Augustinian Poems - Poems about Augustinian

Subconcious streams flitter through my silty porthole Ebb and flow through my consciences' filtering scroll Clogging the interstices and my formative, fragile mind doth control Perceptions of self flood my sensory console  Pent-up desires breach mind's, shallow levee and over carefree banks roll Carnal instincts bleach and, over time, corrode my chaste compass's steady pole My soul's rudder listlessly through the...

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Dark shadows stalk the imaginary paths of my brain Mirroring conscience reflects the torpor of my anguished soul Black clouds hover in every dark corner of my jaded psche Raining doubt and fear on the canvas of my jaundiced mind Brackish tears of penance but soil the pores of my fever-soaked face Flowing into a convoluted whirlpool of shame that...

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Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance Bartering for a brokered, fatuous, amorous romance Initiating a coarse, trite parlance Scoring a lusty, lively,...

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Soiling, sin stains bleach the fabric of my inner being Serrated path is dotted with my continual missteps Shady thoughts shudder my raven mind Salty, brackish inclinations evaporate into my sane senses Silty apparitions clutter then corrode my night visions Sultry, lucid desires are embedded in my dark imagination  Seductive thoughts race through my coarsening intellect Shifting eyes refract the availing light Sordid...

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Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition to mind's hatch  The murky dross of yesterday's sins seeps deep into my addled psche The residual guilt oppresses my soul The brackish...

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