My Eternal God and my all
Sacred Heart of Father (Fr.) Christ
(Please) have mercy on us
Mother of Mercy (Please) pray for us
Mother Mary
Father Christ
St. Joseph
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 19, 2025
Time Typed: 9:54pm
Stolen and re-rooted here,
We can no longer be as
Their virgin forest—
Raped and impregnated
By heirs of their slavery,
And rechained with infertile
Emancipation ejaculations:-
With this climax,
Need I seek to excrete
Anymore aborted reality?
Not beauteuos to say but you more than
A frog to kiss, In nous you inflicts these
Emotions that spins round and round in
My mind, irresistable and the pulse harsh.
With a gaze to your splendid torso, brings
Forth a maze, that I am lost in thy white
Rimed perplexing eyes only my portray to
See bewildered in the dark pigmented iris
If not this be error, an optic nerve Beauty
Then I have learnt to appreciate my lady
And comprehend in nous my lameo not
To voe thy affections. A figment of minds
More than a fantasy... That you are even
The reason to my dawn ejaculations awry
Craiz as it is Tapiwa words cant weird all
In that is deeply hidden in fragile hearts.
Now lightly sweep the peppercorns in a harbour. No drama. But underground is not a gate nor a post for these are only really ever positioned on hallucinogenic coastal paths where time stands and the pattern ceaseless. Flowing. Great. It is often within hardship that the myth of the writhing cotton bud takes budgets to the ground with a swooping motion. Ejaculations from a sheeted field are never to be confused with a mouse's simple supper of cream crêpe. So skip then. Skip around. Jump up and taste that leaf. Before all is curdled in a gigantic jar of gold. Beast is best at breaststroke and in one solitary splash one can hammer on the web of woven time. Too much about fodder and not enough food. Happen upon a tree? Haha spinning an orbital melon around? Haha power position pointing plays ping pong. Xxxxx insecticidal Z z Z
Sleeping in the bones of humanity
A fear snarls complications and apathy
As humid poverty dies ingesting vices
While tossing dice into the digital
Scream as surrealistic executions
Rifle through old files yellowed
The answer is never bound but held
Loosely by iron-hands of iron-men
As women wearing polite lies ring bells
Applauding ejaculations from hell
At once a sickness ferments lock-jaw
Gnashing us all with the fangs of its law
Until ghosts outline exoskeletons
Of crawling roaches behind a wall
Of painted flowers strangling sanity
As toxic exhalations whisper
Oblivion in a nanosecond shivers
Lilacs and perverted old men licking
Tremors of shouting and shaking
Entities hiding within decrepit norms
Digging for worms fishing for faces
Within the bubbling illusion of depth
The more
collosum
connectuals
corpiscating
Between hemispheres
The more
the engine
copulates
and throbs
on hormones
To reach intellectual ejaculations
The more
a head
sextelligently
sucks from
to get to
The collosums connecting
Us more
Drowning of Dreams
The lake in this landscape of stones and sky, is dark, forbidding, yet
alluring. Like a hypnotic eye, come nearer and see me. My depth
is endless all you illegal dreams rest in my bed. Come swim in me,
dive and I will show you the sensual shock you have denied so long.
You will see your parents in a sexual embrace floating by, your lust
to join them will be unbearable, out of reach of your ejaculations.
There will no respite, no hiding place for dreams you have refused
to see. Has morning light, rescued you from trying truths?
As you sink further down the hell of your existence shall drag you
into a flagellation of desire and you’ll see bones of those who gave
into their yearning, forever live in the hell of impossible desire.
The lid of my dark eye shudders turn back now, let me embrace
the forbidden and your secret will go unspoken, like shifting sand
in Sahara where only silence survives.
I want to drink that last shot of whiskey and smoke that last cigarette ..
.. before the barman calls out time
and ashtrays are snuggled in warm embrace
within wet dreams,
flushing away debris.
Listening to the night
where hedgerow mikes suffer
ejaculations of a karaoke star,
expunging fuelled retorts,
while his fashion accessory
glitters in the last busses stare;
but that is later.
Now lips slip round rims
of warm wet circles,
melting ice cube charms
into liquid mixers;
an embrace of slurred remembrance,
and as the shadowed spirals
meander ever closer to heaven,
where pseudo suns pulsate,
birthing light,
the last dram strokes
my throat in passing
and the haze seems a little clearer,
for tomorrow is déjà-vu.
Get you tipsy drunk
Make you fall in my bed of love
I got you caught up
I wear the strings like skin
I’ll be your violin victim
If you be my penal piano
Fingertip your lips
Kiss your kisses
I want to freak you and
You just giggle.
You can’t do nothing about it.
I got you whipped
Wrapped around my hips
I’m gon’ bite you and I wanna hear you scream
I’m gonna make you say my name
Ejaculations of E&J
Smooches of sweet Schnapps
Tongue twist of Tequila
Hot Hennessy Hickeys
Asss and Alize
I want it my way
I’m gon pinch ya asss make you “Shake it Fast”
Tongue down your throat
Sucking the muscle from your nipples
Bathing your navel with mine
Nasty Naughty Nights
Original Orgasms
I’m cheating on your weakness
Honey handcuffed hugs
Freak You? Man I’m gonna make you cry
Drain those eyes of chastity you have for me
Once and for all I’m taking advantage
You feel me!