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Poet Introduction
Been writing for years. I love raw humor or dark. At times I overcook my words but that's what I do. The dark cannot hurt you unless you are drowning in emotions.
Twilight's Tapestry - with deliabear
Behold the seducing silence of twilight's magic tapestry
as shadows intricately lace the worn pages of the ancient dark
As naked entanglements of bark haunt my shade
in a profuse display of nature's erotic intimacies
The sky looking down on me with its Mona Lisa eyes
drowsy with the melancholic passage of time
A spiral fluttering of cascading leaves
replicating descent of memories from my mind's eaves.
as shadows intricately lace the worn pages of the ancient dark
As naked entanglements of bark haunt my shade
in a profuse display of nature's erotic intimacies
The sky looking down on me with its Mona Lisa eyes
drowsy with the melancholic passage of time
A spiral fluttering of cascading leaves
replicating descent of memories from my mind's eaves.
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical #collaboration
#philosophical #collaboration
162 reads
30 Comments
Dark Side OF Tukwila
How sweet sleeping marigolds sweep
the dark side of Tukwila, hazelnuts,
dusting the dreams of pinecones
and willows
where the river speaks softly
and goes to the wind
through the mist
of the autumn moon kiss
and indigenous voices
among the Spokane Indians
dusting the dreams of pinecones
and willows
the dark side of Tukwila, hazelnuts,
dusting the dreams of pinecones
and willows
where the river speaks softly
and goes to the wind
through the mist
of the autumn moon kiss
and indigenous voices
among the Spokane Indians
dusting the dreams of pinecones
and willows
#spiritual
#philosophical
76 reads
4 Comments
"Oh, How We Danced"
"Oh, how we danced on the night we wed,"
with her scented seduced pistachio
and the falling leaves, icing on the dead.
No sleeping until the crow, please,
giving tongue to the darkness in bed,
with no head to hide my Emu.
Just some old literature to be fed,
burning the candle at both ends.
"Oh, how we danced on the night we wed,"
with her scented seduced pistachio.
with her scented seduced pistachio
and the falling leaves, icing on the dead.
No sleeping until the crow, please,
giving tongue to the darkness in bed,
with no head to hide my Emu.
Just some old literature to be fed,
burning the candle at both ends.
"Oh, how we danced on the night we wed,"
with her scented seduced pistachio.
#erotic
#vampires
113 reads
2 Comments
Escaping, Posse Comitatus
Escaping the posse comitatus
of inkwell's lynching
waiting for the chariot
to carry my bones
tilting to the dark side
high cliffs on my shoulder
grasping at my soul
screaming from the trachea
leeward of the wind
yawing as the night wears thin
touched by the gallows
into the garden of the undead
escaping the posse comitatus
of inkwell's lynching
waiting for the chariot
to carry my bones
tilting to the dark side
high cliffs on my shoulder
grasping at my soul
screaming from the trachea
leeward of the wind
yawing as the night wears thin
touched by the gallows
into the garden of the undead
escaping the posse comitatus
#dark
62 reads
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Junior Birdmen
"Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing." It's that damn vagabond rooster, thinking itself Pete Seeger, serenading one of the layer hens. Life is too short to have to put up with this crap. Granny thinks we should have it neutered and hang its balls in the canary cage.
Speaking of balls. Granny has a pair of bull's testicles hanging on the side mirror of the backhoe. Everyone in town is doing it but many are showing up blue. We have turned our trailer hitch blue. We have impressed a lot of people with our ingenuity. Granny said that she had no idea what...
Speaking of balls. Granny has a pair of bull's testicles hanging on the side mirror of the backhoe. Everyone in town is doing it but many are showing up blue. We have turned our trailer hitch blue. We have impressed a lot of people with our ingenuity. Granny said that she had no idea what...
#funny
87 reads
2 Comments
Tongue Of Your Sushi
No beath but the pulse is there,
giving me tongue of your sushi
from my sweet Calamari,
and a little green bottle of sake
listing, to the other side stare,
of twilight's yoga slow dance,
yet holding on to the buoy
with your head on my chest
touched by the razor's edge
a guillotine to your tomorrow
giving me tongue of your sushi
hanging on by the strings
in a bees house of mead tea,
saving no marrow for sympathy
as the...
giving me tongue of your sushi
from my sweet Calamari,
and a little green bottle of sake
listing, to the other side stare,
of twilight's yoga slow dance,
yet holding on to the buoy
with your head on my chest
touched by the razor's edge
a guillotine to your tomorrow
giving me tongue of your sushi
hanging on by the strings
in a bees house of mead tea,
saving no marrow for sympathy
as the...
#dark
#erotic
105 reads
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Psychos, Of Burma Shave
Insanity lingers as nicotine stains my fingers
obsessed by the wilting cock that lingers
pierced by the clinging ring of Mephisto
when I could have smoked a Camel
breaking through the hymen of insolence
jaywalking the labia majora that borders
with a double shot of Johnnie Walker
dragging my mud flaps
touched by the skeleton in the shoe box
psychos of the Burma Shave coven
pulling the scalp of mama's sodomization
sharpening the Gillette
invited in by the...
obsessed by the wilting cock that lingers
pierced by the clinging ring of Mephisto
when I could have smoked a Camel
breaking through the hymen of insolence
jaywalking the labia majora that borders
with a double shot of Johnnie Walker
dragging my mud flaps
touched by the skeleton in the shoe box
psychos of the Burma Shave coven
pulling the scalp of mama's sodomization
sharpening the Gillette
invited in by the...
#dark
#gothic
96 reads
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My Dark Academia
Writing where fools have been left standing,
in the bottomless sea of my eyes. My dark
academia blurs the lines.
A vessel of ashes now crying, closing in on the
gravity of my shadow. The vibes fucking
immaculate.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", an instrument of my calling
from the lips of my hideous.
In my dark academia, no tree of my mythology.
Craving fornication, with the earthen moss
as nature's groom.
Genuflecting. Calling me an epiphany of eventuality,
of once upon a...
in the bottomless sea of my eyes. My dark
academia blurs the lines.
A vessel of ashes now crying, closing in on the
gravity of my shadow. The vibes fucking
immaculate.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum", an instrument of my calling
from the lips of my hideous.
In my dark academia, no tree of my mythology.
Craving fornication, with the earthen moss
as nature's groom.
Genuflecting. Calling me an epiphany of eventuality,
of once upon a...
#dark
83 reads
2 Comments
Exhaling Ghosts
From the lips that know me
as I embrace a pack of Camels
burning obsessions in memories
smoking my fetish, exhaling ghosts
dripping soothing blood-red opium
with words dripping from pages
of garments fragmented at twilight
hypnotizing my lusting pen
as I embrace a pack of Camels
burning obsessions in memories
smoking my fetish, exhaling ghosts
dripping soothing blood-red opium
with words dripping from pages
of garments fragmented at twilight
hypnotizing my lusting pen
#dark
#erotic
92 reads
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Scented Amorous
Inside the armoire with folded fabric
and corsets of silence behind the door
of nature's paraphernalia and wintergreens
listening to the wind turn pages at dusk
of twilight's arabesque and moon's lampshade
and scented amorous of nature's innuendos
spoken on a fallen leaf of a painted Autumn
in my mind's portfolio of memories ago
and corsets of silence behind the door
of nature's paraphernalia and wintergreens
listening to the wind turn pages at dusk
of twilight's arabesque and moon's lampshade
and scented amorous of nature's innuendos
spoken on a fallen leaf of a painted Autumn
in my mind's portfolio of memories ago
#love
#romantic
101 reads
2 Comments
A Feral Sauvignon

#dark
#erotic
96 reads
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A Passing Urge

#dark
#erotic
141 reads
12 Comments
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