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Outback Shearing Shed

I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams mirrored lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.

I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story often told,
in optimistic mirages where water is pure as gold,
and living quarters offered would barely shield the moon
in stifling heat of summer, or bitter cold in June.

All that's left is one wall teasing, the wind to blow it down.
Mustering yards are overgrown; mulga posts lie on the ground.
There's hand-made nails, broken rails, memories that are spread,
here among the ruins of an outback shearing shed.

I feel like I'm intruding out here on the western plains,
standing here in a ghostly wind where it hardly ever rains,
imagining I lived the life that these shearers led,
in the ruins with the ghosts of an outback shearing shed.

All that's left is one wall teasing, the wind to blow it down.
Mustering yards are overgrown; mulga posts lie on the ground.
Oil tins and sharpening stone, broken glass is widely spread
here among the ruins of an outback shearing shed.

I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams preceded lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.


Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015


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War Games

As it unfolds, labeled cold, a wall confines the innocent
It looms of iron, bricks, where stones
are thrown and rifles aimed 
to claim the hopes of those intent
to breech the sniper's scope

Risks are grave, if they should fail
and graves mound high, among the brave  

Outrage cries, games commence -  incident or accident
the game of spies, U know why-- a U-2 flies
against the grain of do or die  
A chessboard filled with stakes so high,
they may enrage a fist to rise in wars against democracy

Labeled cold, …but hot as hell
pawns are played, and deals are made
Men sit alone within a cell, restrained, until a deal is tossed 

Lines are crossed, a bridge is crossed, and breaths are held
for lives of men.   Like ransomed gold
they are played, and waged as if a game of chess, 
where consequence is life or death 

     and peace depends on games of chance



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2/25/16  Inspired by Contest: "Pick a Theme: Bridge of Spies"
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Resubmitted For PD's contest: 
100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2Poetry Contest 


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016


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My to-do list

I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire

Done many things in my short life
My twenty todo list did cause me strife

Wanted to walk on wings flying way up above
My bravery ran out they had to give me a shove

I did it, i perused the land from on high
What a beautiful thing, this variable sky

Back to the circus ring, my stomach did flip
Thoughts of why the heck did i think of this

Brought out this Black Stallion with nostrils aflare
Grabbed hold of his mane he gave me a stare.

We hadnt even started yet
my hands they did sweat

Then I saw the large ring, no flames afire
Wanted to slink  off and forget i was here

As I got up close my nostrils held that smell
The oily rags lit up were as hot as hell

Lit up was like a giant firework display
Riding through it, oh my did i pray

The horse didnt flinch  as I fell around his neck and cried
Thank you Black Stallion for being a safe steed





Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013


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Powerless

Six forty eight,
sitting in a cab at Madison and LaSalle.
Present in hand, Spongebob encased.
A look at the schedule just to confirm
the train leaves at seven PM.

There’s shade in this canyon
but its still hot as hell.
Smog laden air buzzes over the street.
A man from IT or Accounts Receivable 
walks with purpose holding his suit jacket.
The jacket screams that this man cares no more.

We roll along then come to a stop.
Gridlock.
Wide traffic cop 
shakes her head and talks to a friend.

I let out a heavy sigh.
The yellow eyes of my driver
flash back at me in the rearview mirror.
His eyes stand out against his blue-black skin
and chiseled cheek bones.

A siren whines, drawing near.
The Doppler effect
smashes the sound waves pitching higher
against the rear windows of the sitting cars.

Jean Baptiste, as the license says,
looks around and now
lets out his own audible sigh.
A droplet of sweat rolls down his temple.

Airhorns blow again and again.
Our cab nudges forward
pinning the heat of the engine 
against the exhaust exiting
the Crown Vic sitting in front.

A bike messenger weaves on through.
The ambulance grunts pesteringly.
A piece of crap Dodge starts to steam.
The meter silently ka’chings.
A yard of space enters Jean’s view.
Its now seven ‘O’ two.


Copyright © James Graham | Year Posted 2010


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babylon

The throne of babylon is falling
their gold is melting  can you hear them bawling
fire is burning hot as hell
some can neither buy nor sell

the mark in their hand they do not dread
half of them have it in their head
the beast they worship is the evil one
his armies gather at armageddon

its all in the bible and shall come to pass
the world awaits the nuclear blast
the throne of babylon is falling
their skin is melting they keep on bawling

 Will they rue what they've sown, before this last reaping
tears drip from their souls as children lay weeping
His full wrath was poured out, the judgement had come
a new world was birthing, the mystery was done


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012


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Pick Your Poison

P ower held with in my grip, Run bastard, run.
I nnocence once taken can never be un-ripped.
C olorful the names they'll call me now, hateful;
k eep your pity, you've not poisoned my soul. 

Y earling limbs spread for you and you rode.
O nly anger lofted life above the bloody fray,
u ntil today you'd thought nothing of my pain;
r ancid was your heart, but there are many deaths.

P igeon holed in the alley of your miserable hovel
o n a night as hot as hell, what will it be dear,I ask.
I display a fine array of knifes and a scatter gun,
s oftly I whisper  Run bastard, runand laugh.
O nly, it appeared, he could not make a manly choice?
N o, poison, it’s too meek, too neat for my voice.



Published in Sweet Dreams And Night Terrors 2013


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015


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Cowboys in the Badlands

Cowboys in the Badlands 

Out West, across the great divide
great open spaces oceans wide.
Beauty in these badlands does hide
everything fights us as we ride.

Last stop, was exciting wild Abilene
shot an hombre that was very mean.
Watched him bleed as he slowly died
his gal held him and loudly she cried.

Before, she had sworn love to me
next his dying love she swore to be.
Riding away fast, ahead of the Law
looking back, cloud of dust we saw.

My partner lit out on me last night
cried this was surely not his fight.
He turned back east galloping so fast
we had our time, had a damn blast. 

Ahead the badlands beckon me on
this cowboy life sets me all alone.
Hot as hell the water miles ahead
A night's rest to clear my head.

Morning sun woke me to great heat
no bread, bacon and eggs to eat.
Precious water is in very short supply
always fleeing, I ponder just why.

No time to enjoy such pretty views
my path ahead, my life I must choose.
Avoiding Indians and the chasing men
forever alone with never a friend.

This beauty now I can slow to see
posse has surely given up on me.
Coyotes call , rattlesnakes do hiss
comfort of town I do sorely miss.

Found now, a dusty trail to old Mexico 
across the Rio Grande I now go.
Far behind, hell's horses race after me
dancing with pretty senoritas I'll soon be!

10/11/2014


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014


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How to Beat the Heat

the heat is on and the temperature feels like its hot as hell
the heat is on in every aspect of life in these turbulent times as well
environmentally, economically and politically society is at the boiling point
people are frustrated, discombobulated their noses are all out of joint
even when one's trying to do the right thing the devil will bring on the heat
to keep you under the fire and make your life's assignment much harder to complete

to beat the heat be aware of the darkness brought on by fear
to beat the heat trust in God and believe that His light is always near
for no matter how the devil's darkness attempts to diminish God's light
remember Jesus is your salvation and for you He'll fight the good fight
don't allow the heat to make you weak and give the devil a stronghold
for when the devil gets in he might win and cause you to surrender and fold
stand firm in your convictions and girded up in the words of Christ
don't let the heat bring you defeat and allow the enemy into your life
put your trust in the Lord God and surrender to Him your soul
chill out, let go and let God have total control
you can't fix everything as you don't have the ability nor the tools
its not about luck its about being blessed by the God who rules
so put your confidence in the power of the Lord
He's your strength and in Him all is in accord
you won't need shortcuts nor do you need to make any deals
for God has the ability and capability to even bring the devil to heel

a woman recently came under fire the enemy brought on the heat
her words out of context were used against her and she then resigned in defeat
but God was working on the situation His mighty hands were now in the mix
and after the truth was brought to light her reputation and integrity were fixed
she chilled out and placed her confidence in God's righteous hands
she was then vindicated and all sorts of apologies at her feet did land
 
how to beat the heat that comes with life's fiery darts
how to beat the heat is to have a righteousness of heart
God will deflect, God will protect, and cover you with the blood
to keep you cool and not by the devil be made a tool by placing you high above
to beat the heat put your mind on Jesus and not look left nor right
lift your eyes to the Lord, your Redeemer, your Salvation, your Light
let God provide, let God guide and let God drive while you're in the passenger seat
let all be in accord as you chill out with the Lord is the best way to beat the heat








Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010


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Life as a Bearded dragon

Let me tell you something
I live in sand
No water barely any food
Strong as a dragon
I have a beard still not old
I eat bugs all day , everyday
Always hiding from predators nowadays
I can't go to Antarctica
I'll die with a brain freeze
My skin is as rough as an alligator
Don't touch me I bite
I only can stand heat that is hot as hell
I may look like a wizard
I'm actually a lizard


Copyright © Abdiel Rios | Year Posted 2016


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Baskin Robbins

I'm about to have a toe curling moment
 thought you'd be interested.
Laid up in bed in inverted positions 
so pillows muffle affirmative actions. 
Any idea what any of this means? 
Should I add a little devil in the details?  
Make it hot as hell, wet like a church member 
who always says "well." 
Girl, I know I've been changed. 
Elevated on this  going down skill set, 
I love asking if you've had lunch yet.  
Heard I am what I eat which means I must be you 
cause you sustain me boo with the things you do. 
The way you hold it down and stick around makes 
me wanna hustle for you. My number one fan. 
Feel it rising, slowing so it surprises us with an unforgettable
 my, my, my, stains on red dresses
 might as well stay undressing. 
And like the champ you are, you put your mouth where 
the money is and start counting my Benjamins.  
Got me screaming in pillows thinking bout you.
Love you times three. For the things you do, 
those I do for you; and the predicaments 
you place my mind in. 
Inverted experiences on elevated levels
 "ah damn" wonder if this makes you want to 
have birthday celebrations every Sunday? 
Your lips all over my chocolate cream
I'll give you 31 flavors and the sweetest
of dreams.



Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2014


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a prime rose

The weakened soft thoughts lay humble 
within future coats 
a darkened past tracks scampered shines 
forth a morning of immortal moved elements 
it will bring away 
a prime love can't be replaced 
and thus it comes 
a very open hide light of it's first sight 
in pursued windows of no time 
sun anyway goes down and hot as hell 
by age 
gray visions,left behind in desire, 
revealed 
delicious empty shades of dawns 
filds or doors 
just dusk doors 
and spilled life only are 
these present words 



Copyright © Weightless Pen | Year Posted 2014


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HAIKU GLIMPSES 2




HAIKU GLIMPSES #2


I see you
Resolute as ever;
After my own heart

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Face well-sculptured
Time tells tales;
Poignant story

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Dry June humidity
Sunscreen helps;
Hot as Hell

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Durian season
Pungent gastronomy;
Aromatic digest

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Words on rice paper
Delicate strokes;
Ancient soliloquy

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Finesse styles
Picture calligraphy;
Foreign nuance

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Coming home baby
To familiar notes;
What's new pussycat?

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Love unfurls
Passionate blueprints;
Vacation thoughts

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Myriad movements match
Stormy stirrings surge;
Timely troubles treat

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In fond glances
Love steals sensations;
Haiku glimpses

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This old man
Never played one;
Now he's gone

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Leon Enriquez
25 June 2015
Singapore


Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015


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My Letter to You

Eyes they sparkled infused with life 
Your very soul my guiding light
Impish smile that sealed the deal 
My heart restored by words surreal

Loving heart so warm and true
You shelter my hurts that's what you do

That smile that makes my body ache
Laughter between us burns it radiates
George and Gracie their love we exude 
Honey you're nuts I love you it's true

Loving support selfless so you
My rock so strong that's what you do

Charming as Bond but sexier than AL
I can tell you Honey you're hot as hell
Your moves they lift my spirit high
Your song you sing is my favourite lullaby 

Your home you lovingly so graciously share
I feel so protected safe in your care

I   Love  You!
Your my guardian angel
My best friend
My treasure 
My true find

Honey I thank you!
God Bless you, 
sweet kisses 
I sign 
xoxo


Copyright © Carol B. | Year Posted 2017


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My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes

My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes

When love slept, **May 25th my love awaked

“I love you” could be said in a hundred ways

But me showing you could last a thousand days

If actions speak louder than words

Then the genius of our love is a problem for all the nerds

Your eyes may not lie upon me at all times of your day

But in your heart, permanently and always, I’ll stay


My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes

No one can see how you saw, like how you love

Or even kiss like you kiss, hug like you hug

You hate camping, but our hearts just went, Oh well!

Snuggling together with a fire hot as hell

Let the moon shine forever with stories to tell

I love you, you love me, and we love each other and the key

Of life and the world to see, your heart stays strong while you’re with me


My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes

BANG! BANG! POUND! POUND! Loves goes back and forth

If your sunset comes first, I’ll be filled with remorse

Wishing we sat together, (sigh)… but life takes its course

When my heart pounds in need for that extra breath

The cells of your heart recuperate my natural health

My heart vibrates extra hard, so let that organ quake

My heart pounds, loves, all at the same time while this organ shakes.

** if you're going to copy, add you anniversary date



Copyright © Darian Brown | Year Posted 2011


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Friends For Dinner



We're having friends for dinner on Saturday Well we're not actually having them for dinner! That statement implies that we're cannibalistic And our list of friends would get thinner! We drive on a parkway and park on a driveway This play on words sure can confuse If teachers taught, why don't preachers praught? One moose, two meese, how do we choose? Make amends always seems to be plural Can't we make one amend I'd like to know! One tooth, two teeth, why not one booth two beeth? And why shouldn't you pick your seat at a show? A slim chance and a fat chance mean the same But a wise man and a wise guy are opposites The weather is either hot as hell or cold as hell I know it's confusing but don't take a fit! This English language can be oh so confusing It can drive you to distraction at times But try to learn Chinese or Mandarin my friend You'll realize the English language is divine! © Jack Ellison 2014


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014


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Brought to you by the number 6

Six, Six, Six, oh no
Hot as hell for this trio....
Saved by the grace, God





For the numbers contest


Copyright © Molly Cooper | Year Posted 2010


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Global Warming Frenzy

Step aside, Mr. Gore, as the world's people rebel
Despite your predictions, Earth is not as hot as hell
 
We took your global warnings seriously at first
But for your dire forecasts, we no longer thirst
 
UN scientists who'd backed up your warnings
Now say there's no evidence the planet is warming
 
Instead, a mini ice age raps on a frosty door
A whiteout winter lingers; snow still covers Earth's floor
 
Was it all a ruse to propel yourself to the spotlight?
As the blizzards wreak havoc, you've fallen from our sight
 
And worse, we are left to wonder why you paid no heed
To historical cycles that made your theories weak
 
Prehistoric species fell during a period of heat
And proof of past ice ages are preserved in Mammouth meat
 
So please do us a favor and stay, as now, in hiding
Your doom and gloom prophecies we are now deriding
 
With each shovel of unprecedented winter snow
Angry Americans shake their heads and want to know
 
If it was the speaking engagements and book sales
That led you to express your global warming wails
 
Or did corporate backers of your "green energy" business
Lead you to attempt to spoon feed us utter nonsense
 
Pollution is of great concern to all with conscience
But attributing climate cycles to it simply made no sense
 
The UN scientists now say they've lost all supporting data
Belief in "global warming" has been tossed back at ya


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010


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The Tale of My Birth

Hot as hell, emotions fire the flames, 
Nervous about meeting doctors, nurses, 
Curtain separates them from congregation,
The veil is not torn in two, but steamy adulation, 
Courts their friendship sessions to distance, 
Bible fanatic from mum, with a secular pretence: 
Stationed to obey that mile that you go, 
Faithful to womb child who does overthrow, 
That divine validation of mundane everyday life, 
Which never does blot his copybook, he’s your invisible wife, 
Just because nothing bad happens, then he’s loving, 
To be a feature of your relationships and thinking,
So good to give you a furtherer of your animations, 
So fine to set converts and following by time within your devotions: 
Baby born, and the first thing they said was Jesus! 
But I did adjust like a jet, right arm spasm, religion to suss, 
Because i had not related perfectly to my mum at all in her beauty, 
By getting into a tizzy, a fix about her vaginal cavity:
The umbilical chord did suffocate around my neck, 
Three times, and three times to many, ‘cos i hit the deck, 
Put in an incubator, a machine my life to sustain, 
Where i didn’t depend on maternal caresses to obtain, 
That blooming continuation that does greatly assure you of your future, 
You expectations, your understandings and boundaries to nurture; 
The machine of oxygen and warmth did suffice, 
To love this new born child as cold as ice,
To spiritual things and to worlds unknown, 
By humankind who only know hell when it’s thrown;
And as I did lurk in my hospital bedroom, or ward, 
Like a businessman who is playing the sure investment card:
I wished so much that black book to just disappear, 
As it only wrought despair, anxiety and tumultuous fear; 
My parents friends, stone cold as delinquent thieves, 
Prayed though those days as they sang “Bringing In The Sheaves,” 
Whilst appendices of nurses added that they’d do, 
Convincing my parents, including doctor-trained dad, that I’d pull through, 
They just read the bible to me, over and over, 
Through glass ventilator, that separator which did cover,
Happy as chuck, pleased as punch and relaxed enough, in that clever machine, 
I clearly didn’t see what they did mean, 
Because I was dressed in the NHS, nothing less, 
Never this sin to render or confess.


Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016


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Do not Leave without a Treasured Tale to Tell

Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell,
The angels wait patiently to hear you sing or scream;
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.

In a world that is full of stains and stinking smell,
So many are sleeping while some never dare to dream,
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell.

The wise wake up each day, either weak or well,
They crave not to end up as a member of the tempter’s team,
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.

Life is lovely, some are singing, ringing a blessed bell;
Some peasants plough and still have nothing to steam;
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell.

I seldom feel for the fine flowers that faded and fell,
But I wonder how some elites eternally erase their esteem
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.

We’re all born with death, just like a snail can’t shun its shell,
But will your demise give the world a gloom or a bright beam?
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell,
Down, down the plain pit that is as hot as hell.


Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010


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OFFICE AFTERNOON SEX

it was on the job
this was odd
my boss paper i toss
he came in with grim
i could tell
he was hot as hell
ypu can bet
it 
OFFICE  AFTERNOON SEX


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013


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Death

Death is not an option, it's your destiny,
But why suit up in boxing gears and try to fight,
He won't throw a single punch but you throw many,
He watches you beat yourself as you swing with all your might,
Then just one touch from him then you dies,
You will end up like everyone else, no matter your wealth,
Everyday someone dies, they all drop like flies,
Because death cares about no one but himself,
Death waits on nobody,
So why should we wait on him,
Let's enjoy life fully,
Bursting with fun like a big zit,
Let's not have too much fun and play with death,
Like joining a gang and selecting a gun,
Getting high on weed or smoking meth,
That's when death laughs and have his fun,
We're all on the same side, let's join hands,
Hold on to life tight, squeezing her palm,
As we all see death has no fans,
He's hot as hell, were cool (pun) and he's warm......


Copyright © Jevaun Walker | Year Posted 2012


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coffee

Hot as hell, heavenly sweat
My daily hot coffee fix 
Sends Me to Heaven 
Then Crashes into Hell 



Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2016


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Reconciliation

Yes I knew I was doing wrong
But her beauty drove me crazy
Not knowing that you were made
I was stupid and I Do admit

I loved the most when you told me you loved me.
But I couldnt help it 'cause she dated me
I aint lying, this is the thing
But my girl I do love ya
.

The taste of your lips is nice
Though I tasted them only twice
I wished I could do it thrice
But thrice would be multiplied

Stupidity surrounded me 
That I fell in love with that Canadian girl
Complexion pleaded to me
Who she was I couldnt tell
But comparing faces , you were as hot as hell
Comparing love, yours wasn't a tell
.

I do regret why I put a ring on her finger 
And if you wish, we can move on
Though I am no singer
I wanna sing a song of love  unto thy ear

I love you Lisa
I wanna give you happiness
If you allow me to


Copyright © Desire Kateyera | Year Posted 2016


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Calling me deeper

DEEPER.. 
I was  a lost child.
With no destination, I was lost truly lost. I wasted half of my life on vanity. I thought it was fun some of us do, I followed that part, I went deeper so deep.
I was hoping to see more fun, but I found nothing. 
I was so deep.
when I could not find pleasure.
I wanted out.
but I was deeper, deeper I could not see.
it was dark.
I did what was in the darkness cause I could not see.
the darkness was calling me. 
there was no where for me to go.
it was then I knew it was a trap.
deeper, I was deeper, I found no more pleasure but could not get out.
I went deeper looking for something of pleasure.
I was tired of the weight of the cross.
since no more pleasure, so I wept I wanted out the tears of !y eyes was as hot as Hell and so pitiful I look.
Then I thought am done with.
I saw a light only then I knew I was surrounded with dirt.
I followed the light. 
I was getting out.
I had encouragement. 
A voice was with me. 
He was faithful. 
He took me out and then the weight of sin left me little by little because I seek pleasure in things of eternal.
I want deeper.
there is a constant joy. 
the pleasure was not temporary.
It tasted like everlasting pleasure. 
I want deeper. 
deeper.


Copyright © Christian adeyemi | Year Posted 2016


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Eighties Babe

Should'a been born in the early 80's
Rock n Roll, Motley Crue, Kiss, Joan Jet,
I wear bandana's and my hair in a hot-as-hell poof
Metalica shirts and skinny jeans,
Leather pants and cut up Tee's,
My nails are done in black and hot pink. 
High boots and high sneaks,
I got some sexy kicks,
rings on my fingers, Chains on my neck,
Drinkin all night and thinkin bout sex,
I got that Rock N Roll In my ears,
A high pitch scream sayin Hell Yeah!
Party all night, sleep all day,
I shoulda been an 80's Babe.


Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012