Submissions by drunkenplaywords
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have no art. I do everything as well as I can.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 5:47am
5th Feb 2016 5:47am
Just Another Day In the Life of an Honest Man Making an Honest Dollar
Awakening unaware of direction
Form fitting the objects of my sensuality
The semen of imagination pierces the world egg
The throne of thought is Reason
It is here I concentrate all my energy
Dissolve any presumptions and liberate my Will
Imprinting new behaviors from the ground up
Experience takes the role of teacher
In agreement with my dark unconscious
The swirling changes become normal
I understand clearly one from the other
As my ego descends to the lower worlds
My former self dies and scattered to the Earth
So I may...
Form fitting the objects of my sensuality
The semen of imagination pierces the world egg
The throne of thought is Reason
It is here I concentrate all my energy
Dissolve any presumptions and liberate my Will
Imprinting new behaviors from the ground up
Experience takes the role of teacher
In agreement with my dark unconscious
The swirling changes become normal
I understand clearly one from the other
As my ego descends to the lower worlds
My former self dies and scattered to the Earth
So I may...
790 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Dec 2015 7:01pm
21st Dec 2015 7:01pm
Ride to the Mourning
Let death ride me
The black horse that I have become
Steer me to your garden
Galloping the way
Heavy on my hooves
Absorbing all the colors
Of the day
to a conical light
Shafted from below
Where the shadows
Run on the ceilings
With their long fingers
Pulling the life
As I ride
To the upside down sun
With its rays dripping
Nuclear bombs
The black horse that I have become
Steer me to your garden
Galloping the way
Heavy on my hooves
Absorbing all the colors
Of the day
to a conical light
Shafted from below
Where the shadows
Run on the ceilings
With their long fingers
Pulling the life
As I ride
To the upside down sun
With its rays dripping
Nuclear bombs
789 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2015 1:46am
18th Dec 2015 1:46am
What Do I Want?
It has been a while since I asked myself
What do I want
Because I have been going on
Only wanting in the moment
Reacting to the world as it comes at me
And it showed, by asking this question
to myself
How dull my senses have become
How ignorant I have kept myself
How blind to my actions
That to consider with intent
What it is I want
Something that would benefit me
in a way that would allow for growth
That the feeling becomes frightening
Daunting
Even ugly
As if my personal Pandora was awoken
Sending chaos in my world...
What do I want
Because I have been going on
Only wanting in the moment
Reacting to the world as it comes at me
And it showed, by asking this question
to myself
How dull my senses have become
How ignorant I have kept myself
How blind to my actions
That to consider with intent
What it is I want
Something that would benefit me
in a way that would allow for growth
That the feeling becomes frightening
Daunting
Even ugly
As if my personal Pandora was awoken
Sending chaos in my world...
804 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2015 3:26pm
4th Dec 2015 3:26pm
Yes, But, Is Dinner Ready?
coming home from a hard day at work
one of the things I look forward that I like a lot
Is when she greets me a hug and kiss
And at the same time grabs my cock.
one of the things I look forward that I like a lot
Is when she greets me a hug and kiss
And at the same time grabs my cock.
696 reads
10 Comments
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