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The Rodz we travel...22:36 Nov 19 2007
Times Read: 613
For Cassidy Rodz:
(Later to be known as Psycho John)
The Rodz we travel are few yet many to pave.
Your callused feet bleed from walking.
Your lungs collapse from breath removed – sucked through a straw that
Life has gnashed to nothing.
Feast of the flesh – we quaff with libidinal hunger – we starve as we yearn
We walk to reach the tomb.
The Tomb – Passive algolagnia –
Reverse your path – Wounds heal – Emotions heal to bleed as the razor slices again.
The Rodz we travel are glass…
Shattered.
More Random Thoughts from the inner me22:35 Nov 19 2007
Times Read: 614
MORE RANDOM THINGS:
To inquisitive to be straight
To inconsistent to be gay
To estranged – must be bi
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You are so fucking brilliant
You scare the hell out of me
You are so fucking brilliant
You scare the shit out of me
You are so fucking brilliant
You remind me of me except that
You are so fucking brilliant….
[bitch]
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He wants his fantasy.
You are hungry.
Feed.
He feeds your fantasies.
You hunger for more.
Addiction.
He wants his fantasy.
You need to feed.
Starvation.
He fulfills all…
Stuffed you return for more.
All – u – can – fucking – eat.
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From his brow sweat beaded – waiting to Fall
From his chest sweat begot sweat and trickled to her belly forming a pool in her button
His tongue and hers touch…salt mingles between them… the mixing of the fluids as they create a life force unparalleled in nature.
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WHAT? Stop this insanity
What? Why toy w/this insanity?
What? Laugh if you will in this insanity
What? DON'T take me there
In The Pit~ written for Maureen22:33 Nov 19 2007
Times Read: 616
IN THE PIT ~
Of my soul, I felt I knew you
IN THE PIT ~
Of my mind’s eye, I felt I knew you
IN THE PIT ~
Of my self, I wanted to know you
IN THE PIT ~
Of my dreams, I feel you
IN THE PIT ~
Notes not spoken words to learn of ourselves, until….
IN THE PIT ~
We meet – forever
Sandinista's Poetry Corner
22:32 Nov 19 2007
Times Read: 617
Dreams – the haunting obsession of life – the pendulum rocking towards that fatal finale –
Thoughts that rape a sub-conscious so pure – so flawed
Thoughts torment the inner self.
HE.
Breath so sweet – so pungent – skin melts the touch – welts – eyes engrave the heart – forever?
Eternity in his presence – yet only in Dreams –
Haunting obsession of LOVE on the bridge… I fall….
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He – this man of my slumber
Who is he?
He – this beauty with mahogany green changing eyes
Who is he?
He – this vision with sepia hair
Who is he?
He – this enchanter who charms with innocence
Who is he?
He – this Athenal chimera who calls to me
Who is he?
He – this stranger of my dream – my dream:
Lips barely touching mine, his breath soft, sweet –
His sex so near, so real – the warmth of him –
The smell of him – frankincense/sandalwood/lilacs and roses… Selfishly my lust drinks in his being
He – this fantasy, this mirage, this hunter now hunted
Who is he?
He knows not of me – how sad
He - Who is he? – Does he not also dream of me?
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