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ConnectHook Sep 2015
Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight:
but all things are naked and opened
unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do.*

Hebrews 4:13

When first I met you, girly-girl
you gave my hormones quite a whirl
believing I had found the pearl, Porneia…

The shell was richer than your charm
assuring me you meant no harm
my stroke of luck: you clasped my arm, Porneia.

You called me with that sultry voice
and made me think I had no choice, Porneia.

You glistened in a fantasy
of pixillating pink HD
your flesh tone’s ever-changing hue
sure made me want to do it to
that someone just beyond my view, Porneia.

I emptied every magazine
in search of angles yet unseen.
The angels fell upon my screen, Porneia.

More I tasted, more I needed –
yet the bed remained unseeded
waiting for your rose to bloom
recurring passions to resume
in contemplation of your womb, Porneia.

Exposed: your jaded artifice,
that bright celestial orifice,
gynecologic precipice:  Porneia.

I took you for a worldly muse
dead mistress of the thousand views;
my carnal will could not refuse,  Porneia.
With your deceit I came to grips;
you represent true love’s eclipse –
the spurt of passion died in drips, Porneia.

Alas, our book of love must end.
The final chapter’s pages bend;
the bookmarks, now deleted, send
each one, a flower to your  grave.
My sinful soul you could not save, Porneia.

Oh what has come between us princess?
Now your rare allure evinces
fearful alarm, the urge to flee –
our love was never meant to be.
Thus ends it all twixt me and thee, Porneia.
original here:
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/farewell-sweet-porneia-an-elegy/
Douglas Scheurn Jan 2015
Breathe in the toxic aroma,
Pills of pnemonia...
the suffocating Lullaby.
Yell into the flashing sky.
Dark affliction,
My addiction.
Shadow hands ascends from the deep seated,
Rows of dirt remain unseeded.
March rolls in as the month of January,
A live child born at the mortuary.

Open your eyes to another color,
Inject within a syringe of thunder. *



Carpe Diem
I walked through the city and I saw a horrific vision.
Before my path were two individuals.
Shouting over a Super Market Tabloid and who knew more about what they had read in cold and calculated argumentative decisions.

Emotionally "boxing" for the "belt" in "Who was right"
and the Heavyweight Championship in "I have More  Net Worth."
Such sickened me...I tried to avoid such "nasty frights..."

As I tried to walk around the area and to push to stay out of "Center Ring."
I was drug in.
Forcibly to fight in a  "Three way" match..

With those who are enraged by what "haunts" their "sight"
A lit match...A fire to now rage and burn...
I was scolded by the heat in the middle of the flames.....
I threw my "emotional water" onto such and won an "unseeded battle."

Desperation to "win" the "street" "Judgement" "Boxing" "Battle."
I pulled away and responded "I need not join in your wars."
"This world has enough troubles..due to such..I do not need to explain. It takes two. You both have already lost"
Walking away, they looked at me and then themselves in question.
They knew that the moment they decided to "Fight this fight"
they both had lost...The minute one "began" and the other decided their need to have to "finish" and had to be "tough" and  "fought."
Each person may not "look the same...."
Nor be the "most attractive."
Life is not a "competition"
It is all in one's everyday needs and in their own "Interpretive visions"
Most are the "norm"
Yet we fight.
Most of us think with "over-inflated egos" as staged by those "fools" already lost in the tabloids that push us to live alike the ones who die in Hollywood.
Yes, it is nice to be wanted. To be sought after.
Every day, some "normal" "non lit pathways"  are  a gift.
For the attention gets "quite old..."
When one doesn't have a moment to be alone to take a breath..
After being in "center ring" almost all their lives..
Through  being "good" at a certain "artistic or inventive gift" in life...
The Paparazzi suffocate one to death...
Being unable to start a family due to your "Society's level's rules"
and "Who you can date and cannot date isn't "Cool as ice"
It cuts through one's heart...
Emptiness is sharp like a blade and it cuts like a knife.
For age, talent, looks, money, and fancy items are fine in movies, on stages, and great "fairy tales" in the great "Emerald City" that is renamed "Hollywood."
But, by being "Dorthy" in "Kansas" at least with her dog "toto"
She shall marry a normal guy, maybe excel in small business, or get short spurts of "spot light"
She shall smile and look back....
"I , at least was not a death notice in a Supermarket Tabloid..."
"A Scandal"
or "Told who I could befriend and who I am ordered to avoid."
"I won this fight in "Center ring.."
I saved my "true nature for my "after the dance was over life."
I changed out of my "dancing shoes..."
"I avoided being cut by fame and it's  icy cold and judgemental knife."
Kurt Philip Behm Feb 2018
Fear, like prejudice,
  should not be handed down

To fallow the orchard
—or barren the ground

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Mike Adam Oct 2016
Fear of caul
Fear of cord slimed
Round throat the
Screaming entry.

Two things only to avoid

Called from unseeded egg

No no not that,
Protect me.

To no avail

Failure the first,
Birth.

Today death stalks
Every breath
Beat and sense

Failure the second
No not yet
But...

Wheel rolls on
Nostalgic Nov 2018
Did you see it?
No you didn’t...
Your blink caused you to miss an entire existence
Now your perspective remains
Unchanged
Stagnant
Remains still
A lake
You thought it was peaceful
But it’s unhindered
It doesn’t grow
Stretches not
Selfish are you
That refuses a pursuit to truth
Now turmoil bleeds
Unseeded Apollo of the assassins creed  
Rocky benches where of the Forrest Gumps, between the Forestry dump

Are you better now?
Does the air claim refuge in your breathe
Your lungs together build an X-marked chest
Stand straight don’t disrespect me
Don’t let the apple choke your throat Adam
You blamed Eve for feeling indifferent yet you stand with a snake entangled around your spinal matrix
Incarnation is basic
I played capitalistic monopoly with a previous life’s manifested chess piece

Do you dare to dream.
Expressive aggression.

— The End —