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SinI’d like to be inside of you, but you’re too big; I don’t fill your space at all
I’d like to sin with you this night; you’re just a saint- holy and incorruptible
How I long to take you down….. Like you take a wall apart; brick by brick- you pound at it like a hammer upon ice-----
If I could give you my love- and our blood could become the same and flow in each other’s bodies….
We could take a holy communion without God, but be like him and save each other from virtue.
Light and darkness mix in my head and become inseparable from one another-like milk from cows….
I implore to you my dear; forget about your holiness and touch upon the earth--- she’s found a place for us here; lets sin my dear….
God surely has sinned too, yet we wouldn't know it; but let us not keep it a secret from one another……
Be my Saint George; sly the beast that is awake in me……. Let me take your body and redeem myself
The Devil Part TwoJohn Belmar has blond hair and a pair of blue eyes that fright the living daylight out of any person he meets. He’s neither tall nor short and has nice frame about him. When he was in high school he was the most athletic guy in the whole school; sitting as the football captain and wrestling leader. When he graduated he graduated with a four point o grade point average and with many honorable mentions and three scholarships. Mr. Belmar was the best of his class, no one could compete with him for halve of his mates quit upon being impressed by him and put themselves in second post behind his back and the other halve was already in the outer box doomed from the start. Mr. Belmar lost his parents after finishing his career and became the richest man in Blooden after he inherited their money. He married Jane Louis who was considered the most beautiful woman in her class and converted to her church upon marriage. Jane gave birth to two sons and a girl who John loved a lot and became ve
The Devil Part OneThe Devil Part One
The Devil once walked the streets of Blooden, California; every afternoon after dusk he’d walk around every corner of a town which though itself a city. He marched through Blueberry Lane Fourth Street, parade past Presidents Avenue, and step slightly on South Street.
The Devil loved Blooden, California way too much. He made himself at home there. Saint Paul’s Catholic Church was his palace, the Baptist Chapel his hotel room, the city council his main lobby, and every house in Blooden is his holy dome. He also ate in Blooden; for breakfast he’d eat at one of three fast food chains, at noon he had as spicy lunch with lots of jalapenos warped in a burrito at the local El Paso Restaurant, and for dinner he dined at the local relief shelter. The Devil lived in Blooden, California.
Blooden is a small town situated at the foot of the Central Valley. It was no larger than the a thousand people and boasted of a small economy the maintained a pack
BusI've wanted to write a poem about my bus rides
But I can’t stand still enough to seat all the way through this ride
Zeus! - This ride has been rare to say the least.
I see the bus driver and his heart warming smile
I see brothers who oppose each other.
Sometimes as the wheels roll
I get a good dose of sunlight
Other days the sky is dull and humid and depressed
As the bus rocks sometimes I see other people like me
Yet they’re not like me. And old Mexican woman from Oaxaca
Some Mexican men who are brunt from working in the under the reign of Helios
And they probably seek for Guadalupe’s help from day to day.
I've also seen homeless people with no God to call theirs.
Who roam from town to town, seeking friends and strangers, and they are always reproached by family.
I think once I also saw a transgender individual with her supportive brother or lover…. Seating next to her, meanwhile I thought that sight was sweet and heartwarming.
Though a most peculiar sight that
PaperShe came to our house and talked about many things that were written upon paper
She talked about happiness; her discourse came from a piece of paper
She conversed about God’s Law; and that too came from the same piece of paper
She insulted the beauty of the World
She suggested that Hawaii is a showcase of God’s beauty and hand about!
But I've seen the wonderful Monarchs in the forest of Mexico
As they flutter about
Shading green pines with their orange wings
Taking over every leaf that was colored green
Fluttering a ballet of life and dance in the light of the sun that came through a concealed forest
They were the best thing I have ever seen; yet this woman put it all upon paper along with Hawaii; a beauty that I’ll dream about and one that’s only on paper
And erased a moment so precious that must be restored from ashes of burnt paper
For why should beauty and happiness be found only upon paper?
And also why should we follow laws given by God and Governme
The American Dream is a LieThe American Dream is a lie
A creation crafted by Rich Men
I order to keep……. The poor dreaming
To keep the poor dreaming, about the rich, and to distract them
To distract the poor from asking their unhumble Politicians
From…. Improving human condition
The American Dream is a bed time story
That is told to poor children
So that they may envy Rich children
And forget about poverty and hunger
The American Dream allows us to deny that the country is astray
That our Republic is slipping down the pipe lines
That the Capitalist Harlots are molesting this Nation
They are molesting this Nation under one God
That one God is green
And has promised diamonds and happiness to his cult members
And has promised an illusion that is more false then Disney’s promise of love
That God is The American Dream
And his High Priest seats in the White House, the church of that almighty God!
No matter what banner hangs behind the high alter
No matter the color of the banner
The SnakeI was asleep
And found myself
In a tropical forest with pink ferns
And tall trees
With a dark and warm night
And light breeze
Blew across the dreamy scenery
I was on a tree
And a snake slithered up to me
It commenced to talk
And what could it talk about?
All snakes inquire, that’s what they do.
The snake asked me to consider if I, if I’d like to beaten by it
It hissed it tongue up and down
And gazed at me with black button eyes
Anticipating an answer
I considered the thought of being beaten.
Would it hurt? How should I know?
It might tickle? It might burn?
Thought it’d be just like dying; how can anyone know if hell and heaven are there?
I thought once more…. Knowing that if I said no, I might never get another chance to get bitten by a snake
-Talking or not-
I answered yes-no-yes- Oh hell yes
Before I could change my final answer
He bit me……………..
Pain ran up my leg
I woke up with a cramp …….
That vile dev
I’m an Aztec
I've got brown eyes
I speak Spanish
I am brown
I've got black straight hair
And some strange eyes that captivate girls and boys
I am American ….. This is my homeland ……
Filled with countries from the North Pole all the way down to the tip of the South Pole
It has a long river
An extensive forest
Some dry deserts
There are deer and bears
Jaguars and parrots
Guayaba and hibiscus
Are both good when drunk cold!
La Tortilla Latina has a Crown
It is made of corn and wheat
Our singers are black and come from the sea
Our singers are white and come from mainland
We the people are brown and descend from indios
¡Yo soy Latino!
Eres guapoEres guapo
Como la luna
That’s all I can think of
You by the moon
Eso ojos bellos
They shine in the light of the sun
And every night they kill me in my dreams
tú estás conmigo siempre
Eres una rosa roja
Y me vuelvo loco por ti
You’re the one that I need
And yet life doesn't want it so
Come and be my amante
And give me besos
En la boca
.my soul is still splattering blackness
at my brewing fate;
terror has my feet fastened to the stars
of the unforgotten, & yet my heart is
ready to bleed crimson for you.
I'm armed to love again,
you kiss with the faith
that was stolen from me.
DiscreetWhat I miss most is not the sex
but the moments that slipped quietly by
like brushing our teeth together
in matching pajamas, you turning
to me and saying, pasty foam
running down your chin,
“You know what love is?
Love is being stupid together.”
Reflections of Loves Gone ByReflections of loves gone by shimmer through the night
Like fractured colors of a prism of all that once felt right
Chills surround my heart as I feel once again the pain
Of the words good bye stinging and cause my soul to strain
To hang on, hang on, hang on, and believe again
That my life is worth the finding of love true
Snow falling outside reminds me that all were unique in their way
Some were kind, some were gentle some cut as thunderstorm’s lightening sprays
Burning me in ways beyond any human conscious of any human hand
Flames erupt and magic fills my room, piercing the dark with a gift grand
All begins to be burned away in the kindness of your touch upon my skin
The knowledge of passion felt begins to bloom as spring once again
My soul burns with the soft rays of a warm sun, words whispered are a precious raining
What is to come who can say, what is to be is beyond any understanding
But I rise to find a new day, and in your trust I find a new way
A path strewn now not wit
Passions RevivedBroken, like a stained glass window, laying in colored pieces of a heart on the floor
Shattered, like a pane of glass, muddied as it lays on the earth below
Splintered, like the finest of crystal, slivers lying like sharp icicles on the snow
Tears, like tiny rivers, silver crystal streams that flow from the soul
Questions lay unanswered as words fall as whispers into my palm
Why is a word cursed, a three letter incantation cast forth as a wicked spawn
How is now a nowhere route, ending in a dirt road of barbed wire drawn
But is a period, an echo of nothingness that spills out into the shadows before dawn
A heart can break, a soul can shatter, a spirit can splinter - so is the destruction
And yet, there lingers a tiny flicker of a flame, piercing through it all with a candle’s obstruction
Bearing in its firey fingers supernatural flowers of tiny echoes that repeat ore as in a bell tower
Hang on to your passion, let it not be ever squandered, nor let it be stolen by evil powe
aphrodite had her brutal lovers.my books listen to my 3am whispers and absorb my tears.
their creases fold like mine and bookmark old affairs-
but leave me hanging like drapes on the broken bed posts.
every fire-ridden song comes with ghosts.
they make sweet love to my ears, treasure me;
but they tend to do their time and leave, sting like a bee.
a temporary fill-- like a one-night stand
but like many things, their aftereffects may come unplanned.
coffee was the bad boy; entoxicating like a drug.
snuck him in at midnight, he was one bad thug.
he kept me up all night and made me scream-
but for the record, he was a bitter teenage dream.
speaking of dreams, is sleep not pure bliss?
the darkness gives me the best goodnight kiss.
it wraps me up as if to keep me safe in it's heat-
only to /burn/ me at the fucking stake, my nightmares uncomplete.
whisper, sweet prince, i'm delirious.
but fuck, handsome, let's be serious.
i'm running out of words to describe my feelings--
bargaining with the devil, basking in his dealings.
Another fallen Pin up girl.Sometimes I think of you together.
Jealousy settles in it's course
Then I remember...
Me and her we're a like..
That round style face
The Dark hair..
The quirky interests..
The fact that she is now
What I used to be ..
And what was I ?
A pin up girl for your wall
Bent around the edges
With only time to wear me down..
Cher, Ex Amant[Dear, ex lover]
Cher, ex amant
I promise to get rid of the poems
you’ve written for me,
to forget the late night talks we’ve shared,
And marry a man that will care.
I’ll give my heart to him,
The way I was never able to give it to you,
and when I have a daughter,
I promise to look at the innocence in her eyes,
Hold on to her naivety.
When she falls in love
And gets her heart broken,
I’ll write strength down her spine,
fill it with independence
while whispering your name in my pillow.
If she asks me what I said,
I’ll tell her that I know how it feels
to love someone so much
that it feels as if your heart might burst.
I’ll tell her that she needs to be strong,
to ignore the acidic butterfly in her stomach,
that feels as if they want to rip out
and fly away.
white/shadowwhite/shadow 3/7/14 ©
there is such eloquence suffused into your skin
the tips of my fingers trail skeins of poetry as they glide
over the succulent and luscious curves of your body.
you are a kind of redemption to me
you exist in a place beyond even the most
of my intricate and esoteric words
and words are one of my mightiest magicks
something I was both born to and spent years honing
you are ineffable…
though I certainly try.
how can I speak
either of the radiance of your reluctant smile
or of the incandescent and fierce joy
that dawns across my face when I so much as think of you?
the algorithm of fractals
written into the deepest fabrics of life
perhaps can come close to the definition
of the ways in which you and I are interwoven,
the strains of the most glorious symphony
can perhaps but begin to evoke the ecstatic state
we share as our skin brushes against one another.
you are an exponential, logarithmic catalyst
to the actions I already take
upon my o
IntoxicationWhat can intoxicate the brain faster than a gulp of beer?
And make the soul sink to the deepest abyss in the ocean?
What would I give to live in a different version of reality?
One in which you and I are in each other’s arms –kissing and loving
Kissing and loving our hours away
Wasting our hours away every second
Wasting every second of the night in the company of the long and dreadful night
But instead I miss you as the cold and dreadful night devours my dreams
I miss you as my thoughts take ride on a train that run into a wall of misery
I miss you as you; yet I know you might not even thing of me, let alone miss me
I’d wait upon a dock; only if I knew the truth.
If knew that you miss me too and want to put an end to darkness of the night
But it might be in the darkness of the night
That you make love to her and not me; and she consumes me with the coldness
And takes my heart away; beat after beat
She won’t let me go
Because it is you; who can intoxicate my bra
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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