7 Deadly Sins!

Anger & Lust

"I Know Your Secret"

You’re an ignorant fucking cunt
who doesn’t know when to quit
Harassing me every few days
and spreading around more shit
You can’t suck a dick worth a fuck
even with those blow job lips
Do something about that fat
that’s gathering in your hips

You run off at the mouth
and you’re so full of lies
Your twat can’t be eaten
It smells like dead flies
You reek of arrogance
and low self esteem
You should fight your own fights
and not hide in your dreams

You two are the same
full of false attitude
naïve to the fact
that we all find you rude
We think it’s hilarious
everyday a new look
for the closet emo
who claims she can cook

You now pal around
with those who you hate
Does your loyal man know
how many you date?
We all know it’s an act
playing dark as a crow
and I have the knowledge
you want no one to know.

Lust

"Worship"

I have
an insatiable desire
to worship
your breasts.

I don’t want to kiss your lips
or penetrate your
warm comforting cunt.
My oft had desires…
of kink and fetish
of tongue fucking
your sweet ass
of rubbing
sucking
and kissing
your pretty feet
of having your
loving
voyeuristic
cuckold of a husband
get off
on watching us
get off
…have been rearranged.

Whilst not on the surface
these thoughts are not
forced to the rear
of my sexually charged mind
They shall return
soon enough
yet for the moment
I am consumed
by my obsession
to worship
your breasts.

I want
to feel their weight
within my hands
unable and unwilling
to peel my eyes away
my tongue tracing
around your large nipples
swirling inward
reaching the center
I want to suck them in
between full lips
twiddling and tweaking them
with a flexed tip of tongue.

I want
to worship
your breasts.

I want them
to feel
cherished
loved
beautiful.

Whilst the catalyst
is self-serving
I wish for you
to feel as if
I have no other thought
in my existence
This obsession
has fully consumed
my entire being.

They’ve become
my heroin.

I want to
bury my face in them
spilling spit
all around and in between
I want to step back
and stare at the beauty
of your saliva soaked tits
glimmering
in the moonlight
swollen and perked up
from the attention
they rightfully
deserve.

I crave the euphoria
of sliding
my throbbing manhood
between them
while squeezing them together
as my comfortably nestled cock
strokes back and forth
head appearing
with each passing thrust
whilst your tongue
serves as lubricant
each time it approaches.

I want
to worship
your breasts.

I want to feel
my scrotum
rub against
your tight core
as my balls
tighten
my cock throbs
uncontrollably
and my body
convulses
spraying you
with my warm seed
first soaking
the right breast
then drenching
the left.

I want to rub
my slippery semen
into your skin
before it settles
into a sticky mess
covering each
of your large breasts
both nipples
and every soft
sensual curve
nothing going
untouched
whilst you lie in
a state of serenity
revelling in
the power
your breasts
have over me
Knowing that
any time you choose
you can have me
completely enthralled

worshiping
your
breasts.

Seven sins

Tell me your secrets...
with a tug to my hair..
Show me your sins
when you whisper
sweet nothings
in my ear.

Show me with a hand
around my throat
show me with
nails dug across
My back

Tear into my flesh
pull my confessions
from gentle moans
that caress between
your clinched teeth

Make me a sacrament
For your desire
I'll pay your penance
with blood and tears

Lick the salt from
My wounds
Or rub it in
It's up to you..

I can take this kind of
Hell...
For a glimpse of
Heaven
Just a taste..

Take me out of my
comfort zone...

Allow my passion
to consume you
Together we will
Taste the wine
Save your bread
For me..  

Say a prayer
with a forked
Tongue
Make me a
glutton for
Your lust

Covet my truth
Behind the lies
Feed me the
Fruits
Of what is
Forbidden

Show me the way...

Whisper sweet nothing
in my ear...

Seven sins will be
The death of me.

I don't mind...

this kind of hell.  

"3 Seeds"

Young ones look up to us with learning eyes each day as they grow  
Teach your children how to feel and everything that you know  
About love and self-esteem and what you reap you sow  
Parents who express no love raise their children down so low  
 
Once planted in a heart, the seeds of hatred sprout then grow  
Pride injects a high, like drugs, through veins where it can flow  
To desire more, then crash from withdrawal addicts come to know  
Three seeds of prejudice raise your spirit down so low  
 
From the depths once descended exploring new levels to exceed  
Is there nowhere inside their souls unconsumed by material need?  
Hypocrites utter deception, telling half-truths designed to mislead  
Said so many times even they believe in the lies that plant the seed  
 
Corporate owners seem to have forgotten the slaves were freed  
Robbing retirement funds to stuff their overwhelming greed  
Keeping down the poor to maintain their status as the richest breed  
Who refuse to admit the pecuniary progress they impede  
 
Zealots point fingers and label "immoral", hearts that bleed  
And proclaim God as a charter member of their creed  
They hunger for power over fearful faithful they can lead  
With a grip on their flock that strangles credence like a weed  
 
Cowled cowards twisting scripture till they feel sanctified  
Planting the tree grown for the cross, burned to become purified  
But there's another fire eager to see how far down they can slide  
Where the fallen one would rise to lead them to unholy deicide  
 
Seduced by fear, bathed in greed and gorged the flesh with pride  
Will they embrace all three until they've cast their souls aside?  
Will God look back at the end of man and see the hate of genocide?  
The first thing God did not create, the only thing that never died  
 
The rainbow in their love filled lives kept them on the outside  
Don't ask, don't tell the truth, there are rules to abide  
Homophobia in fox holes is not morally justified  
Love feels no conflicting virtues that ever could collide  
 
Weak hearts are overcome when they feel a darkness drawing near  
Listening to the movement beating war drums within each ear  
Quiet those thoughts and open the mind to a silence all can hear  
Look inside the heart for the courage to quell this secret fear  
 
Eyes held closed to painful sights shed not a single tear  
When they open up their eyes the truth becomes so clear  
Mesmerized by powerphiles like headlights to a deer  
In darkness till they will admit every human is their peer  
 
Search within thick forests for three seeds that grew three shady trees  
Knock on their wood to hear three names carried on the breeze  
Hear the quiver of terror, glory and desire shaking the greener leaves  
See spring saplings and perceive the grand design that hatred weaves  
 
Time marches ever onward forming new circles in the wood  
Branching out lines surrounding rings where only one once stood  
Lines drawn in circles that separate where colors never could  
While one more family tree draws cryptic bloodlines in the hood  
 
The high and mighty tree grows taller with each passing year  
The weight of its own branches make it hard to persevere  
Until its hollow trunk caves in making way for freedoms true frontier  
The first steps toward the promised land must begin right here  
 

(jj johnson)

                                                                                                                                                                          Envy, Pride & Lust

Oh how he envied
That she had sex so much.
When she's with another
He feels  it in his crutch

He knows that the others
Are merely her clients
No question that
They will form an alliance

His pride is hurt
That he must her body share
But she must earn her daily crust
He's not a millionaire

He lusts to be between
Her ample sexy thighs
To give her orgasms
And other sexual highs.

Some call their relationship
One of carnal sin,
But they reject such thoughts
As they lay skin to skin

The Greed of Me

How can I deny the fact that
I'm a greedy individual?
Greed is good in this poem,
let me search for the material.
A little past minimum wage, but
Friday arrives and I'm the
king of the mall. Who can find
something wrong with wanting
the world all for myself? I
revolve around money like clams
revolve around water. Gucci
belts and Ralph Lauren shirts,
I'm the envy of the boulevard.
You want simple? I need
extravagance at my door step
singing her lullaby of happiness.
The neighbors staring with
jealous eyes and desire. Go
ahead envy me, two cars in the
driveway, zero miles of course.
All the women lust for me, I
carry it with a sense of pride.
Stop me from achieving more,
feel the wrath of non-content.
Who are you to say I'm wrong?
I deserve it all!
Two glasses of wine and a whole
pig to celebrate my gloriosity.
How many lives do you have?
Let me live mine sir, I’m free.
All I need is some space for my chains,
and two drawers for my credit cards.
Tomorrow is not guaranteed,
today I do my best to live happily.

The night is young.
Yet I take a breath
My simple wrath.
I wrap you in

Angry I am.
Yet attractive you are
I lust after you
&all that you inquire

Mysterious, but wrong
I enrapture you in
You were so far

From what I encaptured you in.

All the details I mirrored you in.



Where did you go?
But from where I thought you in?
As my pride shakes,

And my mind takes,
All my bones shake.

As my pride hides,
The tides and my mind shake,

My wrath gave.

I let go of the past,
Intangled the mass.
You are my new whole.

Forever and bold.
You are, me.

Forget the 7 lets go to the ROOT of its Darkness the beginning!

Origin INTRO!:
The GREEK deity Thanatos!  Daemon personification of death.
For his siblings begot....Geras (Old Age)!
Oizys (Suffering), Moros (Doom), Apate (Deception), Momus (Blame),
Eris (Strife), Nemesis (Retribution) and even the Acherousian/Stygian
boatman Charon.   Thanatos was loosely associated with the three Moirai (for Hesiod, also daughters of Night), particularly Atropos, who was a goddess of death in her own right. He is also occasionally specified as being exclusive to peaceful death, while the bloodthirsty Keres embodied violent death.


THIS fiercely thanatos^ION Charmed



Lavish opulence among the decay.
Denial of the cataclysm on its way.

Richest abashed with glory in the
shadow of the mountainous fevellas.
Charm and art districts aglow!!
Vibrant with a hedonistically driven
false deity’s named thanatos!!!

Veering its head in Mardi Gras!
Steering away the heart to eternal
hell in Brazil called Carnival.

It has many names the culprit of
decadency and liberal harbinger
of corrupt desolation and hypocrisy’s!

Flames and tinder acorn ye heart.
Treasure’s upon the Earth crumble
and fiercely torn apart.

These seed's erode upon the soil.
Liberal mongers of futility and toils.



Written by vortexman

The Devil's Doorbell

‘Now that I have explained the seven deadly sins’ roared Fr Murphy ‘ it is my assertion that the bible is wrong.’

We stopped, riveted, the Bible? Wrong? This holy book where snakes talk? Where people live nine hundred years? Where one bloke parts the Red fuckin’ Sea and another walks on water? Where a virgin has a kid? You tellin’ me this is wrong? Surely not!

‘Masturbation’ roared this preying priest ‘is the eighth deadly sin, self satisfaction through sexual stimulation.’

The girls in the class blushed to their roots the boys looked down at their shuffling feet wanting to be elsewhere.

‘Yes, all of you, for I know you girls do it too.’  He stared at Molly Molloy sitting next to me who stared right back.

‘when you girls press that little button between your legs you’re ringing the devil’s doorbell and he will surely let you in.’

He glowered, I thought, directly at me I had just pulled myself off in the boys’ toilets before this very lesson. Well Molly Molloy had such wonderful blouse bustin' tits and her arse was so cute I mean what’s a fourteen year old lad to do?

You boys with your lustful lecherous longings pulling your penises over pictures of Marilyn Monroe and other such strumpets, you’ll burn in hell for your wicked desires.' he paused for effect 'Know this. God can see you. He knows the contents of your soul.’

Molly nudged my elbow ‘Look at his trousers’ she whispered ‘he’s got a hard on.’

I looked. There was a bit of a bulge at the front but I couldn't tell for certain. Anyway what would Molly know about a hard on she was almost a year younger than me. ‘How can you be sure?’ I asked doubtfully.

‘Cos my  big brother's trousers look like that before he takes his girlfriend up to his room to play records she said ‘I can hear them in my room.’

‘Oh’’ I said embarrassed by this revelation. I was stuck for words.

Then she leaned into my ear and whispered ‘That’s when I ring the devils door bell’ she giggled enjoying my discomfiture. ‘What makes you do it?’ she asked cheekily.

‘I don’t do it’ I lied it’s impure and I’d have to tell Father at confession.’

‘Liar’ she chided 'you lent my cousin George a picture of a naked lady, I saw it in his room.’

‘You two!’ Murphy bawled pointing a bony forefinger at us ‘out here.’

We went before the priest I was trembling with fear.

‘What were you talking about that’s more important than saving your immortal souls?’

‘Masturbation Father ‘ said Molly boldly ‘and how best to do it.’

I thought Murphy would die of apoplexy on the spot.

‘Get out’ he screamed pointing at the classroom door ‘you two are beyond redemption.’

Molly turned at the door ‘I hope you enjoy that hard on Father’ she shouted ‘my mum says you’re the biggest wanker this parish has ever had’ with that we turned and ran.

We took the short cut home through the woods and Molly made me own up to galloping my maggot.

‘ Look' she said 'why don’t you do it for me and I’ll do it to you?’

I couldn't believe my ears ‘are you serious?’ I asked.

She smiled and took her knickers off before stroking my growing bulge. I was lost. She guided my virgin hand to the devil’s doorbell and I rang it for her good.

That was my first sexual experience with a girl. I could have had many more with Molly in later life as she went on to great things. In 1965 at the ripe old age of twenty three, she opened the first brothel in our town bless her.

Father Murphy was 'moved on' after what was described as an 'unfortunate incident' with a boy in the class below us.

.SEVEN. ~ sins that don’t compare to deadly


ENVY ~ How in the hell am I suppose to envy what others don’t have?

GLUTTONY ~ If I bit more than I could chew, I wouldn’t have any teeth.
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GREED ~ Everyone else has everything else, so why can’t I?

LUST ~ Just because I have a pussy doesn’t mean I have to satisfy it every second I have a dirty thought.

PRIDE ~ Who needs it in these times.  Beg for money.  Drink out of a used cup.  Pick up a penny.  Squat piss on a tree.

SLOTH ~ Isn’t everyone at six in the morning?

WRATH ~ If I spend all day plotting an economical revolution then I wouldn’t have time writing shit that doesn’t sell such as this shit!

Wow, I can't believe I won.
Thank you so much for awarding my little piece for this competition.
Everyone else here made great poems too.
Thank you so much ~ MsRockyJackson

There were so many AMAZING entries!!
But in the end MsRockyJackson really captured my attention!
Thank you all SOO very much for submitting your work!

Congratulations!! Awesome contest.