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Delve into the abyss where curiousity and taboo delicacies intersect at fantasy and reality. Expressing oneself in words is denial of the physical realm or a gift from the Gods and Goddesses. The pen is mightier than the sword and a kiss more deadly than a bullet. Sensuality and brutality brought to life through script. "Fear not what is unspeakable but of what remains unspoken"

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Deceitful Bastard

You've always told the truth never told a lie
Don't listen to his words; just look into his eyes
When you're eyes met from across the room
You should have sensed the impending doom

Not the first; nor the last
Tomorrow you'll be someone in the past
He looks you up and down making you wet
He wants you to be a one night pet
Sexy Couple
You are so naive and easily decieved
His eyes roam your body knowing your lips will please
It is only a few hours past midnight he seeks
Of  pain and pleasure his words will speak

Some half truths but mostly terrible lies
All he cares about is getting between your thighs
He wants you naked and panting on all fours
He's already imagining you crying out for more

He makes his way over, thoughts in his eyes foretold 
If you noticed the glint , you'd see a predatory soul
Get away now because he's getting too close
He will burn your flesh with kisses but that innocent heart will roast.

He'll leave you wondering what happened and how you ended up in this place
He'll tell you he's through, you can leave as he removes the mask from your face.

Monday, August 20, 2012

BAD FRUIT

Into the depths of Hell they should fall
If all is forgiven that number is small
Righteous or Evil; an individual choice
Heed a moral code or the twisted inner voice
Evade responsibility leaving a scar not a mark
Be a role model to all and avoid the dark

If either path brings us the same fate
Do we choose love or give in to hate
Are we strategically aligned or sporadically placed
When death takes our bodies, is the soul embraced
Does anyone really know
Where it is they all go




Based on our performance here
Do we all end up there
When the mind shuts off and the ground turns cold
Is it terminal darkness or eternal light we'll behold
This is the question that keeps them in line
The thought of a realm so truly divine

If we dare misstep and fall from His grace
Or no matter what, all sinners embraced
If it's true all sins may be forgiven
Then there are surely bushels of bad fruit in Heaven

PG 2003