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Valeriyabeyond
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Explore  the dark corners of your shadow self
Find  the balance that tipping point between darkness and the light
Post your darkest pieces here
Dark Erotica is most welcome
The only rules I have (as of now) is no rape, no child exploitation, no beastiality . Meaning
Do not post anything where the raping of another individual is involved
Nothing - absolutely nothing dealing with children or animals.
Be nice,
Please respect  yourselves and those around you
Know your limits ,
We take no responsibility for the outcome or manifestations that may occur upon reading this poetry .
Be mindful of the words you read and write
Do not enter without your armor

Bluevelvete
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love the name..
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Blackwolf
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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 !

Valeriyabeyond
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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

Valeriyabeyond
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Bluevelvete said:love the name..
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Do you and yes I want plenty of dark art!!
Thank you

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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
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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.   

Bluevelvete
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I do love flowers so...

Valeriyabeyond
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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

 


     

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Bluevelvete said:I do love flowers so...

What!!? Yes gorgeous!!

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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.   



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adagio
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Could have been a chicken leg.

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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

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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


Valeriyabeyond
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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  

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