DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 8:36am
20th Dec 2024 8:36am
Spiritual Warfare
Seduction lives on the wicked side of town
Concrete jungle with snakes lurking around
Street jesters forced to don an empty frown
Corporate hacks make deals on holy ground
Human cattle used as labor for the machine
Until artificial intelligence replaces all people
New opportunities lean toward the obscene
Wealthy beasts service him inside his steeple
New age sycophants bow to a demonic god
He’s evil incarnate in the finest designer suit
Built a kingdom with countless acts of fraud
Spiritual warfare’s a seed still producing...
Concrete jungle with snakes lurking around
Street jesters forced to don an empty frown
Corporate hacks make deals on holy ground
Human cattle used as labor for the machine
Until artificial intelligence replaces all people
New opportunities lean toward the obscene
Wealthy beasts service him inside his steeple
New age sycophants bow to a demonic god
He’s evil incarnate in the finest designer suit
Built a kingdom with countless acts of fraud
Spiritual warfare’s a seed still producing...
#spiritual
#war
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19 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 8:36am
20th Dec 2024 8:36am
Spiritual Warfare
Seduction lives on the wicked side of town
Concrete jungle with snakes lurking around
Street jesters forced to don an empty frown
Corporate hacks make deals on holy ground
Human cattle used as labor for the machine
Until artificial intelligence replaces all people
New opportunities lean toward the obscene
Wealthy beasts service him inside his steeple
New age sycophants bow to a demonic god
He’s evil incarnate in the finest designer suit
Built a kingdom with countless acts of fraud
Spiritual warfare’s a seed still producing...
Concrete jungle with snakes lurking around
Street jesters forced to don an empty frown
Corporate hacks make deals on holy ground
Human cattle used as labor for the machine
Until artificial intelligence replaces all people
New opportunities lean toward the obscene
Wealthy beasts service him inside his steeple
New age sycophants bow to a demonic god
He’s evil incarnate in the finest designer suit
Built a kingdom with countless acts of fraud
Spiritual warfare’s a seed still producing...
#spiritual
#war
120 reads
19 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
17th Mar 2022 00:46am
17th Mar 2022 00:46am
War Survior
When you came home,
Fresh from the war with
Scars all over you, I still
Loved you as a whole.
Even as you try to comb
Or glance over the myth
Of recover the war filled
You with fear as it stole
Something precious to
You… a sense of hope.
Fresh from the war with
Scars all over you, I still
Loved you as a whole.
Even as you try to comb
Or glance over the myth
Of recover the war filled
You with fear as it stole
Something precious to
You… a sense of hope.
#war
379 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
A War Of Hearts (Helen Of Troy)
Yes, bring to me this Helen of Troy
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
#deception
#mythology
#spiritual #war
#spiritual #war
310 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
A War Of Hearts (Helen Of Troy)
Yes, bring to me this Helen of Troy
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
#deception
#mythology
#spiritual #war
#spiritual #war
310 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
A War Of Hearts (Helen Of Troy)
Yes, bring to me this Helen of Troy
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
#deception
#mythology
#spiritual #war
#spiritual #war
310 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
6th Aug 2024 6:34pm
A War Of Hearts (Helen Of Troy)
Yes, bring to me this Helen of Troy
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
She is the woman where her name is written upon ancient strolls, her debauchery to use men as manipulative toys
She claimed my soul in the middle of the night
Her kiss of betrayal lead to the Trojan War in the dawn before early’s light
A femme fatale of beauty, grace, decorum, her temple of shroud holiness, has deceived the masses
Broken alliance among the wealth of many classes
Her alluring soul, entwined unto mine has diluted Kingdoms into bloodshed and sword upon its clashes ...
#deception
#mythology
#spiritual #war
#spiritual #war
310 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
146 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
146 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
146 reads
0 Comments
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