Forevermore, I am your lover, Orfeo…..
My arms wrapped softly about your kness
As you strummed your guitar, Orfeo,
Your love songs, floating in a Brazilian breeze.
Our life and love, was never meant to last.
Yet while we are young and filled with mirth,
Knowing we are doomed by tales from the past.
Let us samba, making love while still on earth.
We shall wake from our silken, sleep my love
Watching a glorious sunrise in Rio.
Your hand warn in mine, like an Angel from above,
Te adoro, mi Amore, Orfeo, mio!
Poem Inspired by the movie, “Black Orpheus”
Based on Greek myholgy…
Regarding Orpheus and Eurydice.**in the movie
version, she calls him,”Orfeo.”
4/23/2023
I was once on the block doin nothin but chasing dreams
bein a shadow to a phantom you kno what i mean.
my goals were only one an that was make it thru the day
an my acheivements was only one an that was if by that tyme i got paid.
so you can c why my lyfe went down the drain
sprialing outta control lost in this game.
but most all my mistakes are becoming my lessons
an i realize now that i neva really got to count my blessings.
cuz i may be at my bottom but i can only go up from here
been to hell an bacc but aint got tyme to shed a tear.
now i realize its about tyme i asked 4 sum help
cuz ive been on my kness nite an day prayin 4 a way out.
I can no longer c thru all this darkness ive been walkin round blind
an now i need a lil light an im thinkin its about tyme......
When your love feels absent
I feel a tear drop
Down my cheek like the rain
Drops they pour over me,
Like a shower of sadness.
The absence of your love,
Destroys my mind
Like a wrecking ball
It Crashes into me, and my heart bleeds
As i call your name,
I cry once more.
When i feel your love is absent,
Scape my kness in prayer,
Trying to crawl back into your heart,
The pain is agonizing I call to my ancenstors.
Crucially this love burns
I am in hell for being stupidly inlove
This love is ravishing,
When your love feels absent
I drown in the love i have.
High on the smell of burning flesh Rusty
floated over to Linda. Pulling Linda's hand out
of her pants he sucked and licked her
juices off her fingers. "How do I taste?"
"As sweet as honey. It's your turn again".
Grabbing the scalpel off the push cart
Linda slashed Timothy's left thigh. Like
water from a water hose blood sprayed
through the air. "W,w,w,why are the two of
you doing this to me?" "Because it's fun
Timothy and people like you make me
sick". Walking over to Linda Rusty took
the scalpel out of Linda's hand and cut
Timothy's throat. Seeing Rusty take
anothers man's life made Linda horny all
over again. "You have to find the next
victim" said Linda as she turned toward
her husband. "I already got one picked
out. She's a pill popping junkie whore".
Getting down on her kness Linda unfasten
Rusty's pants. She pulled out his hard
dick and placed it in her mouth. She
sucked and sucked for what felt like an
hour. Filling her mouth with semen she
happily swallowed the huge load.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
Being depressed sucks i sit on my bed crying
thinking I might as well just die sitting on my bed
hearing guys call me ugly worse a witch
out of the blue i felt like getn up for drink
then he comes by and shoves me into a seat
he starts yelling and cussing and saying im
worthless as i sit there in that seat
i wish i was free but when i thought it was over
he comes to kick me. I fell to my kness
pouring blood as i get up i run out of
breath an bleeding from my knees
I then realized they were planing my death
i then came to the conclusion i have
no man on my side.
I used to write of sorrow
the pleasure of the pain
I used to sing the blues
tears fall like waters rained
I used to fear tomorrow
thought i'd lost my way
Hiding from the truth
kness bending from the strain
I used to dance in darkness
Now all of that has changed
I found the srength to stand up straight
I dance only in the light
My knees are bent from praying
take pleasure in doing right
Foregone is guilt and anger
removed is hate and spite
Replaced by love and pleasure
no more restless nights
Now the scars on my arm tell the story
my lips refuse to say
And the scars on my heart are healing
turns out i'm stronger than the pain
the clock on the wall goes
tick tock i have missed my chance
tick tock and i lost my best friend
tick tock and i found my life love
tick tock and i see things diffrent
tick tock and i fallin to my kness
tick tock and my heart breaks
the clock goes tick tock
more time goes bye and bye
and i can't erais or rewind
just a few tick tocks left
and i'll be fly in the ski
with my daddy
but for now the clock well just keep going
tick tock i'll serve him
Oh me oh my the clock strokes mid of night
Time for the sisters to have some wiccan delight.
It is known as the witching hour
Oh Blessed Be ...feel their powers!
They call upon the powers of earth
To show that they are of worth.
Air, Fire, Water, Earth and Spirit
They know Christians won't hear it.
Their hands thrown up to the skies
As they chant and give their cries
Hoping to get the Goddess's answer
As one they move and appear a dancer.
Hear their delightful pleas
Now they are on their kness.
Oh the wind is picking up
As they drink from their cup.
The rain does now shower
For the Wiccans doth this devour
This very display of their Power
After all this is the Witching Hour.
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