.
The *** that I am
you say I'm a sweet one, at least,
that you'd hold.)

Unbeautifully she undresses,
unraveling my understanding.
Unceremoniously she grabs me,
undoing me to madness.

Unbuttoning my pants
and tearing at my sleeves,
inelegant her moans and
undainty are her screams.

Unbelievable the ***
underlying all the sweat,
undenying is the passion
on the bed sheets that we wet.

Unconventional,
uncontrollable,
unforgettable the night.
unacceptable,
uncontainable,
the thought of mornings light.

If it is just a statistic-
Than why can't we fix it?

Terrifying.
Yet Undenying-

So many try it
I can't fight it?

Darling,

                                                                       our truth that we inhabit under
                                                                       its crystalised sky is
                                                                       masochistic
                                                                       undenying, tameless
                                                                       thriling  

                                                                      
                                                                      Shattering above us.



Don't*
                                                                       be afraid
                                                                       of the eyes that
                                                                       stare at us
                                                                       through fields
                                                                       - flowers of cruelty

  
                                                                     For tonight,

                                                                      
                                                                      I will take your
                                                                      mind
                                                                      tongue
                                                                      flesh
                                                                                                                



                                                                                                                                    all.


you
                                                                        are an octave without lines
                                                                        Synchronicity
                                                                        A treble-clef tattooed upon the skin of my
                                                                        heart
                                                                        Notes like bloodcells in my veins
                                                                                                                    
                        
                                                                                                                    I can never play you.  











lie                                      
                                                                           yourself inside
                                                                     and breathe inside
                                                                            what I am
                                                                            what I will become

                                                                                               neverending


                                                                          
           &n

Atoning
Admonishment

Beloved
Blessings

Confusing
Contemplation

Debating
Disturbance  

Everlasting
Eternity

Foreboding
Faithfulness

Gods
Goodness

Hasting
Heaven

Internal
Intuition

Jesus'
Judgement

Kings
King

Loving
Light

Monday's
Moment

Never
Numbing

Open
­Opportunity

Peoples
Persons

Qualify
Quiet

Redeemer
Resemblance

Saving
Salvation

Thee
Truth

Undenying
Unity

Valient
Victory

Washed
White

X chromosome
X factor

You
Yelling

Zealously
Zapped

I never fear the monsters under my bed the ones Under the Stairs or the ones in the closet . The fear I'm willing to deal with is the monsters in my head you see they eat at me causing me grief.

Yes it's undenying the truth is underlining the monster is actually me I have had this piece and it's crazy have it deep down in my gut to only come free the day is turn the night that is when my monster Feeds greedily and selfish.

It does not give me seconds rest blow leaves totally my monster consumes my soul my memories my skills my love my personality will be stopping when you're reaching the point of no return.

My depression kicks in there as well until night falls again seems that my darkness that covers my soul was always trying to swallow up what is left of my memories I having trouble putting the puzzles together form a picture that is complete my special memories the very precious ones to me the ones that don't seem to matter much to anybody else but they are my life he seemed to dissolve with every dose of amphetamines that I inject into myself brings me one step closer to forgetting everything

Earth is sleep in sound tonight
Yet in the eyes of stars well up oceans of sadness
The streets are filled with undenying yern to live
The smells of blood courses the air
In the young and old
Not a silent completion
Not a singal comfort in a drink nor a shot of ****** to behave lively
Only death awaits in alleys
Darkness falls in dead end roads
The earth is sound in sleep tonight
It tells stories of humen nature changing and exchanging gifts for the weak
No child lay still in thier beds
No mothers arms are full but empty with weary heartbreaks
Fathers cry in rage of self pitty and drive to another rage to prison bars
No glory here In the sound of night
No hope nor will to dream but to **** the sun
And all that is left are the stars that shed little light
Still not giving up on these children who cry in the night.

© Copyright 2013 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
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Contains my favourite verses
With A Certain contented emotions
My red ink re -instates my devotion

A few alphabets I utter
Some I frame with a Metaphor
Untiring
Undenying
Feelings I mutter

I do not want to rest
I want to continue my quest
I want to write to my best
Like a soft feather
I want to be a part of a wing
And wrap each precious feeling around my finger like a ring .
-Anju

Lured into limbo
I am wasting away
My very own emaciation begins today
Purest strangulation,
And I can't breath it in
It only ever ends where you begin
Climbing to the top of the tower just to jump into a free fall
Never neglecting to answer any of the calls
Unending,
Untill you begin

Come back home

The sky is always empty, my glass is never full
I drink all this posion without you but it never seems to dull,
A constant pain
laced with *******
Creeping right underneath my skin
Ending only where you begin
Come home
Come home
We're skin to skin
All of this ends where we begin
Undenying truth,
You are not blind
You see the futures
We share half a mind

The Unnatural Bends

Soothing commotion
Unethical pious tasks
Scripted life journeys
Unconditional realities
Pure auspiciousness
Restless endeavours
Enlightened conspiration
Periodical happiness
Secular Freedom
Socialism in souls
All do we need ?
Absolutely negating ,
but quite negotiating !
No!
Something beyond admiration ,
Someone beyond aspiration ,
Somewhere beyond the horizon ,
Why?
Unsatisfying hunger kills! Undenying facts win !
We lose ,
lose more ,
then we win! We win!
Simple things, become more simple, Obviously ?
Not always!
Let's see!

She walks elegantly
Oh she moves like ballerina
Like wild horse
She's free, untamed
Anyone who sees her is captured
She lingers on in the mind
Well after she has disappeared from sight
Many want her company
Want to keep her for themselves
It never happens
They all be left thirsty
Their bodies aching for her
Truthfully they can't handle her
Undenying beauty
Sharp wit and good sense of humour
But she wants a Stallion
Someone brave like a lion
If you want be a companion
Otherwise keep walking on