Birthday Poem ~ 1776

1000 seven hundred and seventy-6 sexual deviants.
Sent forth 17 specializing specters.
Telling the 8 wonders of the world.

Ideas never change in the minds of the idealist.
Creeping crawling death.

Seek forth and find. World left behind.
World of now looks bored with freedom.

Gone is new-found hope.
Now, only new found dope.

Doping of mind’s lie.
Dopamine’s golden foray.

Death of beauty.
Freedom?

Bulging wasted life…
Under foot without change.

Color form monochromatic.
Change laden politicking.

False kindness!
Pukes in the face of change.

Reclaim today?
Rights you pissed away.

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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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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