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Raping of That Virgin Drop of Rain
So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly
by clouds as air into water processed.
Why a diamond shaped of natures play
or of gravity earth awaits, greedily
life yearned for its fall from grace.

Longing for its purity Man restless,
salivating for the angelic virgin to descend.
Unspoiled, unsoiled, sweetness itself only 
God...

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Categories: raping, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Raping the Muse
yeah, right
there where the flower blossoms
and flags
where mustangs rove the prairie
and two nebulas lose their
virginity in a cheap motel
room where you are an
unsaddled bellhop
flogging a dead
idea....

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Categories: raping, on work and working,
Form: Free verse
Raping This Spiral
I can't stop writing useless crap.
Raping this spiral with words that mean nothing.
They're pouring out of this pen.
My meaningless feelings and possible forthcomings. 
I am melting.
I just might explode from the inside.
My guts will cover there faces.
And thats just fine.
Write stupid things today.
Because when your...

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Categories: raping, on writing and words
Form:

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Raping Life of It Existence~
With my hands around your neck I squeeze!
I hate all that you are as I squeeze you to your knees
The life is escaping you, as you slowly turn blue
Your body starts to jerk as you start to gasp
Squeezing tighter I readjust my clasp
Your body falls...

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Categories: raping, confusion, death, social, body,
Form: Verse
They Are Raping the Dead
featherless birds
flying low fiery
wounds of heart
bleeding blue
why do we do 
what we do
forgotten dance of love
fading memories of
ecstatic unions
black water
stagnant
in the vast lake of love
eternal flow to the
ocean curbed
giggling of the new 
rain
undulations
erections of hopes again
summer is an old
book
they are raping
the dead
history is
a huge
lie 
the...

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Categories: raping, allusion,
Form:
Raping Love
Raping love this act of God
Was no more meant than act of fraud
Where no one meant more fact to God
than who betrayed the path of odd...

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Categories: raping, analogy,
Form: Quatrain




Book: Reflection on the Important Things