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IN PRAISE OF AMPLE FEMALE FIGURES
new poem

Women come in different shapes
Their sizes measured with cloth tapes
Many still strive to be slim
And exercise to be in trim

Others diet to no avail
Try this and that but often fail
The vision of a perfect woman
Are all reflected by the ad man

Is it not time to admit
The stereotype does not fit
The majority of woman kind
Cannot be thus defined

The shape of woman that I favour
Have some flesh that I can savour
They are so good to cuddle
Softer when in bed to huddle

They often are more relaxed
Than those whose diets have collapsed
A chubby woman is much better
Than one who's thin and often bitter

I do not advocate that people be obese
But somewhere in between at least
The very thin look sad and ill
A bit of flesh makes one look well

IN PRAISE OF AMPLE FEMALE FIGURES
old poem

Though sylph-like forms are often favoured
Shapely legs by men are savoured
Sleek thighs, pert bum, slim hips and waist
Surround the object of men's lust

A shape, less bony, in a woman
Can better satisfy a man
Her hips more round and breasts so full
and sex with her more comfortable.

Such sensual sex is the norm
With the fuller body form
The round smooth curves of breast and tum
The soft embracing fulsome arm.

The ample bum and pubic mound,
The fleshy lips kisses abound
and best of all between her thighs
a juicy cunt is no surprise

                   
                 

Weary  (old)

Once long ago when I was still an innocent
I thought the world was filled with truth and courage
More shame me for bearing this torch alone
What burden this for one lone soul to carry
Gladly would I give over to one true to the light
Where must I seek you, do not flee from me
I am vastly weary and would seek my place of interment
Come my knight of the dark take me unto your breast
Let me draw my last breath,your arms my heaven


Release  (New)

Through glazed eyes and in her final breath, upon the hill he stood
Brilliant light refracting wide, she let her burden go
With shaking hand she beckoned him, drew his essence near
His head upon her heart and limb, he bent and held her dear
On the breeze her whispers sighed speaking words of love
His bitter tears like angry rain eased not his suffering
At last I heard your call for help and here you leave me cold
She smiled her sweetest smile and gave him the torch to hold

Despair (new)

Broken am I,
beyond repair,
where to go?
Nowhere!

My heart is crushed,
the pieces cut flesh,
blood drips and is flushed
through the drain.

In the water I lie and hunger
for the day I die to arrive.
I simply can not stand it any longer,
I cry and cry and I leave my…




Cry your heart out (old)


Dear son, as you know
your mom has died not long ago.
She was too weak to win the fight,
she tried so long, but still she died.

Dear son, I know your many tears,
I cried them too, I know your fears.
I also have sat in my room
alone in solitude and gloom.

Dear son, I see the darkness in your heart,
the thought of knowing that we have to part
the thought of knowing that the time will come,
the pain you feel have thousands felt, my son.

Dear son, just cry your heart out, don't feel shame.
Every other human on this planet does the same.
As your mom told you before she left this place.
"Just take your time in life, this ain't no race."  

My pieces are not relevant to your competition now.  I won my fourth trophy 2 days ago.  Sorry for the waste of space.






... little pieces of me ...9OLD)



... Janis Joplin, tragic beauty ...


looking through, straddling the fence
of a flat lined burned out love affair
igniting a licking dis-comfort of
a most dire love sickness

i have come to enjoy the salt in my wounds
and the cherished abrasions of your love
you are my beautiful affliction
as your kiss festers like a boil

i find myself ugly, looking through your eyes
cluttered and misted with asylum scenery
have you come to infect or inflict madness?
to chain my blood in your quick and fierce embrace?

baby, you are a most unwanted disease
spreading your rays like molten sunshine
with a halo of carnivorous vultures
waiting to surely eat me alive

your fingers caress, crawling over my repulsion
like flies feasting upon peeling flesh paralyzed
finding warmth within your cold needle
i'm deadened but moving in seizures

loving you, my liquid obsession, in fits
of dis-illusional bliss through a blur
buried, thrown away as your dirty needles
dwelling in agony and rusting pieces

begging for a fix as my tears feed this addiction
like flowers thrown in the pit to feed the fever
leaving an abscess with a heartbeat
covered in cheap perfume masking a decomposing passion

do you wonder how fast i can deteriorate
fueled with a hellish desperation
a crusted clotting at the incision
your dark beauty... slowly released







Under Sappho's Gaze  (NEW)


i walk to the bedside, sitting on the edge
i reach up to caress your raven hair,
down your ear, across your cheek, along your jaw,
i lean in inhaling your scent.

sapphire, desire filled eyes, long lashed
rivaling crystal clear waters of the Turquoise sea;
sultry and unblinking
seductive entrapment in liquid blue

trailing soft butterfly kisses down your cheek
stopping on your lips;
lingering, hovering
feeling your warm breath

it's like your soul trails on your lips
guiding your breath into me, binding me down
you sweep through me as though to rid my sins
but then to lie into me, take control, take me as i am

your fingers carry a softness to them
that makes my flesh quiver for comfort,
to taste your flesh would bring me such joy
i feel i morph before you, to bring you unto me

i can't help myself, i trace your contours
fingers tip toeing down your back, feeling
teasing with the pads, loops and swirls loving you
knee to thigh, you are so hot next to me

as the heat suddenly begins to rise i cannot stop,
like i am suddenly watching a mirage
hands like vice grips on your thighs, unrelenting
can you take me? i want to force myself unto you.

we tangle as lusty swimmers in this sea of sheets,
my tongue exploring your lonely caverns and valleys
searching, crawling, needing the hidden treasures,
i need no map to search, i know the trail well.

my mouth upon succulent tender peaks, tongue rolling
swirling bringing forth throaty lustful moans, fingers diving
into your rich oasis, feeling your warmth spread over my hand
your scent intoxicating, an earthy sin induced primal orgasm.

riding on glistening waters of the purest blue,
a soul of sapphire burning with intense heat
all thoughts, movements, uncontrolled caged
in consumption of logic and reason leaving nothing
untouched in its inevitable wake but the
purest love of sapphire blue...

Untitled entries - old and new.

I rest a hand
above the water.
My palm
an imprint,
washed ashore.

I rest a hand
above the water.
Another imprint
washed ashore.

I exist to linger
above sand and within sea.
The warmth of sand
between my toes
the coolness of water
washing them clean.

I am content to linger
to even starve
least I miss sunrise
or sunset.

I still hear the screams
drowning in the sea.
Still remember
the shapes of their throats
even now with the sand
trickling
through my fingers
nestled under my feet.

He will die again
will fade.
In the water's reflection
I'll be reminded
I will reminisce
I wait here for death.

Be it by sand
or sea.

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Thorns of Roses carving into skin.
Roses red, tainting beauty with blood
the Gardener slain, who to tend
flowers bringing life to the desolate.

Death, the ultimate decider: the endgame.
Are you now prepared to die?
Step forth, tightened grip around thorns.
Let your blood guide you home

Endless seas of red glitters brightly
droplets tainted red fall to feed
the roses red, the thorns prickly.
Nip at my fingertips and squeeze

drawing blood I couldn't care less
I stride through the field,
There isn't an ending here
nor there, whoever you may be.

{The Poet's Quill} (Latest)


As the poet lays his warm quill against my soul  
the icy winds whisper his secrets to me, time and again.    
   
I bestow these emotions then cast them out through screaming eyes.    
My wounding cry not denied of words laced in pain's simplicity.  
   
I tread lightly upon his grey, shard, littered path of misery,    
minding the strokes.    
TIS my road, barbed in poetic sensory.  
   
As the dance sleeps; the song plays on.    
I'm cold, masked in warmth. It's my only warning, I give thee.  

*~*~*~*~*


{Daemonic Vampiress} (older)


Daemonic vampiress,
lusts eternal priestess

Below a pale moon sky,
cries of death sink and rise

Black on red, silken threads,
call the nights circling dread.

Hypnotic eyes paralyze,
rifting time this sacrifice.
　

Surrendering tears,
bone on skin, taunting fear.

Blood flows onto the snow,
She preys upon the nameless foe.
　

With a single breath controlled
she bears death within her soul.

Filthy Girl
(old)

Yes,
I'm talking about myself.
Everybody tells me,
Your a filthy girl.
I hear it from the teachers,
I hear it from te students.

Everywhere I go,
I'm surrounded by it.
I try to get away,
But it all just follows me.

It gets harder and harder,
to live my life.
I want it all to end,
suicide has come to my mind many times.

I've attempted it,
ten times in the past year.
Most of you will say I'm lying.
But this is the truth.
My life is full of hate,
I can't stand it anymore.

I've tried getting help,
I've tried everything.
Nothing will ever change.
Nothing will ever go away.

My life is  fucked,
And I have no one.

I've had that rope,
around my neck.
I've stood on that chair,
and stepped off.

The only reason,
Why I am here.
Is my sister found me.
Hanging there,
turning bright blue.

She called for my parents,
They got me down and called the ambulance.
I was in hospital for 5 days.
Yet i still haven't been diagnosed for depression,
Sent to a counciller for,
I've gotten nothing...

I must be that filthy girl.
Everyone calls me it...

Just A Dream
(new)

i awoke
in the middle of the nigt
trembling with fear.
i sit there in silence,
small tears filling my eyes.

i let on tear fall
then i let out i little cry
i sit there
crying and crying.

my parents walk in
they see the tears
they havent seen my wrists
full of cuts and scars.

just trying to be happy
trying to be normal
they dont know the truth
they never will
until the day i die

(old Poem)
A Kiss

A reminisce of a spontaneous kiss  
Spark the Goosebumps on my lips  
From a night of external bliss  
Where our love couldn't have been missed  
 
From the sensual touch of me grabbing  
And holding you close  
Looking into the eyes that’s reflexes the desires  
Make me want you even more  
The chemistry we have is past electric  
 
From lily of the valley cent that your body emits  
To the way you dimple shows after I make you giggle  
There no better treasure than when our bodies are together  
To make your body shake from the anticipation of a squeeze  
To explore the wonderland that is your body  
 
To climb the hill top  
Circling around until I make it to the peak  
Sliding down the path until I reach the valley  
Walked in the cave was left with wonders  
Taking plenty of time to discover  


As I go deeper I hear noise  
So I continued to go deeper and it got louder  
Now it fell like I walked into a shower  
I made my leave from the cave  
My mind is now left in a state of amazed

(New Poem)

A Crime of Passion

Dark skies approach from the West
Tornado warning now in effect
Safe room is their best bet

The locked door holds them captive
Blankets and sheets got them shackled
Let the disorderly conduct begin

Handcuffs, whips and chains
Just a few of their favorite weapons
He’s not afraid of foreplay

He awaits the opening of his favorite dessert shop
Where fresh cherry pies
Eyes him in the face

Tongue prime & ready…
Ready to taste & lick
He sucked until her cherry pop

Earth shattering tremors. No holding back, creamy cornucopia
A downpour of showers as he takes her to utopia
Screams masquerading as thunder

Positions shift with the wind pattern. Reflexes relaxed.
She devours his hard chocolate like it’s her last meal
Payback is a bitch

Wind knocking against the walls
Lightning seems to get closer
Then a loud click goes off

His manhood locked and loaded
He made her assume the position
And punished her for stealing his heart

The way he pounded her with his nightstick
Should be a crime
“Assault with a Godly weapon”

Their bodies floating on clouds
Formed from their wetness
Ready to shower down
To release their final tension

He made her see eternity
Vision of love purity
Left her with clarity
He rescued her from a life of disparity

They both should be indicted
For the inferno they ignited
But the painful pleasure was requited
So there are no victims here

After a peaceful slumber, they wake
Eyeing a dismantled space
Walls with holes, floors with
Debris that once had a place

They looked out the window
No damage was surveyed
It should be a crime...the only place destroyed
Was the place where they laid