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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
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
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!
Soft MiddleThe walls were closing on my mind,
Everything was breaking bind by bind,
Nothing in my world was fine,
Was it wrong to want one person to call mine?
His eyes were arrows sent flying across the room,
With one shot my heart needed its own tomb,
His smile wrecked me with crooked perfection,
Was it too soon to get an erection?
The bass drum and the snare made a lovely pair,
I fantasized about being able to put his hair,
Soon he caught me face to face,
“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”
The warmth of his hands was a pleasure,
I wanted him to make me his treasure,
Oddly he was sweet and gentle,
He wasn’t a walking porno rental.
Suddenly it was all quite real,
I was the one he wanted to make squeal,
He was pressed against me ready to get rubby,
“Are you sure you don’t mind me being chubby?”
“You goof ball, I love your bit of tummy”
“Can’t you see you’re sweet as honey?”
“Truly, dear, you’re fit as a fiddl
song of the dollsPum pa la pa la pa pum
Listen to our song.
Dolls dressed in outfits made of the finest silk.
What could go wrong?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Listen listen do you hear it?
It's the song of the dolls.
Pitter patter blood covers the floor.
Help me please sombody help!!
The screams fill the room.
Ha ha ha haha
Isn't it fun?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Ohhhhhhhhhh it's so much fun!
It is the song of death it's the song of the dolls.
My body aches and bursts,
He humid cold sweat
weeping from every pore.
My soul longs for the touch
Of your fervent pelt,
Rolling and unrolling in tune.
The tendrils of sticky passion
Slip stealthily in my mind,
Overriding the impulse control.
A palm with vagabond antennas
Reach out the synapse between--
Hoping to consume every sense.
Valentine from a SuccubusWithin you is where I will be -
Crouching in the pits of your pliable mind.
Within you, my fingers will explore
Each corner, each crevice of your being.
I'll stroke, burn, and gag you,
Restrain you until I find the hard facts.
My tongue presses into the flesh
Of your soul-suit, the sweet coating melts
Around you to liberate the centre.
You're free to be.
Free to act out your darkest fantasies.
Untitled"...and desire walked in...."
There you were- a striking figure
Stealing glances my way
Looking at me like you want to crawl into my thoughts and stay awhile
The way you say my name should be a sin
Low and erotic- to give me a hint of what's on your mind
Desire walked in the day we met.
ice-by kaito shionIce the one thing I love.
Ice cream my happy place.
Ice my stress reliever.
Ice sweet and cool.
Ice I love it!
Ice sooooo good!
Ice can't get enough!
Ice eat it every day of the week!
Ice melts so easily.
Ice don't you like it to?
Ice nice cool chilly to the touch.
Ice how I love you so.
Ice well, what more can I say?
Ice I love it 0\\\w\\\^
NegativesIn her arms i am become a creature of innate darkness, of insatiable hungers.
Ravenous i feed upon her energies as we entwine.
When darkness feeds on darkness the hunger multiplies in each of our breasts.
It is thankful that our bodies are no stronger than they are for fatigue is all that saves us from our exponential lusts.
We collapse together like weak kittens too long at play, our monsters hidden for a moment, exhausted from their cannibalistic ravishings.
For a fleeting instant we are innocent again as we lay together having passed through a crucible of one anothers pain and pleasure.
In this, our passion, our perversion, our carnality two negatives become a positive.
This is why she haunts me, our devils dance well together and being broken neither of us fears the dark.
UntitledIf I could put it in to words
The way you make me feel
I'd tell you how I long for you
To feel our two hearts merge
I'd tell you how I need for you
To feel your skin on mine
I'd tell you how I want for you
For our lips to meet
If I could put it into words
The way you set me on fire
I'd tell you that one touch from you
Has me weak with desire
I'd tell you how the burning
Of just one kiss
Leaves my body yearning
For all the things I miss
If I could put it into words
The way you leave me breathless
I'd tell you that my head goes crazy
At the simply sight if you
I'd tell you that my body needs for you
To lay your hands upon me, please don't ever stop.
If I could put it into words
I'd tell you that I need you, that I want you, that I can't breath without you.
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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