Best Pure As The Driven Snow Poems

Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired and silken clad his lusting eyes allure...

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Why does the heart want when the heart wants?
One of the questions logic cannot explain
So In this state I shall remain and write to numb the pain
Pain that could one day turn into bliss, but who can tell what lies in the abyss

Only God knows...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it...

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Nineteen years ago, a precious gift, given to me
Having a son to call my own, forever to keep
A bond between mother and son, never to be broken
A love so great, to define in words, could never be spoken

Frequently I visit that night, just to hold...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it...

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only by a fluke did I manage 
   to worm winning trust 
   among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy, 

   would never breach scandalous 
   tidbits, into a an underground impregnable   
 ...

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Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside 
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo 
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set 
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to the ice core logic 
frozen articles burning coldly hot blooded...

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Artist-by Michelle Artiaga

Dancer, let your spirit fly,
Dancer, touch the sky.
Let your love float through your fingertips,
Let your dreams shine in your eyes.
Dance, Dance til your free as the wind,
Break the chains that bind you on the ground.
You're a dove, pure as the driven snow,
Let it...

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...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)

his elves and reindeer discovered only 
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the...

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Down by the Edge of the Woods

I know a place I love to go,
It’s quiet and pure as the driven snow.
A place that I can call my own,
A special place I can think and dream alone.
Down by the edge of the woods.

I hear a breeze...

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to the men in lab coats with horns like unto goats, 
an open confession of a minor isotope:

I -- so -- Hope that a day shall dawn
when men no longer long
for the things that do not belong
and are, oh so wrong
for mine and your and...

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Sound of a soul echoing 
Eating inside the silence, ask what 
I should do for you 
Before I am taken away from you 
Inside a whirlpool rises 
Opening a gateway 

You are chariots of fire 
burning away shadows 
Drawn with blazing horses 
Truly one gift...

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Master, teacher, and deliverer is what Jesus was to me
And, thanks to him, never again do I have to feel unclean
Real love and compassion is what I received from him
Yesterday's sorrow has gone, and a new day of happiness has come


My new life is pure...

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What are you to me?
The whiff of cheap cigarette smoke;
Like burnt toast on the balmy air
A mass of silken ebony;
Your age-defying hair
A skin both gold and ivory pale;
A map of the life you’ve led
A warm glow in the pit of my belly
The fire that you’ve...

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the (better late than never) 
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick

treasured untold shenanigans of Santa, 

his elves and reindeer discovered only 

by colluding via "FAKE" fluke 

did I manage to worm winning the trust

among Christmas elves and reindeer

confident this generic guy,

would never breach...

Continue reading...