#606 Dec 28, 2012
I come alone,
my ransom clutched
in your hand.
crumpled, I come alone
my love as you said.
smudge of an artist
on a charcoal page,
your nothing wanting
the space between
my soph tication.
presumptions, in light
of my not hearing you
your echoes, my voice,
my grasping, to express
the only thing I have (or
want to have)
no control over.
as I walk, fingers spread
to reveal a note, she said.
#607 Dec 28, 2012
stress takes forms
of mischievous hecklers
conveyors. in adumbrations
I stagger, somehow failing
to recognise you,
staring back at me;
fragments of soliloquies
i’m the margin
of your picotee -
a high note,
sounded on a piano.
I flirt and flirt
and return to you
my lovely trick.
#608 Dec 28, 2012
…… your smile,
(call it grace)
that refuses to count.
that and your eyes seem old
enclosed by a pigtail frame
and a perplextion that hums.
call me grace
(and smile at me)
naked as you stand,
palms crossed as low
as they can reach.
is a lost noun in a cluster
of my doubts that is…....
even my sweet nothings…
..make cameo appearances
in my daymares.
marauding (like they did)
over your abated breaths.
each syllable spiked,
wanting to tear out
my throat something.
wanted to give back
something that meant
I don’t want to have
but I did, lose you….
even my sweet nothings
pull at the night’s
the new dawn is not
without their fading
#609 Dec 28, 2012
"THE OBSIDIAN THEATRE: >> Visceral Pleasures.<<"
Hello, and welcome to tonight's program !!
"We cascade down the visceral pleasures of the human psyche
We venture among the forgotten joys that penetrate our senses
All that I am is that which is said, All that is said is that of what I am
Beauty is skin deep and how deep our skins will be.
Suffer do we, for our flesh cannot not touch, for we crave what cannot be obtained
A desire that haunts our senses leaving our hands bare and our bodies hot
The breathing pace ascending with muscular anticipation
Feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine.
Your blood will run so warm and fast, that I’ll feel you heartbeat while we kiss beating to a rhythm of our own...and yet it is as ageless as time itself, playing a song that beckons the passion in us all
Say you want me....
Tell me that you need me
Tell me that no other will or can satisfy
That what you need is to pull your fingertips through my hair and feast upon my flesh
The throbbing heartbeat of lust amplifies over your senses.
Your sweat tastes sweet like that of a forbidden fruit.
You are not weak. You are strong...strong enough to tame a beast like me
A beast just waiting to unleash the lust that erupts inside me
Seeking the warm tantalizing flesh of my beloved that lays before me
Voices echo and reverberate in the bedroom;
A deep, dark cave of midnight ritual and nocturnal excursion
Welcoming the slow moving shadows, the guests and onlookers of our fleshy exhibition.
Moments lost in the abyss.
Lifetimes nurtured through relief
Relief from agony
Agony from life and all that dwell behind the false sense of comfort.
This false sense of comfort that was embedded in your mind from the people around you
Oblivious to the pain and degradation they bestow upon you
Why must you accept their taunts? Their selfish reign of bigotry?
Why can't you spread wings?
Why can't you drive away?
Why can't you be happy?
Is it some disillusioned morality?
Or it is some pitiful, force-fed obligations preventing you from having a life you always wanted.
Having a life you should be proud of living.
Everyone tells you “You can't do it” but I say, and I know you can. And why not? Everything tries to prevent you, but nothing ever can.
Does that man really love you? Does that woman even care about you? Are your friends really good people? Is the world really a swell place?
Are we all really innocent?
Don't be afraid to extract the forbidden dream, perpetuate it and watch it grow within the earth of your palms.
From the soil between your hands, sprouts the tree of life.
A tree that spreads its branches across the sky and towards the universe. Bark, leaves, branches, leaves...Trees"
NB:- This has been tonight's program. I'd like to thank the academy and all who made this possible. This includes: Love, passion, dreams, fruit, ambitions, hate, literature, zombies, nuts, guitars, greed, lust, hell, angels, heaven, God, Other-Gods, Osiris, Satan, Buddha, Marlon Brando, Sloth, Envy, Libraries, Movies, Pulp Fiction, Choke, Fight Club, Pride, Gluttony, disease, and all the other little people.
Please visit me again.....entry is free for the girls (if you are a girl) and you come here naked.
PS:- Not really a poem, but a writing exercise I developed. I treat it as monologue directed to an unknown audience/reader.
#610 Dec 28, 2012
Sweeping over, under
streams me into humble yearning me you me
cosmic accident renamed
in fullness found, an instant birth rebirth along excitement's wonderment
why is it that those lines you share exact
the very beat my being was before i knew it as it is?
those words are tender arrows
painful tips of beauty shone
these lips have given that eternal kiss before
your instep scent instilled from lung to spinal arch
roots can spiral chaos of this love for all
i care, there is no end to order forming you me you
a bright flame to crystallize in time, shatter lust beneath our nails
endless endless vibrant moan, i hear you once again
beneath the grass the union hums
a sameness of delight in sameness seeded by another unknown love
when perhaps we were of other forms
and spiraled in a sun akin to throbbing star remembered there
#611 Dec 28, 2012
With painted nails
she signed her name
across my back...
Scoring two perfect hearts
blood red and throbbing
#612 Dec 28, 2012
Completely wrapped in the beauty of it all,
Felt the ugliness grow from my chest,
Somehow there was a throbbing burst,
Started in the feet and sank up,
Ended in the throat and the heart,
It was like a shiver,
It whirls and burns,
Fingers searching and filled with ants,
Everytime that I hear them,
I can feel a aboot sitting on my grave,
Though I am alive,
Happy and Carefree,
Down in out into those shaken moments,
Just once in a while,
But enough to mention,
Maybe there’s a shockwave from these moments,
A wing flap and right next to me someone feels it,
They don’t know what to make of it,
But maybe they’d stop and
stare off for the first time,
Expanded and folded outwards,
Seeing and feeling what was once a personal quake,
Jostled from the run of the mill,
Totally mindless walking the earth,
By chance O if only,
Grateful to feel O so fearful,
O how wonderful it was.
#613 Dec 28, 2012
Check-Your -Pulse, can you feel the resonance throbbing gently
through this subtle discourse?
I constantly find your lustful innuendo to be an incredibly pleasurable experience. Like your a magical lyricist.., Your words urge to create masterful penetration's through laced pages with in me you bring out the artistic'ness hidden deep with in me.
Rhymes and rhythmic vibrations build up until finally they gush forth with musical symbols, A stream of lyrics resounds in & out of my orchestra,
While we attempt to concentrate on our next feature.
You have me unable to distinguish the next verse for our repetition's,
Artfully your lyrics coincide with my own causing phrases to be come literate and a damn good read,
While you impregnate my text with all your, your lyrical kiss and your naughtiness.
Filling up my syllable's,......Reconstructin g my vocabulary.
Our rhyme is basic element that defines the couplet,(LOL) Coupling as we do.....or ( I wish we would ?)
Our consistent element is the repetition of form,
As in me and you forming as one not in-difference to you ,
Just with small changes, in your technique
As we face off while playing out these scene,
Your persistence of our sonnet reverberates like multicultural dance,
I'm competitive while feeling in awe of you.
Your sweet and saucy poetry ripples down my spine,
while our word play brings havoc to my mind.
Like a chant or a sweet harmonies.
Causing mental eruption's. Conversing about to end,
tactically you evoke emotional & sensual response,
But I think I'm keeping up with your lyrical poetic flow. Rhyme for rhyme,
as each adjective courses through me, in and out while you become a
I'm about to overflow as you cause me to rhythmically fall victim to insightful, lustful Poems!
(Written as an after-thought)
Since: Dec 12
#614 Dec 29, 2012
I am here in the Garden with my tea
While listening to the Sparrows
Watching lilies come to life
The butterfly distracts me
I watch it land softly upon the lavender
Whilst I think of you
Remember our last interlocution
Yes, of course I was that giggling girl of youth
Giggling of amorous attraction
Holding back the blush
From your presence
Artificial stars within the confines of the City
Do not compare
To the blanket of the Stars
Alas they never did
The wheat awaits the Harvest
As does this Woman
Set your compass my Sweet Love
Return yourself from the Sea
So that you may see the Blush of this ardent Woman
Who awaits you in the Garden
Since: Dec 12
#615 Dec 29, 2012
Feeling the resonance of your words I draw from your well of energy and fill you with my own. Pleasure was not meant for one and only one. Therefore, I am pleasurably entwined with your thoughts and prose.
Shall we write a symphony on blank pages and sing it to each other. Move beyond the prism of our minds. Like a mirror or refraction. Show me you’re light so I may move within the darkness.
Your written words are inviting and indulgent. Speaking to me even when I am not listening. Their penetration most welcomed by this Woman who is luminous from your words.
Exploration of rhymes and melodies never heard until this day. Mesmerized by your song as if a moth to the flame. Let us spin our silk together. Here in that which is our universe; our Garden. Together writing silken words that feel pleasing and orgasmic.
Since: Aug 09
#616 Dec 29, 2012
Nice poem Princess Hey ^^^^^^^^^ why did you change your name ? Just wondering . Have a nice night .
Since: Dec 12
#617 Dec 29, 2012
Forgive me If I have not a clue whom you are referring to.
#619 Dec 29, 2012
Downward dripping, dropping, drenching,
I cannot see it, but I hear it.
Staggering, splashing, spraying, streaming,
I cannot touch it. Still, I fear it.
Fears of drowning are astounding.
Water pooling and surrounding;
My heart thumping, knocking, pounding
with seduction are compounding.
I proceed when the static sounding falls beckon,
step lightly through the weeds
and am careful not to crush flowers with medicinal properties;
Sashay toward what has become white noise
with the poise of a noble knight.
Nights like tonight impede my sight.
the east has yet to reveal the light.
until then, I bravely invite the fright
and move along with a mantra to recite.
"I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
It is just water. Simply water. It is just water. Water. WATER!"
Masquerade cascade as they intensify.
I can hear the water crash becoming magnified.
Free from sin or purified,
Advancing toward the spring
in the spring
declares me terrified.
Treading through the woods
I’m getting pricked by many thistles.
Some are grounded lying low and
some as high pitched as a whistle.
Drawing closer, light is breaking.
Running back? I’m contemplating.
Hands are shaking.
For the light to show it up,
for the fright to make me jump, but
what I feel is so abrupt.
I hold my breath and I jump in.
Never mind if I can swim.
I’m indulging every whim.
I am in love with what I dread.
I cannot wrap this around my head.
Fully submerged, although I’m lead
All of this is meant to make me scream,
but I feel high and so supreme
resisting floating down the stream.
and am enjoying every breath I breathe.
Enjoying every lovely scene.
I love the monochrome of green.
I have the whole world in my view.
My fears seemed vast, but they are few…
A microcosm of the blues.
#620 Dec 30, 2012
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
and the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.
With burnt mouth red like a lion’s it drank
The blood of the sun as he sauntered sank,
And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine
When the eastern conduits ran with wine;
Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss,
And hot as a swinked gypsy is,
And drowsed in sleepy savageries,
With mouth wide a-pout for a sultry kiss.
“M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S”
Since: Mar 12
And Have A Happy New Year
#621 Dec 30, 2012
whats the use trying for something you know is never gonna be..why???whats the use of loving something that was never yours to begin with..
Why??..so long to something ,someone,what??have a great life..to whomever,whatever.when you get off your high horse and get down to my level look me up..other wise keep looking else where..just keep looking..keep walking..keep pushing forward..
#622 Dec 30, 2012
I want to rest in the space between your outstretched feet.
You adjust, put one heel on top of the other’s toes,
a slant tower. I find nothing but spectacular beauty in this.
There’s a movie in the background and the house is full of
the noise of opening and closing kitchen cabinets.
Full of nothing. The carpet under your feet is still carpet.
It would be more difficult to walk away.
“M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S”
Since: Mar 12
And Have A Happy New Year
#623 Dec 30, 2012
not for you..you have done it so many times its natural for you..like taking a breathe..turn and walk away...its okay and all good....
#624 Dec 31, 2012
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My angry dear lady;
This truth, this hard
And precious cold stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed....
Well......not me anyway !
#625 Dec 31, 2012
There is love in the depths of these sheets
proclaimed by the promise of nothingness
let's fair on the frolic of fantasy that flickers
festering in the fondling of feisty fingertips
I desire you. I admire you. I adore you.
I implore you. Let's explore this very room.
dark souls in the dark skins of a delicious dance
dark phases. chocolate faces. nothing more yet
something more that pleads us to proceed onward
I'm in the love with the way that you love me
not with the way that you don't love me
yet you fuck me better than the ways I've felt
since I've discovered said deviant delectable positions
make me hurt. make me squirt. bite your shirt.
lovely, yet lonely looks from the view of a camera view
I'm in love with you. Let's make love in this hotel room
don't hurt me like the ones in the past. you promised me
...I know, I promised. but my stars are not aligned with yours
each thrust that I give is but a placebo of a life that
I'm not yet ready to live with you, yet inside of you
while the remnants of each moan perpetuates alongside you
each cigarette burn is but a reminder in how I'm not acquainted
with your need for secure love. security and love
it's a damn shame that I can't provide this type of passion
but my body is a weapon that you fell in love with
beneath the guise of a brand new life
cut like a knife, sliced just right. you became mine, alright
dirty words bathed in clean climax. like perfection.
immaculate intimacy bled like a promise never kept
instead I kept my worth in the sway of my pants
flirting with your soul. Hurting your soul. Perverted in service
as you yearned for control.
here in this silent night, beside me. Beside you.
I became a poet the moment I slide inside of you
silently. privately. The naivety of our love song
#626 Dec 31, 2012
For the life of me, I know I'd surely die
should you and I part
and my heart will break into parts
that will be deemed lost, forever
as time turns us into grumpy old souls
let us still find enough love
within us to still hold us together
despite the issues and the faults
and the arguments
still smile that wonderful smile
that melted the ice around my heart
and took a leap of faith towards you
still look at me with the eyes of a woman in love
and I will still look at you
as if you are the greatest discovery I have found
help me to know that there is hope
in a hopeless world
show that the light of love still exists
every time you show me the truth of you
let me know that I can love you
without judgment and cause
simply because... I love you
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