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the rose of ebon bled crimson
dark pleasure fled my head and lungs
her lace like night, the moon is flesh
lady moon of blood-red clenched
by my shadow grasp and litanies sung
I have got just the fifty percent of your heart
our lives are indeed divided
as if they weren't already by the brutality of life
I feel like a prisoner
maybe men made life into a prison
they arrested their soul
I feel like I have lost something
I feel like true happiness is impossible
because of them
I feel like this world isn't made for free spirits
I feel like under the law of a powerful universal tyrant
that rule everything
I feel like I'm a cathedral in the desert
and I have just wilderness
and they have everything
except what I have
and so they are unhappy, having everything
and I resist, having nothing
but I still am in this wasteland
in this arid wilderness
alone, I'm indeed an hermit
against the world
with a message who could free them all
but I know very well the fate of prophets
and I don't accept it
I am a giant and noble rebellion
I condemn this stupid world
May it fall, may it collapse
may be destroyed, this unjust world
Fire, hidden in the darkest night
hidden from every powerful man
unknown, under the ground
it resists
facing a world of terrifying darkness
it is the fire of Hell
the fire of justice
we still here, after centuries of genocide
burning for truth
burning in the name of nature
against an ugly and unjust world
burn this world
purify
with the fire of philosophy
die, transform, overcome, destroy, create, fight!
SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
a deadly curse upon God
you will never have my unique soul
I will fight against the whole world
and if I will die you won't survive me
a challenge, a noble duel
unequal fight, but what is equal?
Conquer your might! Defeat who is superior!
Take his heart, eat it for Mars!
Blessed be the crazy ones
Cursed be the idiots
crazy like a true revolutionary
one, who, with a sentence, issue a sentence of death!
Who is afraid of words?
I know who! These words are a knife
a noble knife of someone screaming
DON'T TREAD ON ME
a knife that frightens the evil men
a knife of justice!
deadly, bloody words, you may be hurt
and they are meant to that
words are swords that hurt
a poem can be a true duel
I'm a warrior, and I challenge
cursed be who doesn't fight
is already a slave
nothing you will get
without struggle
nothing you will achieve
without true hate
death to the dead
cries nature
death to this dead world!
TITSEyes of forest upon eyes of midnight
our souls become singular and flowing
like a soft and meandering current
filling one and then the other
and then the other again,
until we are each the same stream
Fingertips made of satin stroking skin
made of silk stretched over stone
my body feels heavy and hot,
desire stoked into fire when we speak
ciphers made of love and of dreams
sculpted around our longing.
Bottom lips escape into tight spaces
between teeth and tongues dart out
of their own accord to wet lips
yearning to taste the first kiss that
will bring with it the tide of satiety,
but first of taste and touch.
Sharply inhaling breaths forged solely
from adoration reserved for lust,
from a white hot need burning in my chest
clumsy, shaky fingers grip my own skin
while my tongue wets lips gone dry
at the sight of your wanting
The first long exhale, a sigh from your lips
that signals your climb towards the peak
has settled in and my fingers now belong
to the pitch of your stuttered breathing
and to the symphony of your wicked
and delicious suffering.
And when you come apart and I say your name,
I splinter into a million tiny stars
my soul soaring closer and closer
to my sun until they begin to shimmer
and float lazily back to my body
where they settle in new configurations
TITSI should have mixed the pain(t)
before I raised my brush,
a devil hatched a saint
then stroked the white with blush.
The redness of these eyes
once radiant and lush
would palpitate with cries
in wounds I couldn't hush.
I should have kept my secrets
or mixed the reds with white
I might have cleansed my spirit
but grey was stealing light,
instead I played with blues
and envy's greenish hues
it's magic I would bleed;
another purple bruise.
Soon I had a canvas
that was black before my eyes
when all the rainbow colors
you might find to mesmerize
had faded with the beauty
and the portrait of my peace
I lost myself in pain(ting)
as I wept a masterpiece.
The colors of the hearts
that the world considers bland,
I should have mixed the colors
so beautiful and grand
instead I bled acrylic
on easel's, dead and damned
then smeared the dripping pain(t)
with the tears and years that ran.
For moment of passion of the night
Hold me deep holding me so tight
Under a beautiful site
Stars ocean waves we embrace
Wildly kissing passionately kissing your face
I'm so crazy over you
My fallen Angel I cry for you
For your love to rescue me from
My heartbreak
My fallen angel I cry for you
holding me
Making love under the sea
I need you to rescue me this life
It's Holding me against a knife
I love you Save me save me save me
My fallen angel I cry for you
For your love to rescue me from
My heartbeak
My fallen angel I cry for you
Sleeping and dreaming in this miserable darkness make up.
Certain for sure of empty congregational movements along the river bed.
Some still steal looks, pain is the reason for cowards beliefs.
Are you bold enough to be a coward like me?
None to guide my way in this hasty dusty tunnel to the underground.
Where I write my post it notes and farewells to those I've long since noticed have left.
Poetry is but the long hoped for excuse of wanting to be alone.
Cover my face with sunlight, burning greatness at the weakness in me.
Rattling bones as I close in on myself.
She was just the We in Because not needed.
I waited for Your sign in the night skies along the tree lines just like old times.
Times times and half a time, need not be does it matter ?
Dru
