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A Viral VideoThe president is elected by the people
And so is the congress they
Both undermine each other
And the people cry
The president appoints a cabinet
The cabinet a appoints minsters
And the ministers elect bankers
And the money in the land turns to dust
The sectary of state wants a war in the east but peace in the south
The president wants a war in the south and peace in the east
The media throws stones at both of them
And God just laughs away
God is a funny guy!
He set it all up
To watch like
A Viral video.
UntitledIf I could tell you that I miss you--
That I love I do--
But I know that you don’t--
Why I even bother to petition the gods of love…
For your thoughts, for a sign, for you?
I don’t know why?
If I could have you
I know I’d give my life
Just to be with you!
But you don’t care that I love you
It’s just a phase to you.
I pray for you
And hope for you
But not even flowers blossom that fast
And your mind is just cold
And your eyes are just old
But you’re so cool to me
I’d be in your brave heart
And be with your iron life
If you’d open the gates
And let me into your garden
This night wouldn’t be as cruel.
Fire burns and roses sprout
I count every hour of the day
Till I meet you once again
Sometimes Time deceits-
And you're not there…
Other times Time rewards-
And we lose hours in a river of lust
Oh how painful every second is-
I wasted time down the drain….
And how bitter sweet it is when you're there-
The wait was worth the while….
And when you hold me virtually –
Every flower blooms with excitement
But when you're not there—
The night freezes every living being.
He is evil and cunning---
But not like you;
You're sweet to me.
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
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
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
nightblind insightslover let me quiver out my phase
and swallow flack
like darling terraforms.
that misplow the verges
with eve-run clamor.
hand in hair
and tongue unchecked prodding
from riverbed to soft canal.
bit lip stammer
rubbing rushes in time
and my cheeks flush and rival
Secret LoveSecret love
For the time declared
That the royal were the Heaven sent
Then no mere mortal could touch
Let alone look upon the face
So the lady served in Ur
Yet every night she lay alone
And dreamed of a secret love
Still many nights passed by
But she could only dream
One eve toward the date of her birth
The lady heard of one man
Bold and proud in his heart
She was certain he could share
She disguised as a common woman then
And rushed to meet him in the grove
They searched for a secret spot
Therein they looked into each other's eyes
And vowed to love until they died
It has been long years
But we remember, she and I
We meet again like before
To resume our tender secret love
Ophelia, my Belovedyou dreamed a crystal clear blue mirror surface
where the object of your desire was reflected
you embellished your memory with flowers and dressed it in white
carefully you folded your tears in linen
you buried your sorrow in boats of dream
which would never ever return again
and you stepped towards the surface of reflection
where the moon had dropped all of its being
the silky white swish of your dress you gave away
to be touched by the blue surface of reflection
in the centre of desire you won peace
and your whole being touched the dream behind the veil
your dead body was found on the beach in the next morning
it was partly under the surface like an abandoned rose
compared to you i am only the prince of shadows
immortal doubter and denier for ever more
bright string of light you were dream from dream light from light
I bring my flowers and my poems on your grave over and over again
With Love and Desire Immortal
There are moments when we need only silence
When neither I compose verse nor we listen to music
Anyone lost deep and not caring to be found
Will know the wherefore and the why
His words of devotion are my poetry
Her voice and sighs of delight are my music
That is all we need
We are deep
Lost and happy to be lost
Poetry and music
To each other
Too much...Maybe it was you
Maybe it was me
Maybe I had no clue what we were meant to be
Sometimes, I wondered what I'd do without you...
Sometimes, I didn't know if you cared
So many times I tried to convince myself that wasn't true
But every time, ended up in a pit of despair
What we could be, Whats we could have been
It was to much, You and that smug grin...
So I drew the line, said no more
It hurts to the core, but there's more chances than one
To find another one...
Lament kruchego spaczeniaZatonąć w głębokich oczach,
Ciemnych duszy przezroczach,
Nie ujrzeć przenigdy dnia.
Chłonąć ciepło jej ciała,
Istotę radości, gdy cała
W cichych oddechach drga.
Sycić się ust jej ruchem
Gdy rozmownym rozlewa się duchem
W poezji swych jasnych myśli.
Czynić lepszym każdy jej dzień,
Przeganiać z twarzy ten cień,
Co w smutku czasem sens wyśni.
Karmić się jej widokiem,
Poić codziennie tym słodkim sokiem,
Słowa z warg jej spijać.
Być jej oddanym i wiernym,
Na głos czekać bez przerwy
I uśmiech co nie przemija.
Leżeć na trawie miękkiej
I delektować się dźwiękiem
Obu tętniących serc.
I nucić tylko jej imię,
I widzieć, że Słońce ginie,
I odsunąć od siebie śmierć.
SweetGenuine ingenuous thumbnail
in between her teeth
brings forth a new twist
of the knife that love always carries
It's not yet the middle of the night
but already a new day has begun, because
I have her perfume enclosed in my skin
and a pressure in between the thighs
that makes the moon above and the labia
restless dreamsoh sleepy
the sleepy poppies
all their dreaming powers
are conscious and aware
all nights and all days
just like on a night like this
but this dream is more real
than any other dream in my life
it rings a sad bell in my heart
this funeral of all moments
happy moments and joyous ones
sad and miserable moments
of this midsummer night
this is the very early morning of mourning
but i can still see your smile
the very first which you gave me
the full blossom of your lips
the parfymed silk of your locks
now i'm sadness beyond all oceans
beyond all dusks and all dawns
the sadness beyond the horizon
sadness beyond sun and moon
in this dream
yours and mine
my tears fondle
your lips your loins
they fondle your sadness too
in this dream of yours and mine
you created symphony of your myths
with only one look of love
the myth of your lips
the myth of your loins
the myth of yout breasts
but now my tears is al
NaphthaDu bist der verwunschene Wald,
Die verbotenen Früchte, die sich meinem Griff entziehen,
Die Magie im Bannkreis, der Nektar der Insektenfalle,
Der Starkstrommagnet ohne Erdung,
Die Verdammnis hinter dem Schwarzschildradius.
Ich bin die Apokalypse,
Wilde Entschlossenheit, Fatalität und vollkommene Vernichtung.
Luzifer und Nemesis, Prometheus und Pandora.
Eiskalt leere ich Naphtha über die Rosen,
über die Wiesen, über die Felder,
über die Sträucher, über die Wälder,
über die Steppe, über die Ranken,
über die Pforten, über die Schranken.
Mit Augen sprühend vor Kriegslust fixiere ich deinen Blick,
zücke ein Streichholz, gleite über die Reibefläche mit dem roten Phosphor,
halte es vor deine Nase, lecke mir über die Lippen
und lasse es nonchalant fallen.
Der Untergrund fängt Feuer, eine Stichflamme schießt empor.
Rund um uns lodert alles lichterloh.
Das Feuer spiegelt sich in deinen Augen,
Title XIt was a hot day unlike any other summer day. The sun was like a cat clawing the sky in the summer evening as if it were a curtain.
It was a hot summer day and the dark sidewalk was melting away as a slow weak breeze blew across the land.
All of the creatures under heaven's doom were dying from the heat of the day. Yes; all of the creatures under heaven's doom were dying from the heat of the day, save for two creatures.
They are two creatures who under Helios’s pitiful kingdom; his eyes burning through the land every soul that inhabits the land of the cruel summer.
Helios’s eyes burned through everything except for a passionate love that hid behind a window.
Behind that window a different god had managed to burn the bodies that are inside the room that it must belong too. Eros has burned a golden arrow through two men.
Eros himself watches these hunks he touched with his arrow.
He saw as they both walked in the morning
He saw as the both made eye contact
He saw how they bot
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