Q: You say that sympathy is the only utilization of any form of government? A: It is correct. Q: Why is that? A: There used to be a time when the common American would empathize, not sympathize, with their nation. Understand, this is purely a psychological argument. This was during the time when only men […]Read More
Those kisses,To which I offer for two nipples,And a bottom,To which I offer my grip.Your face asks for a stare,My own; I’ve become aware. Your eyes show stars;I am in their marveling glance,Deep kisses I share to a face,Upon two cheeks, these kisses are laid,Upon two lips, these kisses are laid,They are laid down, so […]Read More
I have angered you,I have made you unkind towards me,When I have been unkind towards you.I so deserve your intolerance,Your anger,Your demolition of my spirit. The pain, it has swelled,Up to the Heavens, where there is God,And he has made ashes for me.No palaces that will stand,For me to behold in grandWaiting, because they have […]Read More
“A man’s remorse is the knife that edges his life on the sharp end. His reflection is hideous, and he will not stare too long into that reflection, before moving away from it. What links the man to achievement? It is the relief away from that remorse. For it is because a man has stared […]Read More
Wonderful beauty,With a heart that sows the harvest,Of a new morrow. You have eyes that I wish to kiss,And cheeks with tears I wish to lick.Our love is a flame,An inextinguishable flame,For no hands, besides ours, can touchIts hold upon us. Your face shows radiance,Alike the gold of a highest palace,And a highest angel, feels […]Read More
There is sorrow clinging to thy weighted bosom,
And a leech hung over thy weighted brow.
It is because of all, that we’ve grown heavenly,
And carved bread from Adam’s teeth.
Would my followers care for a book of poetry? I seem to have written a lot, for this blog. 🙂Read More
Beautiful death,With a time, to an hourglass,There is sand, that trickles, past my form,Sculpted, as the David, and crucified,For the sins, of a one.Woman! My love, you are, as death,Never lifted aboveThe closeness, to poverty. With each groan, in savage pain,You remain enticed, by loathing.So much pain,Has crossed, your eager mind.So much shame,Has made itself, […]Read More
My love,Allow me,To lift thee,From tragedy. You found in yourself a place,A shape, a heart,You are a muse to me,And I am amused by you. A love I see so clear,As the subtle stars,Beneath widest lakes,A face so very dark. And so very light,As you, the illuminated beauty. So very low, I have bent my […]Read More
I bring thee, a rose, made of silver,For it clashes, with thy complexion,That has formed itself, through silver tears,And such sorrow, that quakes, thy heavenly bosom. God knew, who to hire,So that the artisans, would sweep their knives,To carve, the most ebony-laced form,Imaginable, to my keenest eyes. Here has my sympathy, been withdrawn,Over to the […]Read More
There is weight, under my legs,Breath that drains, from my lips,And the whisper, to which, I utter, the solemn note,Has the message of breath, between the eyes. I find no mercy, coming from your words,You speak of discontent, and demise,And there’s no comfort, for us.You say you cry to sleep, each night! Why has God, […]Read More
I sit between, thy fragrant aroma,And think, to myself,“The beast, has finally arrived,To call down, itself, upon a feast.”I spoke to myself, a peaceful hymn,Though, composed also, of heinous anger,You threw danger, to the four winds,And made yourself, the cherished queen. I found thy breast, to be the sweetest,Of all, womanly flavors,As decadent, as the […]Read More