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Premium Member Lust and Love-

One being powerful sexual desire.
In my human sexuality
I have a biological urge and, needs.

lechery
lecherousness
lasciviousness
LUST

A standard function that was taken out of context
Negative straits that dictate

Lust and Love
To ouch sinfully what's not yours
Though words the same
Only one-word controlling in sin

carnality
lewdness
licentiousness
Like looking at a woman/man
In admiration over in abundant

Displaying and urgent contrary desire for one's not yours
Being sinful and not pure

Love and Lust
Do not touch
Though words the same
Only one word God ordains

Love is deep affection with control
A fondness with Godly intent to future hold
Hopes of tenderness
warmth
intimacy

Love is attachment
endearment
devotion spiritually

Love is adoration
doting
idolization

Love is passion
adorn
desire

yearning
infatuation
Yet in this premise
There are order patients and trust

Love and lust
Share the same house
But only love is a home
adulation

compassion
Caring
solicitude

Love and Lust
Do not touch
Though words the same
Only one word God ordains

6/30/20




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The journey within

The most beautiful things in life cannot 
be seen or touched, but can be felt by the heart. 
— HELEN KELLER
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  It was just a slight sight of your beauty,
    that spurred my heart to start to race.
  Lust and love swam side by side in my veins—    
    some bound to haem, some dance to hymns.

  The choice of dominance–no longer mine;
      lechery, at times, sailed faster,
  leaving love to gasp in breathless pretense.
      Other times, love was the master.

  In my brain they took to serious fight,
    Both injured but neither took to flight,
  My brain was concussed by their fright,
    And confusion replaced their freight.

  They both ran to my soul that they had stolen,
      There, they tortured me with their fangs,
  Their greed my spirit could no more cope with,
      But they stayed on in defiance.

  Their journey within me became endless,
    Yet far from my heart your love stayed,
  Come closer to free me of their torture,
    Otherwise, my brain will soon explode.

Words fell silent

Her marital ring gleamed on her left hand,
Yet lust was what she had carefully planned.
Her beauty, stunning, left me wanting more,
But lechery weighed heavy at my core.

I spoke, though words fell silent in my mind,
But what she heard left her in tears confined.
Her tears, a blush of crimson faintly dyed,
I never knew why she had cried, and cried.

Days dragged, her elegance tormented with glee,
I spoke little so lust begged to flee.
Till one night, a moment I won't forget,
When fate rewarded me with her hot sweat.

Where was this beauty before she was chained?
She seemed truly mine, yet my heart is drained.
Lust suddenly drove love far from my sight,
Though sweet, it was definitely not right.

The door of secrecy soon left unlocked,
The hush-hush brought by lust no longer knocked.
A wild wind blew it to the ears of shame.
Lechery scorched us in a low blue flame.
Form: Rhyme

Strayed Wandering

Stressed out of the monuments of inclination.
The strokes of desire, her urge sought to relish.
Starved dim in all embodiment of mortality.
The line drawn f discipline was faded in tincture.
A yearning passion fr lechery in negativity.
As she basked off morality for selfishness,
such consciousness of a groom was swept in miles.
Misconduct in unfaithfulness defying fidelity.
Selfish interest baked on the iced soul of man.
She had strayed off the doctrines of perfidiousness.
Wandered the streets of sin to venture into more sins.
She has tied on a cloak of secrecy for a better forth.
Bought her silence with thoughts of happiness,
Denying her soul ta free conscience for the best.
Form: Sonnet

Prototypes

I did not plan to be a single cell amoeba
or this me, a conglomerate jigsaw of a being
a million times removed from primordial goo.
I was peacefully inanimate at times
endowed only with a little foggy awareness and contentment.

At one time I was George Washington’s commode,
Shortly before that, King Georges Whoopi cushion,
yet there was never any great blueprint 
for my random appearances on this fat round globe.
No design, only once in a while,
an accidental hominine arrival 
panting from a million journeys, a similitude 
of what a human could be - given very much more time.

Reincarnation is a flawed theoretical conundrum.
No one ever claims to have been something made
by a bored passing tinkerer, yet creation is creation
after all.

Hundreds of times has Cleopatra 
been lived-in like an old recliner in a nursing home,
is it any wonder that her image now
sags like a broken concertina?

I once (maybe several times) was a dog,
once a dogs dinner dish.
animation is often overrated; being stoically stiff
has its own rewards.
Dogs on the other hand,
are pretty good prototypes of a model human being.
Many ladies have been inhabited
by my wolfish lechery,
alas only I do not recall those pleasantries.

It’s not easy being a multicellular organism
I long for simpler times,
however I can do this, I may even devise a plan
to jump a generation or two of aspiring exemplars,

but I must wait for my brain to stop swelling
then shrinking like a bullfrogs throat
which recalls to mind a time 
spent wallowing in Mississippi mud -
passionate nights I remember all too well.


Nostalgia Nelda Allan

Dilated pupil captures a partner with her submission
Above sadness, eyes sea sunk in upset unquenchable
Desperation lodged in lagoon swims to 2021 surface
Air refilling deflated lungs floats a Goldi locked trophy 


Drawn from decaying pages of housewife magazines 
Overtly womanly hip to waist ratio cinched on display 
Empathy white tidal wave, compassion washes angst
Surrogate heart fed off rise fall arousal bursts buttons


Nostalgia learns Stu's language, sucking word marrow 
Omens of history trip a mirrored future, path predicted
Sorrow entangled sheet furrows, wrath burrowed deep
Trauma not lost thru lustful aggressor swamp syphon


Welcome fragrant frail pale spurs a sturdy demeanour 
Enveloped open emotions compel his chest responds
Lechery leaves detail aside, abides with blind present
Longing to cast away loneliness, romance sails rough






         8th February 


         Dictated by Wharf air (after warfare) 


         DADA  DOES  NOST  WELL

Mine Deplorable Shenanigans Trumped

I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe) 
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby

boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,

or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,

with a master bait
tour and/or subsist
on circa 1521 a.d. vintage date
diet of worms, well preserved
nearly five centuries

since team did excavate
cuz his narcissistic
propensity, brought fate
fool downfall wool find you
fist pumping imaginary pugilist great

reflexively recoil, at the ingrate
asper adultery, terrible
black barbs caused psyche dial late
bacchanalian debauchery,
marriage did mutilate

philandering prurient lechery,
et cetera (albeit kinky),
he did participate
heatedly enough to generate
electricity to induce perms

in every man, woman,
and child, or make poker straight
tightly coiled locks, whose weight,
sans comb bind
terms oven destined

with hot sizzling endeavor to find
my inner Elvis a vis with curled lip, 
and daily pelvic grind
tryst ting mounting with hind
quarters sighting derriere
rearing to groove while inclined

at a sixty nine degree angle hull lined
for maximum fair moan to get mined
licentious behavior spurred from celibate
marriage, hence call of the wild pined
tubby satiated, and

subsequently huss signed,
thus within web of treachery
"FAKE" Casanova did wind
up gaining independence as
a Norwegian bachelor farmer.

Premium Member The King's English -- George W Bush, Jr

Did you tire of one President's lecturing and preaching?
Do you cringe at another's tweets, his lechery and "leechering?"

Then as George W Bush Jr's term fades from the annals of recency
Let us recall the stirring words of this man of abiding decency

"Junior" as the USA's President was a bit of an anomaly
As he observed: "I know how hard it is to put food on your family." (Jan, 2000)

It was rather hard to take his Presidency all too seriously
After this: "I know the human being and fish can coexist." (Sept., 2000)

For education, he and Laura shared a passion, a yearning 
To wit: "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" (Jan, 2000)

Of course, Bush could also be sharp as a tack, downright uncanny 
Like the time he bragged, "They misunderestimated me!" (Nov, 2000)

And after eight years in office, "W" had become quite the orator
As seen in this reflection: "I think I was unprepared for war, --er." (Dec, 2008)

So there you have it, a smattering of evidence
  ~ That speaking the King's English is not required of a President
Form: Rhyme

Many Just Live Meaningless Lives...

Many just live meaningless lives...
not caring a bit for others,
and devine goodness 
is not found in them; and when they''die:
nobody will remember them...mourn or cry!

While I'm living,I'll make sure:
I will love and be loved by others,
and my kindness will flow like a rich river...
until it finds the widest ocean!
I will resist to be tempted by iniquity,
and put a stronghold between me and lechery,
because it caused me much grief before...
and tried to destroy me along with my mission!

Many just live meaningless lives...
wasting them away, worrying about the world's cares;
retaining old habits...treading a path:
trampling, instead of walking upright!
Many just live meaningless lives,
living in fear...daunted by perils,
because they don't live by faith,
but by any means of contempt and unrighteousness!

If thoughts and greedy ways 
are meant to please others,
not giving you perfect choices, 
take them out of your actions...
look up and believe you can change everything
for the sake of salvation,which is free and fulfilling!
 
Many just live meaningless lives,
and wait for good luck to bring them riches;
what's missing in their worthless lives
can't be replaced by them,
but by a spiritual transformation... 
as shrewd as intuition!

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