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“Where would you sleep when you fall away?”
These answers haunt me;
As I’ve seen you die today.
Awaken in total darkness;
As dawn breaks, in unison with this heart
Little sounds of you dribble down the gallery
Like pebbles in the stream behind – into my room
As an artist to canvas, in my thoughts, I paint –
Your breast heaving in long, abysmal sighs of content
In cavernous snores of ignorance and bliss
And I – but a wayward ghost in our home
Haunting the very same cracks and crevices
lily of the death valley
heads to light through the wire-
mesh-netted-fence
unoffended
undisclosed
elevators are needless now
Or reverse a waterfall,
If I could make light be slow
Or cause the wind to stall,
If I could cure all illnesses
and make the injured whole,
or remove hatred from men’s hearts
and let the soulless find a soul.
If I could make men see sense
And refuse to go to war,
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“Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” – Winston Churhill
“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.” – Winston Churhill
“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.” – Albert Einstein
“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.” – Mark Twain
“Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.” – Albert Einstein
“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in
Falling Down a Tunnel
I’m falling down a tunnel
it’s slippery like a slide
it’s way too dark in here
there’s no light from outside.
There’s no way to get out
there’s no way to get back
the walls are wet and cold
I’m frightened of the black.
Speaking gifted expressions
in a lost language
spilling sex
and desire
You inspire me
to write for you
I rise to the divine condition
and elicit carnal positions
No longer thinking
Animal instincts take over
I never stop scratching
I leave as many marks
as climaxed urges
I’m a savage
I ravage
Rawrrrr
Sexually
attacking
you
Cannibalistic
you make me
wanna eat you
A primal need
Circling
the tongue
tip plays
Latin Legs
She shimmies past on heels that won’t end,
latin legs luring me closer and closer.
The music drifts throughout the club,
the sultry beat matching my heart’s tempo…
She slinks onto the floor, hands on her hips,
pouty lips beckoning to me from afar.
Wild beats and wicked movement,
begging and pleading without a word,
as I sit there, gaze riveted on you,
I cannot break the link between us,
and I don’t even want to.
Latin legs luring me to the end of the line,
as I stand and move closer,
