Expel Specious Dialogue
Explore the dark corners of your shadow self
Find the balance that tipping point between darkness and the light
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Dark Erotica is most welcome
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Ah , But To Catalogue the Demagogues Of Dialogue ;
To Prey At The Temples Of Turbulent Debauchery
Where Words Can Be Heard Spake In Deep Trialogue
Between Pillars Of Potent Non Passivity And Permission For Thee
Granting Passions Purpose Of Vocal Pose And Poise Via Tongue Density
And If Your Lips Speak Narcissism And Noise There Shall Be Lock And Key !
To Prey At The Temples Of Turbulent Debauchery
Where Words Can Be Heard Spake In Deep Trialogue
Between Pillars Of Potent Non Passivity And Permission For Thee
Granting Passions Purpose Of Vocal Pose And Poise Via Tongue Density
And If Your Lips Speak Narcissism And Noise There Shall Be Lock And Key !
Blackwolf said:Ah , But To Catalogue the Demagogues Of Dialogue ;
To Prey At The Temples Of Turbulent Debauchery
Where Words Can Be Heard Spake In Deep Trialogue
Between Pillars Of Potent Non Passivity And Permission For Thee
Granting Passions Purpose Of Vocal Pose And Poise Via Tongue Density
And If Your Lips Speak Narcissism And Noise There Shall Be Lock And Key !
Yes!! B.W.
Thank you
To Prey At The Temples Of Turbulent Debauchery
Where Words Can Be Heard Spake In Deep Trialogue
Between Pillars Of Potent Non Passivity And Permission For Thee
Granting Passions Purpose Of Vocal Pose And Poise Via Tongue Density
And If Your Lips Speak Narcissism And Noise There Shall Be Lock And Key !
Yes!! B.W.
Thank you
What makes me so?
I wouldn't know. Perhaps its the way my thoughts flow, over rapids of my mind. Filling my pen from a pond of ink, of India blue.
Or! Was it the grinder's mill where the candle dripped tallow?
Darkness is only hours of a night, and headstones don't have alarm clocks. But, I have witnessed the soil breathe. Grow roses that fall the tears on grandma and hear grandpa fiddle from Heaven.
Then the spirits of prose, covered in veil. Swing the pendulum of my dark shell, as I script my testimony to the lords of dead. Blinded by the daylight as ravens visit me in dreams
Or! Was it the grinder's wheel where the candle dripped tallow?
Adagio
1798
I wouldn't know. Perhaps its the way my thoughts flow, over rapids of my mind. Filling my pen from a pond of ink, of India blue.
Or! Was it the grinder's mill where the candle dripped tallow?
Darkness is only hours of a night, and headstones don't have alarm clocks. But, I have witnessed the soil breathe. Grow roses that fall the tears on grandma and hear grandpa fiddle from Heaven.
Then the spirits of prose, covered in veil. Swing the pendulum of my dark shell, as I script my testimony to the lords of dead. Blinded by the daylight as ravens visit me in dreams
Or! Was it the grinder's wheel where the candle dripped tallow?
Adagio
1798
In my spiritual bed, reading Micky Spillane, As frost comforts my obituary in the gazette, upchucking the devil's semen.
False shadows of death's bellow. Castrated by the cunt's dark scythe. Listening to a Gershan tune on the radio. Before Inner Sanctum, quashed my appetite.
But it was only a golden weenie, shaped like phallic mondo.
False shadows of death's bellow. Castrated by the cunt's dark scythe. Listening to a Gershan tune on the radio. Before Inner Sanctum, quashed my appetite.
But it was only a golden weenie, shaped like phallic mondo.
adagio said:What makes me so?
I wouldn't know. Perhaps its the way my thoughts flow, over rapids of my mind. Filling my pen from a pond of ink, of India blue.
Or! Was it the grinder's mill where the candle dripped tallow?
Darkness is only hours of a night, and headstones don't have alarm clocks. But, I have witnessed the soil breathe. Grow roses that fall the tears on grandma and hear grandpa fiddle from Heaven.
Then the spirits of prose, covered in veil. Swing the pendulum of my dark shell, as I script my testimony to the lords of dead. Blinded by the daylight as ravens visit me in dreams
Or! Was it the grinder's wheel where the candle dripped tallow?
Adagio
1798
Yes the candle dripped tallow nice
I wouldn't know. Perhaps its the way my thoughts flow, over rapids of my mind. Filling my pen from a pond of ink, of India blue.
Or! Was it the grinder's mill where the candle dripped tallow?
Darkness is only hours of a night, and headstones don't have alarm clocks. But, I have witnessed the soil breathe. Grow roses that fall the tears on grandma and hear grandpa fiddle from Heaven.
Then the spirits of prose, covered in veil. Swing the pendulum of my dark shell, as I script my testimony to the lords of dead. Blinded by the daylight as ravens visit me in dreams
Or! Was it the grinder's wheel where the candle dripped tallow?
Adagio
1798
Yes the candle dripped tallow nice
adagio said:In my spiritual bed, reading Micky Spillane, As frost comforts my obituary in the gazette, upchucking the devil's semen.
False shadows of death's bellow. Castrated by the cunt's dark scythe. Listening to a Gershan tune on the radio. Before Inner Sanctum, quashed my appetite.
But it was only a golden weenie, shaped like phallic mondo.
🖤🥀
False shadows of death's bellow. Castrated by the cunt's dark scythe. Listening to a Gershan tune on the radio. Before Inner Sanctum, quashed my appetite.
But it was only a golden weenie, shaped like phallic mondo.
🖤🥀
The Spaciousness Of Speciousness
Found Hollow In It's Ring For Truth ,
As The Woman Who Wends Her Wiles
To Attract What She Sees In Her Mirror
Compact Yet The Impact Is Most Exact
Always After The Fact Of It's Revealing
As The Limits Stretched In Appealing
Motions Demanding The Deep Devotion
Via An Explosion Of The Just So Selected
By Her Will Boding Ill Are Minds Affected
Found Hollow In It's Ring For Truth ,
As The Woman Who Wends Her Wiles
To Attract What She Sees In Her Mirror
Compact Yet The Impact Is Most Exact
Always After The Fact Of It's Revealing
As The Limits Stretched In Appealing
Motions Demanding The Deep Devotion
Via An Explosion Of The Just So Selected
By Her Will Boding Ill Are Minds Affected
The old man sits, on the
edge of the grid his
needle held high
The butterfly wears
his face
With their wings they
carry three red eggs
to trade for fabric
from the old woman
who sews new eyes
for the blind five times
She walks the barren
dirt road looking for
a tear in the threadbare
cloth, the edges of
a dream once held by
the ones who no longer
play here their concrete
lives bleached effervescence etching
the landscape defining
red flowers that rise
at dawn
Brass key turns the lock
deflecting the pulse of time
Released from the pocket
of a quarter moon the ones who shave their
heads for Mary entwine
themselves with the
reeds that grow too
tall to see the grid clearly relying on those who count defeat lying down
To show them the way
Blackwolf said:The Spaciousness Of Speciousness
Found Hollow In It's Ring For Truth ,
As The Woman Who Wends Her Wiles
To Attract What She Sees In Her Mirror
Compact Yet The Impact Is Most Exact
Always After The Fact Of It's Revealing
As The Limits Stretched In Appealing
Motions Demanding The Deep Devotion
Via An Explosion Of The Just So Selected
By Her Will Boding Ill Are Minds Affected
Sooo good BW
Some similarities in the one I posted before I read this
Found Hollow In It's Ring For Truth ,
As The Woman Who Wends Her Wiles
To Attract What She Sees In Her Mirror
Compact Yet The Impact Is Most Exact
Always After The Fact Of It's Revealing
As The Limits Stretched In Appealing
Motions Demanding The Deep Devotion
Via An Explosion Of The Just So Selected
By Her Will Boding Ill Are Minds Affected
Sooo good BW
Some similarities in the one I posted before I read this
