Once More With Feeling
Honours lust and longing stare
Childlike face yet adult glare
Movements course through lovers figure
Eyes are marked like toughened triggers
Darkened room with lightened thoughts
Emotions learned but never taught
poem by Kristina Londy
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Dear Hate
Dear hate, I’m sick of you
You taught me bad manners
I learned gossip and envy
People became criminals and abusers
Dear hate, I’m sick of you
You’re too smart, you have your triggers
Yelling, shouting, and screaming
This is what made us sinners
Dear hate, I’m sick of you
You entrapped me, myself, and many others
It’s neither nice nor funny
Thats it! I’m leaving you to your lovers!
poem by Aljazi .q8
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You've Lost Your Way
Lovers in the basement sipping on a cola
their friend goes in to see them
but they don't have to be afraid
I go down the stairwell
I stare at the stairwell
I stare at the girl.
you just have to be who you are
There's no room for liars
there's no room for liars
there's no need for fires
so I won't have to go outside
No one can believe
no one can believe
no one can believe I'm a voyeur.
There is no room for voyeurs
there's only room for disaster
there's only room for you and me
Frances' only sixteen
she's only sixteen
but she's (either sold out or sewn up)
song performed by by Idlewild
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Sweet Fury
On darkened streets and in drunken bars,
I have taken punches,
But I always gave as good as I got,
When I was growing up in the hell that was home,
The people that should have looked out for me were the ones giving the abuse,
And I have learned for a while,
To live without money or food,
To live without family or friends,
But the thing that toughened me the most was my greatest weakness,
Women,
For all the relationships I cared for,
All the flings and encounters in strange beds,
Out in the wild or near the ocean under the stars,
For all the sweet smiles and joyous laughter,
All the broken hearts and furious tears,
I learned not to care
poem by Antonio Antonopoulos
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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The Game of Stare
There’s a boy with his fellow
I caught his eyes with a wander
Now the game has been played
Now you have been challenged
You better asked my name
Before anyone came
But you only stare, stare, stare
Like I annoy your safety ring
Like you can’t even think
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I lose you something
Something you can’t even win
There’s boy in the dance floor
I catch his eyes, he comes closer
Now the game is replayed
Now you better watch out
You better take me out
Before someone calls you coward
Cause you only stare, stare, stare
Like you never see me in dress
Like no one else who dares
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I steal you something
Something you can’t even think
There’s a boy in the park
He makes me catch his eyes
Now the game is forward
Now you don’t want to break up
You better have a word
Before you loose your hold
And you only stare, stare, stare
Like a puppy wants a bone
Like you’ll be lost if I’m gone
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I can give you something
Something you think you can’t win
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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Face In The Mirror
Time passes by
And the years fade into the distance
I look into the mirror and see a young boy
Full of hope and potential
A few moments later I stare again at my reflection
And I see a young teenager
Enthusiastic and full of life
Tasting love for the first time
Preparing to step into adulthood
Ready to take on the responsibilities that adulthood brings
I stare again at the mirror
My past lives reflected back at me
I see a young adult
Taking his first steps in the world
Learning how to interact and build a future
Hoping to find a partner to share his life with
Again I look into the mirror
This time the adult is older
Just turned thirty
The stress lines are starting to appear
Hope has faded to cynicism
The relationships have all ended badly
A breakdown is just around the corner
As I look into the mirror
I see a sad young man on a mental ward
Trying to come to terms with the pressures of life
The figure looks lost and forlorn
Will he put the pieces back together again?
Another glance at the mirror
This time the figure is nearly forty
There is a distant look in his eyes
Dreaming of what might have been
There is an attitude of acceptance and resignation
Life is a hard battle and sometimes you lose
Just living out the remaining years
Another glance at the mirror
This time the figure appears much older
The adult is now an old man of sixty-five
There is a look of fear in his eyes
His family have passed on and he is all alone
Only distant relatives remain and they were never close
The fear is of what lies ahead
Pain and suffering and death
As I look again in the mirror
I see a grave and a gravestone
Only two or three people at the funeral service
A sad end to a life
And as he gasped his last breath
Fear was still close at hand
What faced him after death?
Would his soul face damnation
For wasting the gift of life?
The gates of heaven would be slammed shut in his face
soul without a home too afraid to enter into hell
A soul endlessly searching for redemption but time has run out
A never-ending period of purgatory
A tormented soul without hope of redemption
As I look into the mirror I see my true self
Tears roll down my cheeks
I have seen my fate and it frightens me
Please guide me towards the path of salvation
poem by Jojo ismail
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Love And Lust
Each shall have a room, as they are distinct
As love is blind, lust has eyes wide open for its games
As love is day, lust is the night at the bar
As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent looking for the tasty froth
Love need not be beautiful but lust makes it a requisite
Love may abstain, but lust cannot
By its nature it thrives in banquets
Love is pure but lust goes to mud in all wild wrestling for what it desires
I can love you without lust
But you may not like it after all
I love and lust you
And in you
Love and lust shall
Hold hands, kiss tight, hiss all the night
Love and lust
The two becoming one
To both of us
So this union may last
This communion of souls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blunt Force
They told me to relax and it would be easy.
I tried to let the moment flow.
My vein, they said was small.
My body was a temple after all.
I loved my lovers and my haters,
As I was taught.
If I relax it will be easy,
My thoughts flew.
They went everywhere my mind ever went.
In a meadow and wood,
In a brewery and in my hood.
Please, I begged them, I am but human,
But with blunt force, I was but taught.
Taught to be evil and dark in the day.
Learned to do just what they say.
But I am proud and ambitious,
Living like a bright spot in their dark night.
Evil is good for the bad.
Good is the evil they never had.
Thine Eyes I Wear
Hidden beneath your immense stare
Is thine soul exquisite, refined and rare
Fluid and chilly as a streaming river
Your look, your soul, makes mine shiver
Under thine eyes, thy raiment I wear
The look of love, thine ardent glare
Attractive to thee like the embers of fire
What is that thou sincerely admire?
Is it thine own eyes I wear?
Is it thine eyes that attract thy own stare?
When thou look I change into you
For in thine look, thy love I accrue
Always look at me with that beautiful glare
And thine look, thine eyes, I will proudly wear.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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You Just Have To Be Who You Are
Lovers in the basement sipping on a cola
their friend goes in to see them
but they don't have to be afraid
I go down the stairwell
I stare at the stairwell
I stare at the girl.
You just have to be who you are (x4)
There's no room for liars
there's no room for liars
there's no need for fires
so I won't have to go outside
No one can believe
no one can believe
no one can believe I'm a voyeur.
There is no room for voyeurs
there's only room for disaster
there's only room for you and me
You just have to be who you are (x4)
Everyone knows
My friend she's only sixteen
she's only sixteen
but she's (either sold out or sewn up)
You just have to be who you are (x4)
All my friends
my friends
and what is important
and what is important
and nothing is important
song performed by by Idlewild
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Little Triggers
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers. I dont wanna be hung up, strung up,
When you dont call up.
Little sniggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. my hand on your hip.
Thinkin all about those censored sequences,
Worryin about the consequences,
Waiting until I come to my senses.
Better put it all in present tenses.
Worryin about the common decency
When it is only a question of frequency
When you say o.k. but I gotta cheek to be
Sayin youre tired of me when you dont even weaken these
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Tango D'Amore
Staring at the one you love and perspire
Intense emotions confined in balls of fire
The black shirt covers his bold tattoos
While she stands and it's him she refuses
He challenges her love with a daring stare
Trembling she finally admits to the affair
Eyes lock and longing now rawly displayed
It's too late to be gentle and to persuade
The powerful rhythm of the Tango is heard
Surroundings are fading and no one stirred
The first touch is fueled with burning coals
Lovers standing still to surrender all controls
With a left step he is demanding the lead
Giving in she moves backwards as agreed
He pushes her but she comes back really strong
Both understand what's at stake and prolong
Movements are spontaneous and freely driven
The dance is a fight and no judgment is given
The Tango is reserved to dance with a lover
All will surface and nothing stays undercover
He supports her fall with love and admiration
Her curves are noted with fever and desperation
To challenge a lover offering a fighting chance
Only the Tango d'amore is the perfect dance
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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I Want You
I can see your darkened eyes across the room turn into lies and laughter
And asking for my name again then introduced as just a friend
Well it was no fantasy the passion burned
You touched me the evening turned to midnight
I can't forget the naked trust
One quenchless night of shaking lust and fire
I want you
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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A carve out
Dear you not only look good
But are carved out of wood
You are like fresh flower from garden
Which has not boomed all of sudden?
I think you have fallen so deep
You had not time to peep
You have maintained an kept the figure
You are bound to succeed in future
Not all may know but only handful
You are pretty and beautiful
You are like full moon
you can be easily seen in noon
know it well what you are
You may be very far
Still a bright and shining star
Your eyes truly sparkle as they are
Feel it from within and express
You should not be in duress
Keep smiling always with eyes to glare
don't hold it back or prevent it to stare
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Quench Your Lust
The lust for life
hasn't brought them
all to the life of
muddy, hellish dark
lanes, murky alleys,
They also dream of home
and hearth, of happiness,
of a blissful yard.
The greedy eyes of
flesh-lovers bring for
them only buck, disease
and shattered pieces
of dream...
The music of their lives
stopped long ago,
when they first
compelled to sell
their virginity,
to quench your lust!
They are marked
as the inmates of
red-light area.
We avoid them with
keen hatred!
They are not ours...
But, the everyday visitors
are not spotted out.
They make fun of them,
the actual blood and
soul-suckers, the creams
of our society!
Do you know, we need
the soil of brothels
to make the idol
of Goddess Durga?
Because, they take
all the sins of this
earth by satisfying
the lust of some
lustful men!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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This Morning
Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to give
Nothing more in you
Nothing else to have or hold
Nothing left, but time to go
Time to go
Years go by
Didn't really say that much at all
And moments just fly
Didn't ever really touch at all
Weeks always run down
Didn't really get that close at all
And days, days fall out
Didn't ever really know at all
And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright
She stares at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room
So mean and so white
I stare at her in this room as she stares into the night
Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to ask
Nothing more of you
Nothing else to share or show
Nothing left but time to go
In his eyes as we turn no eternity of life
In his eyes as we turn no infinity of why
In his eyes as we turn no beautiful goodbye
In his eyes as we turn...nothing but tears
In his eyes as we turn...nothing but tears
(spoken:) I couldn't understand too much of what was being said
In a matter of minutes
Peacefully so slow
I had to think to breathe
My heart burst
We moved in silence really slowly away from the world
As we drove a strange silence
That moment
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Days fall out
Weeks always run down
Moments just fly
Weeks go by
And then we're here
And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright
I stare at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room so mean and so white
You stare at me in this room as I stare into the night
Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing more to take
Nothing more from you
Nothing else to need or know
There's nothing left at all...but time to go
song performed by by Cure
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Adults Like Children
The cry of a child
Should be taken as mild
But that of an adult?
Is like overwriting a cult!
Hate that you would be adult by nature
In appearance and stature
Yet you hold up childlike culture
You feed us with folly like agriculture
Punching holes, here and there
Amongst your colleagues; peer-to-peer
You love pain with others so near
Without shame and/or fear
Grow up, not only your rear
Grow in manner without sneer
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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