The time of darkness has become stronger.
Set at 07:15 on April 24, 2018
Quote: Crazy, Not Stupid.
I am Uriel. I am a Dangerous Entity and I'm a Wiccan and should not be fucked with. If threatened or provoked, I go after the heart. I don't play games. You value life, beware.
Alliance
My Mentorship
I am a Victorian Vampyric Wiccan. Thousands of years old. I have an anger that is unspeakable. Unleash it, run for the hills. Still, I do have a heart. I will protect those I love and cherish with my heart to the very day of my own demise. I'm what is called a Golden Blood. My bloodline goes way back to the very beginning. My strength is great. No contact is needed to cause harm. I am Sangui and PSI. The Blood and Energy fields of my many victims has grown my strength, and Knowledge.
Likes:
Loyalty
Honesty
Trustworthiness
Respect must be earned, it's not just given.
Dislikes:
Abuse
Lies
Violence
~Favourite Bands~
~AC/DC~
~Aerosmith~
~Alice Cooper~
~Black Sabbath~
~Belinda Carlisle~
~Disturbed~
~Queen Of The Dammed~
And More
Music Videos
~Favourite Movies (Mostly Horror)~
~Paranormal Activity~
~Child's Play~
~Terminator~
~The Purge~
~House At The End Of The Street~
~Last House On The Left~
~Cabin In The Woods~
~Wrong Turn~
~Cabin Fever~
~Possession~
~The Uninvited~
And Many More
PROTECTED BY
BITTEN BY
Feeling the Wrath of Evil
Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralyzed upon the ground
Evil tastes the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
Evil Is Like Lightning
Evil people think Evil things
because at some point
in their lack luster lives
the Good that is in us all
just goes totally insane
Ponder this my friends;
To drive a person who is of normal intelligence
crazy
an Evil person needs
but two simple things...
a good excuse and a decent alibi
for all their lies...
Evil always has to get the last word word in
before the lightning strikes and the air is cleaned
Exile on Curmudgeon Street
Defensive over accusations he was
artistically challenged and verbose; surely
these opinions and his lack of brevity were
to be discounted or expunged. Impugned
by their cooperative blind ego, they with the
dark opened eyes and sealed envelopes,
lurked behind every word he had ever penned
with dictionaries opened; awaiting his last syllable
before attacking with the forceful nature of hungry
maggots on a dead cadaver. As a young lad
in elementary school his verse was flaccid by his own
admissions, but by the time his poetry and prose reached maturity he was quite the lover of form and beauty;
for within his hand he held the answer to his dreams; hard and unrestricted. He rationalized his right to defend his words, in so much as he had felt the need to express
the frustrations of having been conceived from a Petri dish of Cowper’s fluid, pre-ejaculated and donated by his own ego and written in the third person. He admired his ability to accept his genius as an intrepid badge of courage…
expecting everything that comes out of his head to be f 'in brilliant
expecting everything that comes out of his head
to be f 'in brilliant would be more than a little redundant
in theory if not down right ignorant of the reality
the dim bulb burned brightest at night with a glass of red wine while the ambient temperature of his brain
was a cool ninety eight degrees and the wine
served only to warm his toes and fingers
both of which were numbed from the neuropathy of overdosing on alcohol binges intermingled with
poisoned rat treats which were suitable for eating
or breathing in a small but enclosed tomb with a dozen twinkies (Twinkies will stay fresh for thousands of years)
like the one his remains remain preserved in
and although the embalming process has not yet been completed he still looks like a million bucks with his plaster of Paris replica of his spleen and his appendix which were both removed by an over anxious doctor of medicine
when he was younger and more agile in his ability
to maneuver in and out of traffic jams just outside of San Diego with the aid of a talented twelve string guitarist
and a Hemi head two door sedan licensed
in the name of the late James Dean and his mother
who had always claimed he was their love child
though his adopted dad insisted Howard Hughes was his
dad and recalled stories of obsessively long trips to the bank
to cash the checks which were then used to pay
the zombie milkman and the vampire maid.....
both of whom had never met one another.....until now.
Cosmic Evil
There are many cruel things in that vast outer space
Some, which many would rather not face.
Some time ago, our home had been struck by a deadly needle
And our ancestors had encountered the cosmic evil.
Long ago, we had settled in a land
Of emerald trees, sapphire pools, and golden sand.
Bridges woven from branches, and statues sculpted from mountain bases.
A peaceful home where the stars were bright and lit up everyone's faces.
They lived and prospered, and even the wildlife shared the land. It was a paradise that grew from nature's own hand.
Our people thrived for ages in that sacred place
Until the day the evil had struck from outer space.
The star fell, and struck the land with dark force.
It should have faded away, but instead it attacked with no remorse.
It contained an evil, so great it could vanquish that place
They gazed in awe, as the darkness slowly spread on the planet's face.
This weed grew and destroyed the forests, water, and the sand
It even corrupted the creatures that lived on this land.
The waters ran dry, and the forests were reduced to wastes
Long after the day the evil had struck from outer space.
They had to contain this evil before it consumed the entire place
So they built a temple at the heart of the evil and saved our race.
They locked the temple, and hid its keys across the land
In hope that the evil would not escape and destroy the remains, of what was once grand.
Could evil have broken off from a tainted world of hate
Then scatter across to spread and seal others' fates?
They held fast to the hope that it was not from where it came
So other worlds would not suffer the same.
A light beamed upon them, as they lied in the dark shadows
In the light they saw the one, who would purify the waters, forests, and meadows.
One day their savior would come as the prophecy had said
And purify the land that they had once tread.
In the dark, they saw a future sticking out
A shining figure who'll one day end this evil in an epic bout.
They placed their faiths and hopes in the shrines
They will be there when their land shines.
'Based on the Chozo Lore in the game, 'Metroid Prime'.'
DELIRIUM
Assailant
Why do you want to kill me and poison me?
Where we are people are watching us
Can't you see that?
Do you want a show?
You are an evil man
Assailant you belong in jail!
Not in the community
The assailant
Poisoned me with rat poison
I am lying down now
On the ground
The assailant is beating me
I am bleeding badly
And after he did it 9 times he runs away
Someone stood there and watch it with horror
Somebody else called 911
Using there cellular phone
The Ambulance
The fire truck
The police
All arrived
Soon
They took care of me
First they took care of the rat poison
Because if they had waited much longer
I would be dead
In no time
I had to vomit so the rat poison could come out of my stomach
I was glad
I was still sick to my stomach though
Than they took care of my bleeding
I was in pain also
Finally they put me on a stretcher
And took me to the hospital
In the ambulance
FRUSTRATED TIMES
TWO fat hands,
two left feet,
your a looser with a gun.
YOU take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
ITS cold and dark
in your cave,
still you find your way
around,
you take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
THIS story ends with a
rabbit in a hat, and a
creaking of his cage,
his eyes are sharks,
his hands are sharp,
and his shadow kills the heat.
“Emotionally Evil”
You are Emotionally Evil…..,
Your passion contains a demonic force….,
That rules your body and soul….,
Your heart lurks in the darkness…,
While the devil has control….,
And you patiently wait….,
For innocence to take your bait….,
So you can attack its mind….,
And change its fate….,
Then you drain the love cells….,
From the veins….,
And leave the corps almost lifeless….,
Numb and void of pains….,
Your feelings could fit….,
Through the eye of a needle….,
You are Emotionally Evil.
SO EACH NIGHT I SAY MY GOOD BYES
So each night
I say my
Good byes
To that
Evil force
That is trying
So hard
To get a hold of me
DRUID REVIVAL (Quatrain)
Maligned, tortured, killed
An ancient Shamanic Cult
By evil acts claret spilled
'Druid revival' shall result
Words Of Insignificance
You evil murderers
you soul is killing us
but your time is coming
soon you’ll be left alone.
Don't Believe A Lie
Don't believe a lie
It is a warning of truth to claim
The tongue of evil 'lies' behind every name
Don't believe a lie
And the truth may never be known unto you
If you remain intolerant to heartfelt honesty
Your world will collapse behind you, filling you with misery
And the truth may never be known unto you
Don't believe a lie
It is a warning of truth to claim
The tongue of evil 'lies' behind every name
Don't believe a lie
If you believe a lie you are trapped
In some dark ancient dungeon with no way out
But if you believe the truth you're free, and you will joyfully shout
If you believe a lie you are trapped
Don't believe a lie
It is a warning of truth to claim
The tongue of evil 'lies' behind every name
Don't believe a lie
The Ancient Mayans Knew
Mayans knew Earth’s rotation one day would still
When time/space would find a proper end
After evil ate its greedy fill
And iron-will of man would finally bend
Message Mayans left was carved in stone
So those that followed could plainly see
God remove a Beast from his throne
Restoring peace and harmony
A day nears when Host of Angels are deployed
To every dark corner of this troubled Earth
Evil empires' that rule shall be destroyed
As Earth’s pregnant belly readies for rebirth
A birth of greater consciousness for all
Countless souls shall begin to crowd, fill
Heavens Wondrous Kingdom-Hall
When all return to loving respite of God's Will
Sonnet: God Abhors Evil
Why do you worry of the morrow, man?
God does all things and truth can never fail;
Let evil-doers howsoever plan;
They cannot climb but fall into the dale.
The wicked get ensnared in their own snares;
The rope that’s long God-given is then cut;
And when their downfall comes, none feels nor cares;
There is a tensile strength in any gut!
The ways of God are strange but very sure;
He fields the righteous men who never die;
The evil minds are diseased, without cure,
And die a death suddenly, like a fly!
If you can’t fight an evil brain, don’t cry!
But God will do it surely; you just try.
Why?
Very harsh and sometimes unfair, a distant God who truly doesn't care,
These words used, sometimes describe, the God, who for all men died.
Used most by men who know not Him, people still steeped deep in sin,
With darkened minds, they can’t see, the love God has for you and me.
Many today, see this world going awry, and in their heart grumble why?
Why does a God know to be love, allow such evil from Heaven Above?
Why does He allow evil to exist, while existing above in Heavenly bliss?
Why doesn’t He stop all evil now, and rid all of the darkness somehow?
Many people today have much to say, about all the darkness in our day,
However, they have no reverent fear, of The Eternal God, who is so near.
Many people do not know my Lord, and Truth He revealed goes ignored,
Blaming all the darkness on the One, who sent us Light through His Son.
As men continue to reject His Grace, this world becomes a darker place,
And all that darkness continues on, through the evil which Satan spawns.
Many are blinded by Satan’s deceit, as he is leading a world into defeat,
This, as Satan knows full and well, that he is guiding souls right into Hell.
And they continue to question God, while they’re still on this earthly sod,
While never looking at their own sin, or questioning their own heart within,
Asking themselves, while in this life, do they themselves, need Jesus Christ?
As God’s question will be to everyone, why didn't you listen to my Son?
A Star Shines Upon Yourself
The morning star have shined anew
More brightly like a mountain glow
Unnoticed as it were seen well apart
For the eyes of a believer a bond
The lines of precepts made it grand!
You've travelled far to search souls
With God's Love, Mercy, Wisdom caress:
Bring forth a prize in tested avenues
As gospel notes a plentiful stride
Keeping you affront against evil's pride!
God gave you tests to endure to bear on
Never to lose sight against his presence;
For many are called only few are chosen
To take note of your lines by lines open
To the eyes of those who kept unbelieving!
You shall be like a seagull in the snow
Striving hard to walk afar a grinding pit:
For, you teach those who preferred weakness
To make them stronger least above yourself;
For a mission heartily sought, a reward's done!
For a good man out of the good treasure of
His heart brings forth that which is good;
An evil man out of the evil treasure of
His heart brings forth that which is evil:
For the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks!
Don't lose sight upon those remained unseen
By your naked eyes, a wisdom is purely bared;
To teach the weak to be strong and strong weak
Strikes a balance that your inner self find through!
As the wind, you shall carry sleepy souls
And amid your humble stride, lions kneel:
For your wings is beckoned like a prey
In the eyes of believers, great like light,
Home is your crowning days await you back!
But, remember of the sayings of old man prays:
Away with pride for it serves like rotten egg
In your heart keep love and faith a virtue seed;
Fly high like a seagull in the sky of hope
Remember that a tree is found in the ground!
In your reckoning, find faith, hope and love
Though the wonders of a marvelous work of God:
The Book of Books crying out of the dust
Serving like a living spirit in your heart.
The Book of Mormon is a pearl of great price
The doctrine and covenant of man with God!
And a star shines upon your heart.
Nature of Evil
Evil spans throughout the Earth
on the daily basis.
So much pain and agony
pounding on Mercy's door
and painting a picture of doubt.
Doubt not in ourselves
but in the nature of God
Oh how we point the finger
at the Wise of Wise
assuming that our own fate
in His hand lies
The pure objectivity that floods our minds
blocks out the freed will we hold
We seem to neglect the Creator
when joy comes our way
But when anguish breaks the bounds
so comes hate we convey
How can a God, Who gave us choice
change freedom, contradicting His Own voice
The accusation would then change
to His faking a freed choice promise
and we would stand with all the more fingers
pointing His way.
Can't you accept the fact
that the picking of the fruit
changed our path of eternal salvation
to a hand picked route?
God does not put evil in our lives
nor does He bring intentional harm
He does not put the gun in our hand
or the scares on our arm
He chose to love us
through all the rejection
and its up to our own will
to mirror His reflection
For the only evil
that walks this earth
are in those who don't honor
their secondary birth
Those who choose to walk in sin
will continue to wrong again
But if we treat others
the way we want to be treated
We will tread perfected ground
in which evil is defeated
We'll reach a point
where Heaven kisses Earth
and pure ecstasy reigns.
Where angels now walk
and actions talk
where wrongs are written
in perishable chalk
For when we can accept
that we are the problem
we'll have reached a status
in which we can solve them.
Spiritual Realm
Friend, what your eyes cannot see, for all this world is a reality,
A spiritual plane above the sky, that stretches down to you and I.
Though God reigns high above, He reaches down with His love,
Into this world as dark as night, He reaches down with His Light.
Upon the earth is a darker realm, one with a dragon at the helm,
The prince and power of the air, who leads this world to despair.
But some men just don’t believe, or they simply cannot conceive,
A spiritual world of an evil kind, vying for a man’s heart and mind.
Darker forces invading this life, filling men’s hearts with evil strife,
Forces opposing God’s Only Son; darkened forces of an evil one,
Filling men with hate and pride, to oppose God’s Lamb who died.
What other reason would you say, would make men act this way?
The enemy’s not flesh and blood, but dark spiritual forces above,
Once God’s cherished cherubim, now leads men to death by sin.
Lucifer, cast to earth by God, now leads rebellion where we trod,
As forces of Satan’s evil might, oppose God’s Pure Eternal Light.
Battles our eyes just cannot see, over men’s souls for all eternity,
Satan wanting the souls of men, lost in sin, eternally condemned,
Knowing the battle’s already won, through the cross of God’s Son.
Since his destiny is certain friend, Satan wants Hell to be your end.
dark blue
I have, I have you breathing down my neck, breathing down my neck
I don't, don't know what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I'll wait, I'll wait for the ambulance to come, ambulance to come
Pick us up off the floor what did you possibily expect under this condition so
Slow down, this nights a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning and burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue
Just dark blue
And this flood, this flood is slowly rising up, swallowing the ground
Beneath, my feet. Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim, I'll swim as the water rises up sun is sinking down and now
All I can see are the planets in a row suggesting it's best that I
Slow down this nights a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning and burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning dark blue
We were boxing, we were boxing the stars
We were boxing (we were boxing) you were swinging from Mars
And then the water reached the west coast
And took the power lines, the power lines
And it was me and you and the whole town underwater
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning and burning down
Dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room while I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know, you'll know
SOMETHING DARK IN ME
There is
Something dark in me
That I don't like
At all
It is my dark side
Swan Song (A sardonic look at old age)
Soon no poems of true or false
rumor, beauty or daft rages
Before the silence and the dark
just spittle on blank pages
Soon no walks by beach or bush
farewell to humane dignity
Before the silence and the dark
incontinence and blasphemy
Soon no fervent vision clear
Forsaken by youth’s potency
Before the silence and the dark
wasted work on lost ascendency
Soon no dialogue, no words
No happy shared transparencies
before the silence and the dark
short bemused soliloquies
An Irish Mile
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
Where sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Near the edge of a cliff there’s an angry
crowd with hungry faces crowding around
’fear in their eyes when they hear the drum
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed
Pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
A cry goes out as the first goes down
in the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops move off in single file.
The Empire grows by an Irish mile.
A voice cries out from the rocks below in
the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
As close to the edge as my fears allow
in the air there's a prayer for pity and revenge
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
In a dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
When sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Near the edge of the cliff there’s an angry
crowd with hungry faces crowding around
’fear in their eyes when they hear the drum
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
The troops come on with bayonets fixed
Pushing the people to the mountain’s lip
A cry goes out as the first goes down
in the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
In my dream I walk in the times gone by
As close to the edge as my fears allow
in the air there's a prayer for pity and revenge
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
Dark
Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
Frank
Quick the quickened do not run
Silence speaks
to deaf ears that hear
And speak words too taught to
hear.
But speak and sound be quiet still
The dark will come the light may be
the dark the light. Heaven!
Respond!
Do quiet look.
See See
see
Another night
Another night without your voice
another day without the light
one more day closer to the dark
Eyes that shine with constant hope
smiles that guide the way
Warm arms to wrap me in
One will live,
alone and dark
back turned towards the sun
the path is clear
for all good is all evil
none can change
the path chosen
Love is light and light is dark
a fond goodbye to all of this
for now I must merely
exist.
Sit in the Darkness
Kill off the brood,
A parasitic maniac
With blood for its food
A fearful necropheliac
Sit in the dark
A message written in the sand
Suffer the bark
Of the dog that sits in dark Siam
She is his way,
A light so bright you cannot see
He is her clay
A mold of inner thought debris
Stand in her light,
His eyes now frozen, try to bleed
Suffer the bite
Of the maggot grown inside her seed
Lay on the floor,
A killer, crazed, will try to cry
Go back for more
As the final brood now tries to die
Now all is said
So sit in dark and try to hide
Now that they’re dead,
By rules of death you must abide
20/20 The Blind Have No Trouble Seeing The Darkness
Who can understand
what we feel inside
When we gaze into the eyes
of the shadows
To which we subscribe as members
Of this dark and lonely world
Constantly turning round
while friction builds
Like rats in a tool shed
we die and are replaced
Never again to taste the bait
that lured us to our fate
Before we found the words and will to save
this dark and lonely world
Described as by one man
questioned as by others
Remembered in short
by no one
The deeds of mankind are
shadows to us all
Whose eyes we capture
upon the walls
While searching for our place in this
dark and lonely world
Held empty in meaning and
failing to comprehend
We play the game to its end
we're always trying to win
Salvation for ourselves
while the world
goes on dancing
and picture postcards sell
The meaning of a life
to which we subscribe
As members of those shadows
in a dark and lonely world
And somehow we do manage to survive
and somehow we do manage to surmise
What lies behind those eyes
Fatalistically speaking of course.....
Parking Lot
Hard to believe the racket geese make, squabbling,
holding a confab in the dark--pitch dark to him
padding back to check the lights; yes, the windows
are dark.
But that honking down on the pond, like angry
taxis, stops him: late geese on their way--he thinks--
homeward. But geese are home, wherever. A continent.
Are acting without accomplices; no past
or future to know. That squawky banter is
an irremediable thing.
He makes for his car, the office
shut down. Now someone passes him. They know each other--
each speaks with mild surprise the other's name,
no more. And heads his separate way across the dark.
Let Me Sing / Dreamy Dream
Let me sing about another hour
Where the moon keeps me company
Until dawn will whiten flower
With its plots and time to see
Be alive and into light heights
Where a freedom powers question
Of darkish conjunctions of nights
Thoughts in sanctuary deceptions
Moon shines above the vapor
Into oceans of dark water deep
Waking up from twilights shore
Every flower the day shall keep
Nocturnal songs swiveled around
Speckled dream scarcely a line
Conical opening now just found
The daily fire for new sunshine
Dreamy dream my voyage are
Into forgotten roots and echoes
Sensations that in dark went far
Alone lie now in sundown limbos
We must go on in day's reality
Carry weights into our tomorrow
Never again in gone dreams be
Future’s fresh imaginings borrow
Let me sing about another hour
Where the moon keeps me company
Until dawn will whiten flower
With its plots and time to see
Moon shines above the vapor
Into oceans of dark water deep
Waking up from twilights shore
Every flower the day shall keep
Dreamy dream my voyage are
Into forgotten roots and echoes
Sensations that in dark went far
Alone lie now in sundown limbos
We must go on in day's reality
Carry weights into our tomorrow
Never again in gone dreams be
Future’s new imaginings borrow
GOD DIDN`T ASK ME
God didn`t ask me
To share my
Dark secrets with you
Impecunious
orphan of the void
a dagger between her teeth
face dark and haunted
Dyes Cast
Each night
As he drops his head
To the deep dream
Of the dark bed,
A shape beckons him
Well away
From the starlight
And the dim day.
A mare
Black as a spade, calls
From the dark hill
As the wind falls,
The reeds mutter
The night is black
As he leaps blind
To the mare’s back.
Then like the roar
Of an ill wind
Or a black flame
From the devil’s kiln,
The mare speeds
To the night’s work
By the old mill
And the dark Kirk.
Shapes flutter
And leap alight
Before they sputter
And, out of sight
Disport and mutter
Of black arts
To see the mare
And the rider pass.
Hour on hour
He clings to scenes
Of dark images,
Wild dreams
And chance friends
From the dead past
In the grim haunts
Of dyes cast.
His face burns
And tears stream
In the long night
Of the dark dream,
He clings grim
To the mare’s back
For his soul’s sake
And a long lack.
The day brinks
At night’s mist;
‘There may be nothing
More than this, ’
The mare fades
From his wide eyes –
But the thoughts bide,
And the old lies.
‘There may be nothing
More than this! ’
And his mind seeks
The mare, the mist;
‘There may be naught
But the dead past,
And the dark haunts
Of dyes cast.’
Love Cuts
Love cuts
love juts out
and you walk right into it.
Love cuts
love comes and goes
love's a rose
first you smell the flower
then the thorn goes up your nostril
love gives you chocolates
then love gives you the chop
it doesn't like to linger.
Love cuts
love shuts up shop
and shuts it on your finger
love cuts
what isn't very nice is
love leaves you in slices.
Love cuts
love's very sharp
a harpoon through an easy chair
a comb of honey in your hair
just wait until the bees come home
and find you just relaxing there.
Love cuts
love's claws
evacuate that heart of yours
and leave it on the sleeve it wipes
its nose on.
Love cuts, love guts the fish
of what you wish for
and leaves it in the airing cupboard
Love cuts
love huts fall down
as all the walls get falser.
Love cuts
love struts around on stilts of balsa wood
love cuts love gives you a sweeping bow
then ploughs a furrow deep above your eyebrow
love cuts
love curtsies
then nuts you
where it really hurtsies.
Love
The first Love you encountered was the Love of God
It was given to you in the Beginning by God
The next love you felt was the love of your mother at birth
It is a love like no other on earth
The next love you felt was the love of your friends and neighbors
Their was given without labors
In the world love all
Never let your love pall
Love will be the Saviour
LOVE IS
Love is romance
Love is Passion
Love is a sexual or nonsexual desire
Love is a tender loving feeling
Love is pleasing and free
Love is a flame from deep with in
Love is genuine not pretend
Love is an ever lasting feeling
Love is something that won’t change neither rearrange
Love is something that is well motivated
Love is something very special
Love is a moment that shall always last for ever.
Love is my Medicine
I’ve been sick all day
Something hurting deep within
I need love, give me love
Cause love is my medicine
I need something to stop the pain
It’s making goose bumps on my skin
I need love, give me love
Cause love is my medicine
It’s so hard to believe
That since you went away
I can’t seem to relieve
This awful pain in any way
A doctor won’t do any good
They just make your wallet thin
Give me love, I need love
Cause love is my medicine
The hurting is getting bad
It’s like a wallop to the chin
I need love, give me love
Cause love is my medicine
It’s so hard to take
Being here without you
My whole body starts to shake
Just thinking about you
You better come back
To see the condition that I’m in
Bring me love, I need love
Cause love is my medicine
You better get here quick
Or the devil’s going to win
I need love, bring me love
Cause love is my medicine
I Trust We Must Lust, We Must, We Must.
Ah yes!
Back to the dust...
Return we must.
Will we burn? ...
Will we learn?
Better into dust...
Instead of ancient metallic rust.
This is the whole lame jest...
This is the most learned experienced of test.
Earth's core heats up with cooled lava crust...
This in time we will utterly trust.
This fact we must...
Only to believe and trust
We must, we must.
B'for life's endings we become broken and done totally are we a'bust...
B'for death we lust, we lust.
This fact is known that we trust...
Yes we must, great starving lust we must.
Unrequited Lust
Yes, you’ll live forever;
Yes, you’ll turn to dust.
If only you would just accept
Your unrequited lust.
Pathetic guilt and heady stance
You burn beneath your rust.
With muted screams and battered dreams,
Afraid to make a fuss.
Just shout it from the rooftops
Just make the most of us;
Before your bones grow dry and old
Stand proud before all’s lost.
You’re really not that special,
Your soul to me entrust;
Relent; give up; surrender;
To unrequited lust.
Lonesome Whistle
Some of us have a bit of a gypsy wander lust deep down in our soul, everytime we hear a whistle off in the distance we attempt to identify a freight from a passenger train.
Then we can't help wonder if there might be room for one more, then for one brief moment we flirt with the temptation to drop everything and just go for it.
Even now every once in a while I will hear a whistle off in the distance and once again have to wrestle with the gypsey deep down in my soul, the one that still has the lust to go hop a freight.
Techno Love
Joy and passion
The beginning of all
Text my heart to
My latest blog
Warmth form my soul
I send to you
Passion and joy
The end doesn't come
Reach out and touch another
Email and instant message
Send out my digital love
Taste my technological lust
Freedom is the key
But its action that
Opens the door
www.thetearsicry.luv
I cry for the loves that I lost
And for the love I will never know
It Is the Thing I Can’t Forgive
Give me back the passion
That left with your embrace
It wasn’t fair to take it
To remove it from it’s place.
It’s mine, I want it back
It’s the thing I can’t forgive
Of all the things you’ve offered
Only the passion deserves to live.
Give me back the passion
That came from your burning kiss
Hungry lips are a dime a dozen
But the passion I sorely miss.
I can forgive you for the heartache
I can forget your thoughtless greed
So take back your honeyed words
It’s only the passion that I need.
Give me back the passion
Born of your whispered dreams
You can keep the sexual notions
But the passion I must redeem.
As the only gift you gave me
Stirred as emotions in my soul
And they flowed through me like an elixir
Through my veins to make me whole
Give me back the passion
Flamed as fire in your urgent touch
So deny me of your caresses
But the passion I need so much.
Why would you want to take it?
For in you, it has no use
But for me it heals the hurt
It’s a voice to express my views.
Love
Love is an act
an unrilling passion, that comes back apart
Love is a passion, A dream
And quite possibly the difference between you and me
I’m the arrow of cupid, you stuck me in the heart
Divine love, that will never fell apart
Love is Patient, Love is kind
Without Love I would be so blind
Blind, obvious to the point
That will out your love,
My life will not be on point
In The Groove of The Night
In the Groove of the Night
Free of Fright
The Moon Shines Bright
Like a Spy
The tide Roars In
The exploration about to begin
I watch as this is Happenin'
In the Groove of the Night
The Portal of Passion found
Not Paying Attention to a sound
You Lost in Me
I in You
In The Groove of The Night
Our Passion Has Taken Flight
Dance Of Love
With tender looks
you fall into one another’s arms
the warm embrace
turns into passion there
as two hearts now beat as one.
Then the passion overflows
and the dance of love starts to begin.
because of what happens in the night
because of what happens in the night
(a night full of love
a night full of passion)
you hum at dawn break
you sing in the morning
you dance at noon
and you laugh in the afternoon
and then with so much
happy anticipation
you look forward to
the coming night
with another ready passion
because you love her
and she loves you***
Passion
Passion
A red rose waiting to be given
A light touch on the arm
A cuddle close
A passionate kiss under the stars
A pen carefully handled to write a lover letter to a special person
A dance upon a dance floor before the sea
A slow walk upon the beach in the sunset
Passion
Existing in all of us, however deep
PRIZES I WON
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