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Darkest Lord

unleash on me let me feel your wrath    
wrap me in your serpentine arms    
constrict my heart as it pounds within my chest    
threatening to burst from my bloodied cavity    
feeling your rage the apocalypse that is you    
crashing through the doors of my mind    
forcing me to submit to your will of steel    
I bow before your throne    
calling to you my Darkest Lord    
from the place of oblivion    
where you reside in a desecrated tomb    
enthralled by your forked tongue    
that delves deep within my soul    
in the place of purgatory where I am imprisoned    
free me from this state of nothingness    
tear the veil from my face that leaves me confounded    
oh Dark one my lust for you is unbridled    
as I writhe in dreams at midnight    
feeling your terror as it enflames me    
come upon me my Lord tear into this lowly denizen    
feast upon my offering    
let the beast in you loose    
upon pale wanton flesh    
splayed on your blackened altar    
feed me your cummunal offering    
from your forked member    
let me see visions of you    
in all your darkened glory    
unleash on me let me feel your wrath    
wrap me in your serpentine arms    
constrict my heart as it pounds within my chest    
threatening to burst from my bloodied cavity    
as I wail out my lament    
I await you on hands and knees    
your wretched slave    
collared for your pleasure    
writhing in insane torment    
your power the fire I give into  
greater than I in Hell's domain    
I succumb to your greatness    
feeling your rage the apocalypse that is you    
crashing through the doors of my mind    
forcing me to submit to your will of steel    
I bow before your throne    
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for my Darkest Lord HadesRising

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mr fix-it ..

some bloke on the TV
in the bar says something-
maybe to me, if I hadn’t
got this far already ..

a tribute to Paul S, whose little musings pack a lot of comfort
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The Boy With The Spear In His Side

vacant limbed, the amputee  
grows hopeful again, cautious      
and with gritted teeth, a smile    
body inhabited by thunder    
the crash of the self    
made wholly aware    
for there is substance now    
no longer dream, but canvas    
arcs of brush made lightning      
through shards of endless black  
proving themselves righteous    
infected with movement;    
the end of the nightmare      
there is no science here,    
or the crash of philosophy’s snare—    
but simply like your sighs, my dear      
you too, are becoming air    
Written for Todski, whos imagery and dedication to expression always floored and equally impressed me. He was, in my humble opinion, one of the most gifted writers to grace this shit heap. Cannot link due to his de-activation.
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Aloha, Lover...

Stranded in the luscious folds of Pele’s gorgeous locks as this tempest swirls ‘round and within us,
we give no thought to forlorn predicament, tethered by the knowledge that these sacred shores held fast ‘gainst elements of greater magnitude than pounding rain, and greater heat than lovers’ sweat…  
faint magma glowing in the distance even now.        
Come evening, come morning, come to me in this dark day and night, fluttering 'cross my torso with the grace of Mālolo and rhythmic synchronicity of Mahimahi. I feel the swollen storm inside your elemental touch, your molten rocky soul.  
Can you hear the whispers on the gale, imploring us to blow our peaks to pieces, emulating fire goddess,    
our crackling sparks dispersed, redolent flowers in a lei?          
The storm will fade, and blow last kiss of sand and mist to meet our lips,          
her light will revel in our disarray, proclaiming with the day, “Aloha, lover.”
--I make this offering in the style of PandoraUnleashed, an inspiring creator of voluptuous verse;          
may she feel my adulation in this spill--          
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The Aphrodisiac Of My Muse

Infusing the need in me to want to explore, to conquer    
You taste the purest essence of me    
I palate your wants, covet your desires, feather stroke your yearns      
Inscribe your lust found deep in the core of me      
Enlightening souls seeking beautiful whispers in the dark      
Breath to breath      
Searching for the essential of his intellect      
Beautiful minds spiraling      
Cupid’s wings carrying the vessel of our being      
Encircled rhythmic pulses floating in midnight oasis      
Hidden dreams, visible hopes      
Caressing words upon the arch of life’s pedestal      
Coveting the mind        
Salvation giveth of our souls      
Netted into its alluring web      
Spun within tangled seductive tales      
Spoken, caressed, the harmonic lullabies      
Melodic music to the ears, felt, worshipped      
The taste of its pure satisfaction      
The tease of its inspiration      
Blanketing my existence, my spirit, my heart      
Suspending my mind      
Between the realm of reality      
The sweetest release of endorphins within my waking dreams      
Imprinting my soul of our oneness      
A torrid sensation      
Soaring on a Heavenly climatic destination      
Mind to mind    
Cohesive in its foray      
Caressing in its manner      
His mind kisses me      
His voice cradles me      
The aphrodisiac of my muse  
😊…. An acclamation unto a gifted poet I give unto, who has such a beautiful knack to indulge any reader’s mind; a fierce pen, which wields such uplifting ink stains, whereas, the heart, the mind, can feel the vividness of the imagery, in addition, a keen ear to listen, to the depth of the soul, answering unbiasedly.    
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Get Here If You Can

Get Here If You Can
Close your eyes, hear my sentiments as they cross faraway lands
A hard felt contender  
For a soft pillow of surrender  
Don’t be scared, shh, never be afraid  
Now that echoes are a silent serenade  
Emotions now hiding behind a quiet masquerade  
A never ending female’s dominating charade  
Once had it made  
Dopamine was the game, mentally parlayed  
No one is getting compensated for words portrayed, or displayed  
Get Here If You Can  
By car, bus, or a Boeing airplane  
You can reach me by surfing the waves of honey streams  
Feel the heat of unwavering passion as you touch me when you daydream  
Heart concealed in veiled clues  
Minds afloat playing by society Check Mate rules  
Get Here If You Can  
Cross the desert dunes of the Egypt sands  
Footsteps guiding through the everglades  
Marching behind a brigade  
By a Helium Balloon floating in the sky  
Much closer than a goodbye, I tell you no lie  
Get Here If You Can  
Waiting for a spark of romance  
Closely matched mental dance  
Much given space  
Bowed out under grace  
For now, still privately mine  
Don’t worry, my motto, all in due time  
Get Here If You Can  
Cross the Red Sea as a pirate, deliver your treasured pleasurable plan    
Breathless waiting  
The canvas of my body, your finished painting  
No words, as we’re physically relating  
Stagnated breaths in a steamy shower  
Warm water cascaded over two combined bodies in the midnight hour  
Reach me by the stars in the sky    
Come unto me where inner spirituality resides  
Down there too many earthly questions outweigh the whys  
Strong arms needed to hold  
Journey through the storms to comfort me, mentally console  
Get Here If You Can  
Enrapture and dignity felt for a hero within man  
A horse carriage, inclining steep hills through Mother Nature’s challenging weather  
Touch compared to a caressing silken feather  
Keeping bodies and entwined souls together  
Where he stands, where he lays  
Heavenly nights as bodies set ablaze  
Love, Hugs, Kisses, and Rubs, what a fitting intoxicating phrase  
As you enjoy the inner depth of my cerebral cortex maze

This recognition is dedicated a poet who captures my heart with such a tender emotion, eloquence with the heartfelt stanzas for which he stands on. Mentally memorizing lyrics to capture the breath. A friend, a poet, and beautiful afterthought, always


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1: 01: Overture - Composition on Maintaining True Love

It was through death I learned of True Love,    
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.  
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant    
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;    
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.    
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---    
a living existence of programmed grief ...    
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.    
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.    
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -    
to anything that made sense, only blankness.    
You are still here through vibration of sound-    
and yet I cannot touch your physical form    
anymore than I can hold the wind tangling my hair…    
I can only touch the result: that thing the wind moves.    
Sometimes I felt dragged, as yesterday’s daydreams    
remembering, remembering always you are gone.    
But, though you have descended you have risen    
to remain my encouragement; you are within me    
and here shall remain for eternity…seeds have taken root    
in my heart despite your seeming absence.    
I believe it is the cycle of love, indestructibly growing    
dreams from those seeds through living words.    
Love is an eternal vibration I now feel---    
the pervasive humming of light is how I know you.    
It is the space, the separation that makes us:    
the known unknown fading from form    
to another, always returning to continue---    
as one wind follows the other, and more water    
flows under the bridge of new moments,    
True Love is becoming the story despite circumstance    
it is immortality through the sharing of words.    
PoetsRevenge is an amazingly intense poet who couples human mortality with spiritual immortality.  She takes the unmaking of life to portray it is that very unmaking which makes us who we are. I have always been in awe of her writing ability to delve deeply into topics we may not want to face.  She stirs the uncomfortable inside us with hope and adds love with words.    
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My Phantom Lover Part I

Tonight, is the night
Twinkling stars kissing the galaxy are within sight
Remove the armor
Let lips speak, seduce me into bliss, you smooth poetic charmer
Truth or dare
King’s castle, Queen’s sultry flare
No one here but you and I
Soar my mind, my soul, the temple of my body past the majestic sky
No founded reasons, so please don’t ask me why
Come, as you further explore the gentle foundation
Minds coming together with deeper and meaningful revelations
So true you are, so intellect, so serene
Magnetic attraction to indulge all my sweetest and bewitching mysterious
One of these days, I refuse to aim my lover’s bow or hide
The need in me moves me closer to your manly side
Falling upon such a hard gift as you dip, slip in, and then hungrily glide
Every true hero needs a platform, a rose so red
Beautifully souls dancing in good stead
Spellbinding words caressed as if tenderly felt, gently spoken
Passion to love has been awoken
I was like a song so out of key
Then you came and gave my beautiful soul a melody
Bodies entwined on a silken covered bed
Shh…just forget what we’ve said  
Feel with your heart not your head
Surrendering my will under your strong explorative hands
Mm, a very handsome man, with explicit demands
I think, therefore, I see, I softly feel
For one night I would love to be the imaginary of your nightly rapid thrills
Vintage wine sipped by soft candlelight
Passion, the lust of desires given unto you with all my softly might
Don’t worry I tenderly scratch, not bite
The beautiful music is getting louder
Desires, passion a gift unto a woman’s power
Keep turning me on
My mind seduced by the lyrics of a lonely clandestine song
Before I met you, my sun refuse to shine
Then all the warmth suddenly caressed me from behind
My Phantom Lover

My first, my last, my everything, enough said on such a beautiful matter; a mind is a terrible thing to waste and for such an intellectual poet, who contours the heart utilizing such limited stanzas, I must humbly acknowledge, with much respect and admiration. You deserve to walk this red carpet

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My Tender Liaison

Hold me close as you can
Strong arms to cultivate my Chi, found only in the comforts of this man
Allow fate to write us in the stars  
A feathered touch felt from afar  
My tender liaison understands the concept a woman from Venus, a man from Mars  
Scribble our graffiti of passion among the majestic skies  
The infinity of destiny as we cum together, bound by the most sweetest ties  
A man who tickles my heart, as it pumps so beautifully inside  
Subtle traces of his syrupy  words, coats my existence  
Smiling, blushing, flirting, getting high off the response that’s persistent  
Softly ebbing at my femininity resistance  
My wall is slowly tumbling down  
Rapture on the other side I have peeked, naughty whispers when no one is around  
Honey drippings when felt  
With a slow pouring of maple, God he gets me so wet  
Emotions unhinged, becoming disabled  
Lay me down, feast upon me, as I’m spread eagle on your dinner table  
Foreplay in the cloak of dark    
Where minds, hearts, spirits breathlessly lark  
A handsome vampire who has found his willing mark  
Magnetic attraction sinking deeper  
Souls once entwined, an immortal keeper    
Cannot run, wanting to be caught  
Patience as they say, for greater things once sought  
Calming my curiosity as a moth to that flaming fire  
Panting with a need to feel the depth of his girth’s desire  
Wanting, needing more, a taste to connect in a heated rush  
Closing my eyes to the consumption of his mental lust  
Passion, an illogical behavior  
Honey to Maple… mmm… once combined a sweeten flavor  
A gratifying taste of its remnants  to slowly savor  
Love lashes sinking deep within  
A carnal feeling not found in a thesaurus for our wicked sins  
Kisses adorned all over me  
Mmm.. head thrown back in the throne of celestial ecstasy  
Back arched, body bathing in submission to allow his powers to be  
Write us in the stars
What words could describe when hearts are aflame, souls binding as one, a poet who knows what it takes to seduces the mind of a poetess, romancing hearts in such splendid glory, and mentally engaging while whispering the echoes of tender related emotions. A tender persona for such a charismatic soul. A blessing to call my friend and a great poet
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A Ribbon In The Sky

Poem Inspired By Stevie Wonder
A Ribbon In The Sky

Dance unto my heart with such sweet tender words    
Take my mind, my body, the yearning for you, I strongly prefer  
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the morning birds  
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates  
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate  
Whispers felt softly carried away on sacred winds    
Caress me delicately as the feel of silken and lace, uniting our Charkas once they mend    
Naked hearts speaks clothed tongues  
Kisses up and down my spine    
Inscribed the poetry of your ink stains on my skin as we become one  
The silhouette of my soul, I breathlessly bestow  
The wondrous found within this time, my presence has reaped to sow    
Love as the sands of time spill forth its beautiful flow  
My cup runneth over, spill of you I shall not    
Taste of me , worship my unspoken tender spots  
In the cloak of night desires sought, drips of ecstasy once caught  
Hold me, uplift my heart, and let me fall into a weaken state of abyss  
Serenade me as a caress felt across the vast galaxy as two souls drift  
Defenseless in its wake as my body comes alive  
A ribbon floating without guidance in the majestic skies  
Grasp onto an end and allow the ties to bind  
Within destiny’s sweetest submission, by karma’s designs    
No end, or start, blind faith only found in the comforts of dark  
Claim me softly upon the veil of the moon, where passion larks  
Brushstroking my naked canvas to create a masterpiece work of art  
Virginal passion I have, until you I give  
Soft cries of surrendering, echoes kissed by the wind  
Pain and passion, such beautiful duality  
Lust its next of kin, feeling the emotions, the hunger, the innocence embedded in its morality    
A song the heart has sung for you centuries ago  
A ribbon in the sky for our love harmonizing in ecstasy  
The gift of me, so unwrap the bow as you please  
I love the window of wisdom from this poet’s intelligent pen and the heights of his beautiful mind. The depth of his stanza is simply spiritual at times, informative, erotic at its best. Worthy of the sweetest ovation. May the sun always shine upon your tomorrows, and cradle your todays, much love to you as well, always  
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The Dark Poetess (Inspired by Poetryman)

A new poetess is created
everyday, in my imagination.
To call her is my hearts beckoning,
to love her, a toxicity spewing
from the earths center,
molten hot.
To want her;
a prison I call home ---
(The man cannot love
or he self-destructs; implodes.
So he carries its glitter
to gild every word he pens.)
She hides in each shadow,
between sentences  
and flickers glances
in punctuation;
the poetess teases and
I follow her like  
freedoms harbinger of insanity.
For she feigns love, and in words
is this the tragedy:
She is too fluid to love, her
I cannot catch.
Though, I follow her underground
to bury myself in her  
rhetorical wisdom ---
That she eludes me ever in
the darkness.
Here, the poetess runs away into
her cavernous stories
she wants me to believe;
but I know her too well,
so I resist her taunts, her teases
only to live another day
in the faint daylight.
Sun setting as
I write evoking  
the Dark Poetess;
as she gives me meaning  
and reasons to love her  
this only way,  
even as, furthur down  
she runs away.


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Umm Roars -- - -For the Comp

The ink hits the page
And instantly turns into
Wonderful artistry
Poems and Prose
They are few  
But all are quality
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide  
This awesome talent
Not prideful - she should be
In the shadows
But emanating light
And inspiration
I stand in awe
Viewing masterpiece artwork
Ink, paint, charcoal and pencil
She makes them come to life
Horses dance and strike a pose
Landscapes languish luxuriously
Speaking directly to the soul
Speaking of true beauty
Portraits in pencil real quality
A quality of the photographic
Bringing all expressions
To life exposing her love
True artistry is her muse
My own art steadily improves
But only as a result of her
Influence and inspiration
When I grow up I want
May art to be as good as Umm's
She is a pinnacle to aim for
Though I suspect I she will
Always be the master
And I will be the student
Her poems equally inspirational
All her poems speak to me
In inspirational whispers
Creating poetic thoughts,
Remembrances and challenges
One cannot help being inspired
To write like the wordsmith she is
She is the consummate artist
Overflowing with such talent
Read her poems
Consume her prose
View her art
One cannot fail to be inspired
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide  
This awesome talent
But her artistry roars
Beauty and Inspiration

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The Goddess of DU  -- - -For the Comp

I contemplate her many works    
I ponder her many talents    
And I am in awe    
It is mana from heaven    
Inspiration flows from her pen    
And I am speechless    
She has the voice of an angel    
And sometimes a Hell's Angel    
I listen intently to every word    
She sings with her heart    
With passion and love    
Can't stop myself singing along    
An accomplished musician    
Is there anything she can't play    
I am insanely jealous    
A professional poetry performer    
An inspirational all genre maniac    
I bow to her awesome talent    
Her written word is faultless    
A pleasure to read always    
I am challenged to write    
The beauty she brings to the page    
Masterful and awe-inspiring    
I want to be "Her" for a day    
A strong intelligent woman    
Takes no shit, a warrior    
A Light I see in the darkness    
A Woman full of love and compassion    
Such a genuinely warm spirit    
She is my lighthouse    
A lifesaver a loyal companion    
Always there when dark clouds appear    
I am in her debt    
I am proud to call her my best friend    
A force of nature in all things    
My wee haggis bon-bon    
Literally the Goddess of DU    
There can be only one    
I say, she is the one
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