Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
A Journey into the Depths of Human Pain
We say that we know sufferings,
that we can empathize with the farthest extents of human pain,
but we lie.
If you can read this message, then you are affluent,
and a sadder person lies beneath you.
Are you dead my brother?
Are you dead my sister?
Are you dead my mother and father?
My child?
Does your mind's body wreath with troubles through the night
as you feel the darkness take you for its aliment?
When you close your eyes, do you pray to drift off...
that we can empathize with the farthest extents of human pain,
but we lie.
If you can read this message, then you are affluent,
and a sadder person lies beneath you.
Are you dead my brother?
Are you dead my sister?
Are you dead my mother and father?
My child?
Does your mind's body wreath with troubles through the night
as you feel the darkness take you for its aliment?
When you close your eyes, do you pray to drift off...
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Mujer Buscada: Un Cuento de Fantasía
Por ser un hombre de valor,” me acuerdo de la boca suave de la sirena,
“yo te doy el cavo cariñoso,
el hogar privado de los príncipes y las hadas.
Solo síguete como ahora ya eres
y este cavo se llenará del olor de tu amor romántico
como la caverna en la profundad que
se llena del mar cristalino.
Solo sigue maravillándome con tu lindo corazón.”
Y así me dijo ella y se desapareció en el agua de bahía.
Ligeramente se unió con la fantasía eternal,
su piel bebiendo la espuma blanca,
cuando su identidad...
“yo te doy el cavo cariñoso,
el hogar privado de los príncipes y las hadas.
Solo síguete como ahora ya eres
y este cavo se llenará del olor de tu amor romántico
como la caverna en la profundad que
se llena del mar cristalino.
Solo sigue maravillándome con tu lindo corazón.”
Y así me dijo ella y se desapareció en el agua de bahía.
Ligeramente se unió con la fantasía eternal,
su piel bebiendo la espuma blanca,
cuando su identidad...
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Words of Eros
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When Separate, They are Truths Unto Themselves, Yet When They are Side by Side..
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” We begin to hope for a thing after we have set our beliefs in it, and so in it we thrust our determination. We hope for a thing to be true, but we accept it as true first. This determination and hope for a thing does not emerge before one has already come to believe in it. This is why research will never be bias-less and without subjectivity, because to try to prove a hypothesis already entails one’s even slightest belief in it. The scientific theories and religious happenings are already held as true by their...
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Cosmic Tears
Space is black, but it contains all the cosmic rays.
Oxygen is absent in its largest extent, but oxygen is part of its being.
Somewhere, oh Universe, you cry for the stardust that rests on Earth
in the form of the depleted and depreciated human soul.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
the darkness burns deep in the fearful thighs
that run from fate
and into a state
of servitude to the feelings that they create.
And the Universe is crying.
The nebula drips like a heavenly tear
for me and for you.
Atoms are universes of their...
Oxygen is absent in its largest extent, but oxygen is part of its being.
Somewhere, oh Universe, you cry for the stardust that rests on Earth
in the form of the depleted and depreciated human soul.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
the darkness burns deep in the fearful thighs
that run from fate
and into a state
of servitude to the feelings that they create.
And the Universe is crying.
The nebula drips like a heavenly tear
for me and for you.
Atoms are universes of their...
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Desire, Self-Doubt, and Genetic Capability
There is a checks and balances acted out between the ambitions of a person, his/her doubts, and his/her biological capabilities in order to give him/her success and limit his/her overall long-term discontentment. A person has ambitions, wild and sudden. He cannot have peace until he settles them. When his capabilities are not in line with his goal, he fails and fails until he is deterred finally forever from desiring to accomplish that thing. His increased doubt in self concerning that task forces him to resolve to dispose of that ambition for his own sake. Then, it builds itself high and...
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Sexual Objectivity and Subjectivity
In man and woman romantic relationships, is objectivity an evil? If so, so could be complete subjectivity that is without initiative, thought, and strategy for seeking another’s pleasure. If subjectively motivated, objective processes could greater fulfill the subjective being. To see a body as the pieces of that body that can lead to another’s satisfaction and contentment can be a blessing. The curse is to not see the person within the body as the ultimate destination or to seek only one’s own satisfaction or to snatch another’s body away from him/her and make a separation of initiatives,...
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History of My Sexuality
This is a story that I will tell,
and I hope to be unashamed.
When I was born and came from woman, I burst the dam and emerged like a river.
I was never breastfed, and I sincerely regret it
whenever I think of thick young milk and passively gaining immunities,
but hunger is abstract and detached now that I have achieved my years.
From blossomed women, I seem to desire that which I never received.
An old memory of mine:
I saw a woman’s firm naked backside
devote to itself the entire...
and I hope to be unashamed.
When I was born and came from woman, I burst the dam and emerged like a river.
I was never breastfed, and I sincerely regret it
whenever I think of thick young milk and passively gaining immunities,
but hunger is abstract and detached now that I have achieved my years.
From blossomed women, I seem to desire that which I never received.
An old memory of mine:
I saw a woman’s firm naked backside
devote to itself the entire...
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Sensei-Sama
Arigatou, sensei-sama, for giving me to knowledge,
for teaching me the way of the Buddha
and for soothing the flame of my ambitions
so now it burns softer not suppressing the logic of mind.
In sensei-sama’s kyoushitsu under the engineered timeless domestic suns,
ideologies danced balletically into my ears
and rode the rhythms of neuron receptors
until the memory web was fastened tight.
Falling sakura of virgin pink—
the new things you’d present before my archaic winter eyes.
Bring me back to the dimension where my...
for teaching me the way of the Buddha
and for soothing the flame of my ambitions
so now it burns softer not suppressing the logic of mind.
In sensei-sama’s kyoushitsu under the engineered timeless domestic suns,
ideologies danced balletically into my ears
and rode the rhythms of neuron receptors
until the memory web was fastened tight.
Falling sakura of virgin pink—
the new things you’d present before my archaic winter eyes.
Bring me back to the dimension where my...
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Reclaiming Desire
I don’t know what to achieve with romance.
I guess it’ll just rot away.
I no longer chase it like I once did.
I guess I’ll just give it away.
I’m happier now than I used to be
to be unbound from the chain that leads wandering eyes.
The world is composed of many colors,
but my mind annexes the black and white
because there was a day when I wasn’t serious enough
and the retinal rods withdrew their perception of light and shadow
so that all I saw was color when the sun flashed.
Never again will I be lost without perception of form.
Though life...
I guess it’ll just rot away.
I no longer chase it like I once did.
I guess I’ll just give it away.
I’m happier now than I used to be
to be unbound from the chain that leads wandering eyes.
The world is composed of many colors,
but my mind annexes the black and white
because there was a day when I wasn’t serious enough
and the retinal rods withdrew their perception of light and shadow
so that all I saw was color when the sun flashed.
Never again will I be lost without perception of form.
Though life...
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Girl of Hidden Night
Girl of modesty, girl of hidden night,
you remove your day’s clothes, feeling sexy,
confiding only with mirror the sight
of your arms, long legs, and fertile body.
At late you hug your soft breasts of sweet dreams
drank by your flowered lips of honeycomb.
Your abdomen’s button is cup to streams
of sacred desire. Long hair shades your dome.
Precious girl—again a fresh naked child
free as you bathe, as you study your form
and observe your womanhood in curves wild
and all gained when blew fertility’s storm.
You let the running...
you remove your day’s clothes, feeling sexy,
confiding only with mirror the sight
of your arms, long legs, and fertile body.
At late you hug your soft breasts of sweet dreams
drank by your flowered lips of honeycomb.
Your abdomen’s button is cup to streams
of sacred desire. Long hair shades your dome.
Precious girl—again a fresh naked child
free as you bathe, as you study your form
and observe your womanhood in curves wild
and all gained when blew fertility’s storm.
You let the running...
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