Poetry ~ Kill Your Quagmire

Individual’s hidden challenge.
Never master inner toils.
Doomed in a quagmire of existence.

One’s own making.

Better to fail challenged.

No pride in mediocrity.

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Poetry ~ Realities Final Thrust

Visions of deviant dances.
Butterflies on the wind.
Dark showers light.
Over increasing momentum

Trigger point of beauty.

Every hour’s passing becoming encompassed illusions possessed.

Universal intelligence.
Void between light and darkness.

Eternally wild with sexual fascination of bestial fornication.

A Muse’s darkest beauty.
Mind delight coal.
Awaiting caress: hand, mouth, finger tips.

Sound waves of pleasure and pain.
Mixed on shores of caress; bruises of malicious delights.
Pondering flesh taste as it turns from shades of pale.

New color wheel. I seek to bring.

Awaiting, heart’s beat. So quick. Unable to stop.
Unwavering space between orgasm and death…
Most tantalizing of treats.

Salivating glances cannot be hindered.

Midnight day dreams become realities final thrust…
Penetrative explosion of souls intertwined.

Moments of cruel intimate kindness leaves parties breathless.
Fruits from the forbidden trees and tresses
Fallen to feat accomplished.
Passion’s blissful breathing which force could not stop.

Tears of ecstasy and pain mingle for another biting caress.

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Poetry ~ Deadly Surprise

Perception twisted by mind rape escapist.
Frustration. I forget to value…

Myself.

Placing True You on shelf.
Behind…
Glass eyes and porcelain thighs.

Deadly surprise.

My demise.
Your Lies.

Despising the rise.
Raised to believe.

Disease of ease.
Love’s cooling breeze.

Body oder wheeze
Springs from the trees.

Mistreated smile child.
Ride of stride

Grin vile again.
Never happiness within.

It all begins again…

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Poem ~ Veil of Jadedness

Better used a thousand times.
Taken advantage of in a million ways.
Than to allow a dark veil of jadedness.

One.
Single.
Inch.

Eyes covered from beauty
Hidden from interaction.
A mystery of reaction.

Crimes bitterness inflicts.
Oft, allowed luxuries.

No more!

Adore life given chore.
Despise reprise of inner lies.
Choice is the voice employed.

Forward moving, despite pain, sadness, or joy.

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Poetry ~ Battery Powered

Constitution weakens.
Exhale shorter.
Every moment droning.

Muscles cry.
Struggling just to want.

How to keep strength?
Battery powered existence. Removed.

Reserves depleted.

Impossible to live.
Harder to move.
Impossible to think.
Harder to breath.
Impossible to care.

Without you.

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Poem ~ Ahead Life!

Survivor, so tired, too tired.
Enough fighting anymore.

Here, right now.
I say…

Go ahead life! you won!
Take me you win!

The End…

Sad joke. Cruel jest.
It is not within…

To give over, give up, or give in.

Fighter, lost inside self deprecating hate.

Back me against the wall, please!
Then at my best…

No matter how hard.
No matter how tired.

Must keep fighting, no doubt.
Survive to fight again.

Poetry ~ Laying on Cotton and Foam

Contemplating, resting spot.
Pillow made of Gouda…

Seams to rip spaghetti strings from my cranium.
Since I felt everything, I told them.

Awash with cookies and empty containers of crème.
Diamond glass heart of cheese.

Centered, I used to feel mozzarella.
Sadly, those days left when she did.

Easily broken peace; lost & grating
Marble and Gorgonzola, sliced with care.

String broke again weakness of green.
Without climate control.
These actions, These feelings.

Mold.

So I tore off before you could retrieve me.
Too close, I ran from mighty cheese.

Fermenting without purpose in unknown cave.

What will I become? Will I be gruyère or the grave?
Maybe just rind, garbage.
Nothing to be save.