Oh how the fruit of the vine makes me unwind,
sates one curious hunger
only to replace it with another
O Madame, you look simply... ravishing tonight.
I am filled with fire
It belches forth from my belly
and seeps into my loins
How Delicious You are!
A certain salivation takes and loosens up
my tongue as my legs become undone,
unsteadily, faltering I am waking up to their scent
Come here my sweetling - I am yours.
Like a candy shop to me, sights and smells for free
On the floor shiny, colored wrappers on these flappers
Oh I just can't wait to taste that candied shell!
Gimme some sugar, babe.
It's a candy shoppe you see
all th
Flicker, twitch
Flicker, twitch
Metal clinks from hand to hand,
dancing as it sparks
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Crumpled, torn mass unfurled,
Smoothed. a pause.
Memories catch in throat,
a shudder escapes,
Tears are denied.
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Page by page, remembers, reads
Pouring over every jot
And Her Smell Damnit all!
a hint of Heaven on the page
And garbage.
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Fist squeezes, leaves palm
imprinted, burning hot
eyes shut out rage,
see through to the End,
only that will suffice
Flicked thumb again opens metal maw
My Everything, In
Do you know, my artsy girl,
What makes a mans face
Worth the remembering?
A woman memorable?
Dazzling?
Curse these hands which have never wrought
Any shape out of fine line and form
Worth the effort of looking,
For how could they ever hope to do justice
To what mine eyes beheld here,
O! Would I render this Beautiful Frame I see
No option but to carve it in truth unwithering,
Using tools granted unto this world
With ink, stone, the earth itself
How I would paint thee until your eyes were more than alive,
(More humanity shown than in human is grown)
And indeed, you stepped, nay, leaped out of the canvas,
Tearing th
Sing me a song and Ill show you one
Sing me a song and Ill draw you in
Open the door, throw away the key
You wont need it, now youve got me
Sing me a song and Ill draw you in
Draw you in to the promised den,
The promised den for din-din
Sing me a song and Ill wrap you up,
Carry you away for a little cup
Taste the brew, youll see why,
As we take flight, through the sky
Such mysteries you will see,
Through the doors, as I draw you in,
Fit you up with demon skin
Sing me a song and Ill show you one,
Open the doors, let you in,
Unlock the gate, throw away the key
Into the face of Des
Set: a Play to Wright
Lets wright a play together,
Well call it The Scottish Play,
Just to mess with drama geeks
And their oh-so thespian lovers
For all that ado they do so well
About sound and fury with pomp
But meaning, slightly less than
Nothing.
Do not Proposition the Opposition,
during your round it is unwise to try
to maneuver into such a position
as to push your counterpart
against the podium, to your Perdition
Rock me baby,
Roll us in the hay,
inside, outside, arms around
You – squeezed tight as
our form is wrapped within the musky,
husky voice of Barry on love,
Sweeping us up in satined velvet,
Silken drapery to make art of lovemaking.
Or was it to make lovemaking into art?
We cannot care, cannot even form questions,
Sentences, words fail us,
Ideas and images devolve
in a crackling blinding whirl
into colors, hot, cool, cold as ice on _______
textures like cherry stained silk-lace,
whirl, churn, burn, yearn
for ecstatic, sensual touches
as we whet ourselves
and drink in eroticism, becoming
more and more insatiable, gorging
fas
Sketch me a little ditty,
my dear demoiselle d'art,
a fun little tune to while away
whilst waiting for you
Fresco me arias, operettas,
prima donnas with swelt breasts,
flushed faces straining to send
song that cannot be sound
Let your brushstrokes carry me
as the staff carries notes,
brushy staccato thunderclaps
ala hits of the orchestra brass
doping me up for the smooth,
linear neoclassicist, dances
promenading in stately elegance
meets glazed, syrup-flowing grace
so thick you can stick a fork in it,
and then I'm done, down before you
Strum me Warhol and Liechtenstein
on that rhythm guitar in the corner
6-strings standing
Teeth gaping like a possum yawn,
hunger groaning, fear moaning
so thick froth and bubbles form
Apostrophe on alien actions,
its never been so fun,
anthropocentrism is addictive, you know
But mainly I'm hungry
so why don't you and the kids
come over as dinner?
Oh how the fruit of the vine makes me unwind,
sates one curious hunger
only to replace it with another
O Madame, you look simply... ravishing tonight.
I am filled with fire
It belches forth from my belly
and seeps into my loins
How Delicious You are!
A certain salivation takes and loosens up
my tongue as my legs become undone,
unsteadily, faltering I am waking up to their scent
Come here my sweetling - I am yours.
Like a candy shop to me, sights and smells for free
On the floor shiny, colored wrappers on these flappers
Oh I just can't wait to taste that candied shell!
Gimme some sugar, babe.
It's a candy shoppe you see
all th
Flicker, twitch
Flicker, twitch
Metal clinks from hand to hand,
dancing as it sparks
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Crumpled, torn mass unfurled,
Smoothed. a pause.
Memories catch in throat,
a shudder escapes,
Tears are denied.
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Page by page, remembers, reads
Pouring over every jot
And Her Smell Damnit all!
a hint of Heaven on the page
And garbage.
flash, flame
flutter, falter
Die.
Fist squeezes, leaves palm
imprinted, burning hot
eyes shut out rage,
see through to the End,
only that will suffice
Flicked thumb again opens metal maw
My Everything, In
Do you know, my artsy girl,
What makes a mans face
Worth the remembering?
A woman memorable?
Dazzling?
Curse these hands which have never wrought
Any shape out of fine line and form
Worth the effort of looking,
For how could they ever hope to do justice
To what mine eyes beheld here,
O! Would I render this Beautiful Frame I see
No option but to carve it in truth unwithering,
Using tools granted unto this world
With ink, stone, the earth itself
How I would paint thee until your eyes were more than alive,
(More humanity shown than in human is grown)
And indeed, you stepped, nay, leaped out of the canvas,
Tearing th
Sing me a song and Ill show you one
Sing me a song and Ill draw you in
Open the door, throw away the key
You wont need it, now youve got me
Sing me a song and Ill draw you in
Draw you in to the promised den,
The promised den for din-din
Sing me a song and Ill wrap you up,
Carry you away for a little cup
Taste the brew, youll see why,
As we take flight, through the sky
Such mysteries you will see,
Through the doors, as I draw you in,
Fit you up with demon skin
Sing me a song and Ill show you one,
Open the doors, let you in,
Unlock the gate, throw away the key
Into the face of Des
Set: a Play to Wright
Lets wright a play together,
Well call it The Scottish Play,
Just to mess with drama geeks
And their oh-so thespian lovers
For all that ado they do so well
About sound and fury with pomp
But meaning, slightly less than
Nothing.
Do not Proposition the Opposition,
during your round it is unwise to try
to maneuver into such a position
as to push your counterpart
against the podium, to your Perdition
Rock me baby,
Roll us in the hay,
inside, outside, arms around
You – squeezed tight as
our form is wrapped within the musky,
husky voice of Barry on love,
Sweeping us up in satined velvet,
Silken drapery to make art of lovemaking.
Or was it to make lovemaking into art?
We cannot care, cannot even form questions,
Sentences, words fail us,
Ideas and images devolve
in a crackling blinding whirl
into colors, hot, cool, cold as ice on _______
textures like cherry stained silk-lace,
whirl, churn, burn, yearn
for ecstatic, sensual touches
as we whet ourselves
and drink in eroticism, becoming
more and more insatiable, gorging
fas
Sketch me a little ditty,
my dear demoiselle d'art,
a fun little tune to while away
whilst waiting for you
Fresco me arias, operettas,
prima donnas with swelt breasts,
flushed faces straining to send
song that cannot be sound
Let your brushstrokes carry me
as the staff carries notes,
brushy staccato thunderclaps
ala hits of the orchestra brass
doping me up for the smooth,
linear neoclassicist, dances
promenading in stately elegance
meets glazed, syrup-flowing grace
so thick you can stick a fork in it,
and then I'm done, down before you
Strum me Warhol and Liechtenstein
on that rhythm guitar in the corner
6-strings standing
Teeth gaping like a possum yawn,
hunger groaning, fear moaning
so thick froth and bubbles form
Apostrophe on alien actions,
its never been so fun,
anthropocentrism is addictive, you know
But mainly I'm hungry
so why don't you and the kids
come over as dinner?
Rock me baby,
Roll us in the hay,
inside, outside, arms around
You – squeezed tight as
our form is wrapped within the musky,
husky voice of Barry on love,
Sweeping us up in satined velvet,
Silken drapery to make art of lovemaking.
Or was it to make lovemaking into art?
We cannot care, cannot even form questions,
Sentences, words fail us,
Ideas and images devolve
in a crackling blinding whirl
into colors, hot, cool, cold as ice on _______
textures like cherry stained silk-lace,
whirl, churn, burn, yearn
for ecstatic, sensual touches
as we whet ourselves
and drink in eroticism, becoming
more and more insatiable, gorging
fas
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So... I just realized that I finally broke 9000 pageviews... No idea when that happened, but I figured now was as good a time as any to see who here gets the reference.
So how all youse guys 'n' gals doing?
I was gonna try to work for the physical plant at school and do some painting in exchange for free room for an undefinied period of time, but it looks like I'll bow out for one of my friends if there's not enough room (which is appears there isn't)
So now I'm uncertain as to what to do with my summer...
I really do need to get on the ball with journals and writing contests to have a reason to continue to get better, but I find myself