Category: Poetry
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Bleeding Deeds, Life’s Lust
I lead with my heart, letting deeds bleed me cold. The cruelty of form and substance was told, teach this boy to be a man, to claw and cling for every scrap, this life is our trap and rapture, and all the bleeding a must to trust. Launch yourself into oblivion, again and again unknowingly…
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Living Paradise
Eking out a living in this paradise Gimme Johnny Walker, neat, no ice A few more of those I’ll be alright Getting me through a long slow night Twisted pain of death lines my face Another chance tomorrow my saving grace I’m here to fight, never say die Always chasing truth never a lie Eking…
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The Passion of The Kiss
A faint memory stains my vision but the body remembers exquisitely for more addiction to develop erotic demands the attention in solitude screaming passion electric undercurrent stimulating pheremone cologne and a fiery belly shivering down to groan the delicious whispers of fantasy found in starburst red wet slick juicy full lips ripe with desire tasted…
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Crow’s Call Revealed
As the crow brings wing to a taunting call and the float plane drones on overhead I am seated firmly on the old cedar log secure in the resplendent nature that surrounds me I fantasize about life with coffee on hand and cigarette smoldering between fingers With one last drag and licking of lips I…
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Too Right, Rotten Sod
Dirty, low-down, rotten sod I am every so often, some days more often than not, I need added spice to feel refreshed, alive, and powerful, pampered, preened, and cockatoo, doodle-dee-do-doo; I am a man, and a boy, sometimes even want to be your toy, slip-sliding away upon your fantasy life risks nothing to demise little…
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The Light Crack
Fade from black, it never came back what they look for, they never knew I found myself caught in the crack he sings about it, you know we thought it was between the crack and a hard place it isn’t — it’s just the crack, don’t get caught in a tight one yes, that is…
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Poetry | Soul Healer
Kiss me, kiss me true kiss me deep when I’m blue heal all my warm wet tears salted sweet over the years tasted lightly on your tongue the dream to be forever young a salty taste of bitter-sweet a glorious chance we did meet arm in arm and heart to heart you’re my heaven, my…
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Poetry; Life’s Bitter-Sweet Ecstasy
Gazing down into the rich creamy darkness remembering this emptiness of daily life textured rich as a chocolate fondue; staring lost in the black glistening nothingness swallowed by the thick creamy melt-in-your-mouth savored taste of life diminished bite by bite until, a pleasant bitter-sweet after taste holds an empty wrapper, recalls the solitude lost on…
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Poetry | Dichotomous Truth
Refined ignorant masses of sexual beasts Controlled existence to behave civilized Locked in the prison of every mind The fantasies of truth subverting lives Questions of insanity always abound Creating chaotic confusion in doubt The facade growing heavier with time Weight collapsing as cracks crumble Unable to withstand the growing appetite Left untended deep within…