Fair maiden went on her knees and leaned o’er me, with a certain sensuality that doth both thrill and repel.
Her voluptuousness was deliberate, causing mine heart to race, yet also to be filled with unease.
She didst arch her neck and, like an animal, lick her lips, whilst mine own throat felt the tender,
quivering touch of her lips and the hard press of two sharp teeth, barely grazing my flesh and lingering there.
and bit me.
:: 04.02.2023 ::
Oh, how I long to be with thee,
By the sea, where we are free,
To talk and dream and build with glee,
Our castles in the air, you see.
The ocean’s breeze will softly blow,
As we share secrets none shall know,
And watch the waves come and go,
Our hearts a-flutter, all aglow.
The world may spin and time may fly,
But here with thee, I’ll never die,
For in this moment, you and I
Are infinite beneath the sky.
Oh, how I long to be with thee,
By the sea, where we are free,
To talk and dream and build with glee,
Our castles in the air, you see.
:: 04.01.2023 ::
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
I find the beast called teenage bliss in blood
Yeah, the full silver light bulb in the night
allows me to drive without headlights at night
Looking for something that is nice to eat, hm
You better duck when I show up
The bliss and blood
from my soul and broken heart
I’m the night living zombie looking for some head
With a way out body underneath that head, oh
Yeah, I’ll get you baby with a mona lisa smile
‘Cause I’m teenage zombie and bliss and blood
You better run when I show up
The bliss and blood, prrrow
Yeah, the city is a jungle and I’m a beast, haha
Ha, I’m a teenage zombie looking for a feast, ouh
Yeah, I want the most but I’ll take the least
‘Cause I’m a bliss and blood zombie and a teenage beast, yeah
You better run when I show up
The bliss and blood, prrrow
The bliss and blood.
:: 04.01.2023 ::
As the sun departs and the moon ascends,
I sense the beast of teenage bliss, my friend,
The silver orb of night casts eerie light,
And I roam, unseen, in the inky night.
Seeking a morsel that’s delectable,
Beware, for my arrival is formidable,
From the depths of my soul and broken heart,
I am a living corpse seeking a part.
My visage, a ruse, to lure you in,
For I am a teenage zombie, with a grin,
My prey, like Mona Lisa’s smile, beguiled,
As I, with bliss and blood, am thus styled.
Run, run, when I am on the prowl,
My savage heart yearns for a feast, a howl,
The city, a jungle, and I, the beast,
A teenage fiend, obsessed, unleashed.
I crave the most, but accept the least,
A zombie of blood and bliss, at least,
The hunt is on, and you’re my prey,
My fangs, they gleam, in the light of day.
Oh, the ecstasy of my teenage years,
In blood and bliss, my hunger nears,
For I am a creature of the night,
With teenage bliss and blood, my plight.
:: 04.01.2023 ::
ONE EMBRYO to VULVA says
hello i love you.
nice we met.
Hey! How these humans hate us
unborn babies.
I said when i was born how people
ate the poison apple and never
forgave life — fascist fuckers
kissing cherub cheeks.
I formulated an embryonic
fluid feeling for the babies
not unborn motherfuckers.
Say we kill those alive so we
can live and have a chance
in this crazy world we’re born in?
Let’s strip them of their life
and turn the tables around?
Let’s make living a choice
and those BORN ALREADY we can
ABORT.
abort! say!
Even if you have
Even if you need
I don’t mean to stare
We don’t have to breed
i care.
:: 10.17.2021 ::
HOW i met a bad bad woman
when i was upon my last breath
i was careless in a careless world
she promised me love and desired flesh
i came too because i gave it all
What i need is a wonderful prosecutor
because I loved more than i have in my heart
I know evil and loved her once
so help me and don’t make me deny it
i met an evil woman who took my heart
and ate it on a summer’s day
and now, this boy is broken, because she could
I’ve come to you for the guidance
I have no good defense and feel like a criminal
loving evil in beautiful skin
Heaven, help me from those who are fallen
angels and I keep living this day like
it’s a new day so cleanse me from the filth
called evil women.
:: 03.30.2023 ::
Well, have you heard about the Goo Goo Muck?
She’s a real cool chick and she looks so tough
Wearin’ silver studs and her hair’s all fixed
Ain’t no man got her, she’s the Goo Goo Muck
Well, you can look all night but you won’t ever find
A hair on her head or a speck of grime
She’s got a whole lot of rhythm in her soul
When she gets the rhythm, she can’t help but roll
She’s the Goo Goo Muck (x4)
Well, she walks through the streets in a neon dream
Her body’s a work of art, it’s a sight to be seen
She don’t give a damn about your foolish pride
She’s gonna strut her stuff and take you for a ride
Well, have you heard about the Goo Goo Muck?
She’s a real cool chick and she looks so tough
Wearin’ silver studs and her hair’s all fixed
Ain’t no man got her, she’s the Goo Goo Muck
She’s the Goo Goo Muck (x4)
:: 03.30.2023 ::
Qu’est-ce que nous sommes, sinon des larmes tombant dans les villes,
Tu es moi, et je suis toi, et ensemble nous pleurons,
Écrivant de la poésie au milieu de la nuit,
Fuyant la politique, les nouvelles et les mensonges.
“Nous sommes la tête perdue à l’intérieur de nos crânes,”
Cris de désespoir, nos cœurs se sentent fragiles.
Une simple équation, pour pousser et glisser de côté,
Pouce sur les hommes-œufs, comme un morse par la marée,
Dans les jardins psychédéliques de fleurs mangeuses de chair,
Nous mangeons des fous souriants, alors que les porcs grognent en costumes bleus de pouvoir.
Edgar Allan Poe sait que je suis le poète,
Je me suis assis sur un rocher en attendant que le groupe mort arrive,
“Nous sommes les hommes-œufs”, nous crions en défiance,
Tandis que Lucy court avec Alice dans le profond terrier de la conformité.
“J’ai dit prêtre comme culotte baissée,”
Et les politiciens font des règles entre les cuisses tendres des adolescents,
Comme s’ils étaient des ours pédophiles comme des porcs expert-text-pert,
Volant dans la nuit, leur obscurité déguisée.
Un futur simulé au sommet de la tour Eiffel,
Et leur leader assailli par la puissance des gens en colère.
Comme nous détestons ceux qui nous détestent et cherchent à nous diviser,
Mais tout va bien, nous traverserons ensemble cela.
Car nous avons déjà vu cela, il y a des siècles,
Et nous nous élevons toujours pour affronter un autre jour inconnu.
What are we, but tears dropping in cities,
You are me, and I am you, and together we cry,
Writing poetry in the dead of night,
Running from the politics, news, and posts that lie.
“We are the lost head inside our skulls,”
Crying out in despair, our hearts feeling frail.
A simple equation, to push and slide aside,
Thumb upon the egg men, like walrus by the tide,
In the psychedelic gardens of flesh-eating flowers,
We eat jokers with smiles, as pigs grunt in blue suits of power.
Edgar Allen Poe knows I am the poet,
I sat on a rock for the dead band to come,
“We are the egg men,” we cry out in defiance,
As Lucy runs with Alice in the deep burrow hole of compliance.
“I said priest like knickers down,”
And politicians make rules between tender teen thighs,
As they are pedo bears like expert-text-pert pigs,
Flying in the night, their darkness disguised.
Simulated future inside the top of Eiffel Tower,
And their leader barraged by angry people’s power.
How we hate those who hate us, and seek to divide,
But it’s all fine, we’ll make it through, side by side.
For we’ve seen this before, ages ago,
And still we rise, to face another day’s unknown.
:: 03.29.2023 ::
What is hate? what fate? to hate? What blame? Just shame? All complain. All we try. Paranoid.
Cut the fade down. Take it’s place. Mostly me mostly you. Said my faceless Soul to love:
Oh, charming guise and beauty fair,
Deceive the eye, but leave no care,
For in a woman, fear of Lord,
Is what is truly to be adored.
Her heart so pure, her soul so bright,
Shining through with a radiant light,
With grace and virtue, she shall reign,
And praise from all shall she attain.
:: 03.29.2023 ::
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