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Poems -Adult content-

  • 15-01-2012 6:24pm
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    to avoid confusion
    eros=ancient Greek word used to describe passionate love
    suki da=Japanese for general love
    Káma=A word used by Buddhist's to describe sensual and sexual love. Considered usually detrimental in seeking enlightenment.
    Ishq=Islamic word for divine love, as the person you love is just a reflection of God.

    LOVE
    1
    An indecency to my Eros:
    Scared of turning love into a sickness.
    Without a latency
    Or an incubation time
    Or a line
    We both cross the line
    I’m hardly old so how can I afford to laugh at myself?
    Without a reason other than
    I have grown cold
    And nervously divert,
    With a black heart,
    Still filled with un-answered questions
    That keep us apart
    2
    Then suki da,
    Biting ears
    And any other
    Overlooked areas.
    Running cold fingers
    On warm skin
    To see who has the tickles today.
    Bathing in hot waters
    Finding a perfect breathing
    A kama
    Sugar cane
    And sometimes I feel powerful
    A power to hold
    I could hold
    Your fire
    A resting desire, though,
    Sometimes an angst to touch it.
    3
    Then ishq,
    The question is not will you grow old with me but,
    will you watch forests grow with me?
    We can plant our own little trees
    and I can offer you all
    Of my essence.
    I forcast a slumber
    Waking to your reflection.





    After the Rooms


    After the rooms, a sense of decoded ritual trickles down my arm.
    All else fails accept a knowledge of cold steel pressed against my skin.
    I can think of better things when I cannot see them.
    Things other than empty waste baskets and ironic cups of tea.
    An old place where I once lived but now am alive.
    An odd taste mixed with a cramp in my hands
    Cant hold anything for too long.
    Can’t rejoice in knowing I’m not gone, not yet.
    Not to forget what I felt before this.
    An awful whispering beckoning me towards my inner pestilence.





    Jazz hands

    He plays with
    I HOPE YOU ****ING DIE
    And
    A long gulp of water
    And crashing
    And a smash
    Of glass
    And metal
    Breathing flesh
    Of the tops
    Of buildings
    And hyperlinks
    Of hurting
    Flirting with nothing
    Or no one or something
    Took hold of
    His be and his bop
    And his bounce
    In a trance


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