Submissions by KHAMA
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Deafening light.
Amplified silence is all that can be heard. The mute speak but only the deaf seem to hear them, for the blind choose to admire reflections of others in the mirror. In all this lunacy the world is thrown into utter chaos, bloodshed is" justifiable", Nation's rejoice the death of Man. The Weak in trenches while the strong pursuit needless vengeance, Vengeance which holds the strong in a chokehold slowly draining them of their weakness.
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Pelo
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar... Blind as Orpheus I pursue her bloom.
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar...
Earto hymns guide me through her thorns as I sink, sink deeper.
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar...
Hymns arouse the serpent as the venom flows out.
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar...
Her fruit forbidden by the gods I shall labour for all for that oh so sweet nectar.
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar...
Earto hymns guide me through her thorns as I sink, sink deeper.
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar...
Hymns arouse the serpent as the venom flows out.
Kardia and her oh so sweet nectar...
Her fruit forbidden by the gods I shall labour for all for that oh so sweet nectar.
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Blinding light.
I need not the warmth of their embrace as Gabriel; nor do I desire illumination from those who themselves dwell in darkness blinded by their own light. Lucifer the light bearer brings fourth darkness but in all this lunacy Darkness be the only true reflection . The Illuminated trapped in an abyss of their only construction blissfully unaware they strive toward fulfillment , Meaningless fulfillment for the Lights true reflection can not be seen,for all there is to be seen is glare.
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Solitude
I long for the companionship of my true love, Solitude. I long for her cold embrace which I welcome like the first summer rains. I long for sight of her, Goddess like beauty and piercing in nature as is a rosé. I long for her deathly kiss upon my lips which fill my being with the force of Eros. Longing for her is not my greatest pain, my greatest pain is that I long for her giving rise to an irreparable chasm in my being.
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nectarine
I long for the sweet nectar that is Her, a euphoria known only by Gods. I long to sink, sink slowly without way of return, into her ever so sweet nectar until there is nothing but Her, the sustenance of Gods. This is no opiate of the masses, Her sweet nectar, nothing but Her nectar will take me to Opium driven states of sheer bliss. I have given all I am for Her sweet nectar yet I am to experience the sweetest of Her offerings, Her third eye, which forces me to fill Cocytus with wails of men all for that Sweet Nectar.
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Dripping Darkness/ Deflowered by Darkness.
As my Dark flesh engulfs the Innocences that is her Amber flesh, defiled by The black Serpent. As my Paws suffocate her, robbing of the light in her eyes as the Gods rob man of his Sun every end of day and twilight sets on the Amber flesh , her screams of pain and fear fuel the arousal of the Serpent nested in her moisture . Drunk on The Darkness that is my flesh, her Sunflower moistened by Darkness, I deflower the unpicked Sunflower by ripping it out from the roots. Finally Innocences belongs to her Demon lover, as with new hatchlings I feed her, with the blood of man black as the night in...
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