Passion Howl Poems

In the depths of her soul, she's yearning for touch,
In a void of despair, where emotions are crushed.
Once her fortress, her solace, her knight,
Now distant,...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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GODS WITHDRAW FROM OUR WORLD
OF TAINTED VISION WINGS FROM MACHINES FAN FIRES MARCH DEAD SOLDERS FROM WARS LONG
PAST AND FUTURES WAITING TO BE BORN
METALLIC WINGS...

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In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues 
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals

Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.

Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor...

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Happily ever afters are for fairytales, 
But this?
This comes so close to one it aches. 
The scars you bear will not disappear,
The nightmares that grip...

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I sensed this feeling grasp me, undefined
         The instant that her lips had shaped a smile
 ...

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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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(alter knit lee tie tilled - 
Field Day For A Nihilist).

Hunger for knowledge vis avis car ear ring 
(and car rue ming) cerebrum formulated, 
integrated,...

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Whispering voices of one echo whistles you are golden 
rising sun holding breathless beauty enshrined within beams 
a thousand souls stands out pearly white angel...

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Prizes for Ultimate Sacrifices


    prizes for the abstemious  for abstinence  chastity ?
        ...

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Your poetry talks to me in the moody night
a voice of indigo telling me secrets of pain and love
while Luna licks my ear with impatience...

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The cliffs were the only place she could go to find the edge of love
the only boundry between up and down, of faith and fate,
a...

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in the church of the latter day pipe dream
the jungle heartbeat settles with the sleeping sun, 
the hightone choir kicks up a midnite melody filled...

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