Starlight and Blue Moon cast color above
Inspiring artists and thinkers alike
To aspire to reach their twinkling sky heights
In an artistic act of dreamy love
From all sorts of passion that they speak of
Nature’s lightening will vigorously strike
Embedding its golden whip in their psychs
Until creation of a morning dove.
A striped cat sneaks around without a care
As it embodies true simplicity
Such cat puts all ideas into its snare
Artists rely on such felicity
They’re whimsically mixing words to prepare
For hidden cat-like authenticity.
Barking; I harken
Almost darken
Need to be free
Underneath the tree
I wonder what ye will find
As I dig within the tree
I fill my stomach with pebbles
Unfazed and bewildered
The smells make me shiver
Sounds unbeknownst to me
I hither and wither
Taken aback
My owner retracts
I make my attack
I harken and say to thee
We will meet underneath the tree.
Facial parts, a trophy of war to be feared
“Mimizuka” are mounds of noses and ears, how weird
Those guys were sadistic
Maybe a bit animalistic
What drove these ancients to be so hedonistic
Animalistic can often be some guys approach
Not me, a gentle soul am I, don't need no coach
Written up in books
Easy to overlook
But WOW, a charmer is me, beyond reproach
Flesh, once more revealing it's aweful fangs....
This irony, so easy we see ? Java man caverns cold
Entering their final stand; the withering of her fig trees
Seeking to stem his tides be sin ? Failing as gazing into truth's
Mirrors which reveal their own: feeding your beast chasing, cheese
Blind unto them one foot cast amid carnal's trap ? Belial playing monopoly
Watching prophecy unfold afore ignorant eyes these, foretold tides ? Melting skies a trumpant blows.
Animalistic Love
How can I describe making love to you?
So many words I would like to use
Love to use
I know they are offensive to some
Maybe some have never experienced such passion
Others may have but not known the words to describe it
In that dark room with the curtains drawn
We found worlds beyond our own in every touch
There was a choir singing above
Yet they could not drown our primitive screams
There are so many words out there
Used in normal conversation around the world
They should be used since the passion was there
Animalistic instincts from pre-ancient times
Before man was man
Before moralistic views came into play
The instincts are still there
Raging as a fire deep within out groins
Yet, modern sensitivity limits the words describing those emotions
The raging passion will never be restricted by others
That one moment of total sharing
What words can tell of those pure feelings?
How can I describe making love to you?
I can’t!
Keen sight,eyes aglow.Moving slight no one knows.Smell of fear,very near.Undeniably
clever.The skill,thrill of the frightful prey.Can't hide from the beast
outside.Gnawed,clawed,taste of food.
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