condemn

Condemn the hopes of angels,
list inky dreams and then,
capitulate to misery;
render hopes defamed.

Generate a single goal,
sense that bitter end,
channel fears toward it;
smell the fires of hell.




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Secrets

Code of self eternal,
mystery of the soul,
cipher of my being;
enigma known of old.

Oracle of spirit,
star of inner worlds,
secrets of my psyche;
so the story's told.

Key to inner mind,
password of the heart,
classified and magical;
all that I impart.

So the hidden senses,
call in deepest song,
esoteric fantasies;
where the me belongs.

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What happened to you

What happened to you?
I wish that I could ask,
that question, but mostly
I wish that you could

answer it. Perhaps you
can, but I suspect you
cannot, and anyway, I
cannot ask it, just as I

cannot ask, where did
you go, this person we
knew for so long, who
was replaced by some

one so different, so un
like you, so much a
stranger, and yet in
your form, with your

face, your voice and
all of those physical
things we had always
known, as you, but

now, revealed as some
one, so different, so
changed, so distant,
so unknown, with no

way of knowing how
it all happened, or
even why, the you we
knew was now gone,

and could not be found
by us, and perhaps not
even you, that is, if you
knew that you, was even

missing, and I think you
must, but still, psyche
demands you take new
form and so I cannot ask,

What happened to you?

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I could curl up
in a small corner of my life,
huddled between two walls,
catching the rays of hope which

fall, like forgotten sunshine into
the shadows, warming the cold,
hard floor, soothing my weary
bones as they fold into myself,

caressing the edges of my form,
reminding me that there is
safety, seclusion and forgetting,
as light fades across my eyes,

and night calls the day to a close,
allowing just the fading of the
moon, to settle down with me;
until once again, I must stand.

Lust

Electric minds made manifest,
in passionate embrace,
that savage call of purest lust;
so does the heart full race.

In colour rushing relevant,
in thrilling, deep, disgrace,
so does the force of nature,
of reason leave no trace.

World is wondrous amplified,
in feelings deep intense,
magnificent and frightening;
rejoicing every sense.

That dance of purest being,
surrendering to sex,
uncontrolled and thrilling,
until the moment's spent.






Electric, adjective: Of, worked by, charged with, or producing electricity; (of a musical instrument) amplified through a loudspeaker; (of a color) brilliant and vivid; having or producing a sudden sense of thrilling excitement.

Passionate, adjective: Showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief; showing or caused by intense feelings of sexual love.

Savage, adjective: (Of an animal or force of nature) fierce, violent, and uncontrolled; cruel and vicious; aggressively hostile; (chiefly in historical or literary contexts) primitive; uncivilized; (of a place) wild-looking and inhospitable; uncultivated; (of something bad or negative) very great; severe; noun: A member of a people regarded as primitive and uncivilized; a brutal or vicious person; verb: (especially of a dog or wild animal) attack ferociously and maul. 

 

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Sigh

Sigh of love abandoned,
deep scars of loss and grief,
full heart alone and silent;
that holy place bereaved.

Arrival of some healing,
stray chords of the soul,
pale but still believing;
chime of sorrow's toll.

Days ingest the minutes,
years the many months,
plain the diet of healing;
laughing, hurt confronts.

Time salves any wounds,
angels do the rest,
hope remains eternal,
through the darkest test.


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