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"Will you sing for my soul?"
Oh no,..."if I'm lost will you search for my whereabout?",
Thank God I made no vowed show,
Storms of existence always tell me of an hideout,
"I will never open door of my love for you to go out",
she said with a brightened face,
We both didn't know it will end this way,
You had my virtue swallowed in dismay,
Later after that day,you're now potruded with wrong decision,
There are reasons why all creations bring to me support,
"It's all about loyalty",weary you're shot,
They made me understand what is meant by faithfulness,
But,you'll tell me you're human,
And erring is for everyone,
Trivially,you can care of what we fought for,
"...or you weren't rightful for me?",
Those hinterlands that we laboured for Greenfield,
Tears streaming down my cheeks is powerful than the pain filled,
The better place I traveled speculatively to is no more,
Why tell me you were serious when you knew before us will be dull?
A split of time you've wasted all our years,
My name is fierce,
And my bone is rotting in my body,
Yet still I'm walking with nobody,
If nothing would be refixed,then free me,
All bloodshed is not about ammunition,
The time flowers sprung love wasn't lost among us,
Seduction in your mouth tried to prolong us,
Take this as a chance to find new lover,
Music has ruled over the entire life of me,
Lucifer wasn't my trainer,
I can't lie,...in a better sleep,
Behind a piano I play my feelings with ease,
But with little space,...you'll be a recital in what I have for you,
Only if the parcel presents us with affectionate food,
Like River Jordan,wash a dude,
Because,I wasn't sure you could find me,
Take me there to your resting place,
I'm found,...you're felt...
Yes,...Heaven got melt
Here we're now curled.
An evil spirit dwells just outside,
The heart of every man.
Waiting for an open door;
Been there since time began.
This spirit seeks to cause unrest,
Slow, progressive destruction,
Of everything that we hold dear,
By clever, sly seduction.
It starts out with self pity,
Perhaps some jealousy,
Then anger shows it's ugly head,
To set the travesty.
Soon all the joy is gone from life,
No good can we find.
To all God's goodness, joy and hope,
We seem to have gone blind;
Because we listen to the whispers,
Going 'round inside our head,
And if we listen to the whispers long,
Our spirit soon is dead.
You shouldn't know the colour of falling light
As it descends into the abyss of passion.
When limbs intertwine in sweet complete delight
And the thin skin wraps the fiery flesh
In the soothing caress of the conductor's hand
Cris crossing and cutting the air afresh
With his smooth effervescent and pulsating baton.
You shouldn't know the colour of his seduction,
His ragged jagged downward pointing chin,
The tangled mangled wilderness of his beard,
The forceful resourcefulness of his kisses,
The colours of that fascinating rude tattoo.
The feeling of injection and quick retraction,
You shouldn't know the colour of his flame,
Or the sound of his intoxicating and secret name
You must somehow savour with hungry lust.
Eyes rolling back as you inevitably fall
It is all some God almighty magnetic rich taboo.
His name, his eyes, the things you will recall
In the lonely moments of night time longing,
When you know it was all a dreadful act of wronging
That must be forever pushed aside, inside, denied,
Far away from the colour of the falling light.
© Allen Ansell 2025
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
Watch out!
She plays the seduction game
too well, my friend.
Be careful now!
Just the flick of her eyelid
hypnotizes
benighted meek men.
Her come-hither wink,
enough to reel in
fishes big and small.
Tread with caution!
Don't fall for her charms.
She's a dangerous spider
luring unsuspecting prey
into her sticky, intricate web
with an enticing bait.
Beware!
She's led legions of men
to utter destruction
like a film noir femme fatale.
Now she's trying
to add me
to her sizeable collection of fools;
casting in her fishing reel,
waiting for me
to rise to the bait,
but little does she know,
I'm neither fish nor fool.
I stay out of the water,
because I can't swim!
A tiny little surgery garden so charming and attractive
with its shrubs rooted by garments, gold, timber and fish.
Lush tropical Islands, stretched by
lengthy, sweeping fluffy white sand beaches,
with densely but well spread pillars of palms’ radiance
and fronted by crystal clear acquamarine waters;
wet beauty in beach seduction, mobile cocktails, balmy evenings,
vibrant coral reefs and an irresistible breath of calm
at a gradual gorgeous sunset.
One out of every three of its over three hundred boundaries
making up its map
is embraced by Life and blessed with living activities.
It’s the sole owner of the red and white
so familiar to the hibiscus
and an annex to the dwelling of Indians.
Ruled by simplicity and affordability in lifestyle,
yet twas amazingly once a jungle of warfare and cannibalism,
all thanks to the re-modeling from Christianity
to bring out this light once hidden
in the stinking jacket of barbarism.
Falling into a fake world
does nothing for the imagination;
It just makes the fire inside burn,
doesn’t derail my destination;
Falling upside down
doesn’t scramble my head;
The thoughts that linger are always there
following where my heart has led;
A pair of eyes, a quiet word,
you give me chills when I see your lips move;
It’s like a soft whisper in my ear;
the electricity crackling
like a sunset with a wonderful night promising;
I’m completely dizzy, totally dazed;
Oh stupid head stop failing me!
catch my heart when I fall!
Reality is the seduction
as I drown, blissfully falling.
She's beautiful in so many ways, i hear my heart subconsciouly saying " i do", a glimpse down the isle, to my conscious i node, wonders like first waves of the dawn sea, warms my soul, i feel melting elevations choking my desires. are goddes captured in men frame? my mind asks...
lend my hand, but this is far of a reality to touch, i mean even my eyes shivers, i dont know whether to bow nor salute, so much controversies my body cant contain. Gaze the north and swerve to the south, still i'm hypnotized in the centre of her seduction...
poets and poetess spoken of roses and violets, my tongue now recites of pertuniah and lavenders, floral blender of artistic reactions, i wonder what strings in her make she pulls, were i devulge so much of my wholesome, i fail to my mind my flow, i think her beauty tempere's with my composure
#Poetic_Ink
In the city of diffuse lights, the young carry their dreams like transparent cloaks,
With souls hungry for desires and unfulfilled quests, running through glass labyrinths,
Trying to quench their thirst with offerings of life that sparkle but are hollow to the touch,
Between the shelves of existence, where cheap illusions are wrapped in attractive colors.
They seek nourishment for the soul but find only pale substitutes and cardboard promises,
Between impossible dreams and realities too expensive to be fully lived,
They dress their bodies in garments of appearance and deceitful occasion perfumes,
Molding their fragility into shapes dictated by a society that demands perfection.
Under the blinding lights of clubs, smiles become masks for a modern carnival,
Boys rehearse in the mirror incantations of seduction and gestures of ephemeral heroes,
With watches costing more than their unspoken dreams, displaying illusions of wealth,
And girls, hidden under doll-like makeup and dresses sculpted from the shadows of desire,
Play roles in a theater of promises of love and fulfillment that unravel at dawn.
But behind these scenarios, their souls wither in silence and sadness,
Starved by the standards of a society that dictates their regimen and steals their essence,
Refusing cheap illusions and near-expired happiness promotions,
Dreaming of quality but unable to reach it among the shelves of a cardboard life.
They wait for luck to bring them the desired treasure, a miracle among the shelves,
Hoping to be discovered among the unsuitable products, like in a forgotten fairy tale,
Where fate, like a careless artist, placed them in the showcases of a too-hurried world,
In a society that sells the future on subscription, without guarantees or returns.
But between these illusions and expectations lies the pure and unpolished desire,
To find true nourishment for the soul, beyond masks and appearances,
A place of authenticity and unconditional love that isn't measured in prices,
But in sincere meetings, beyond lights and shadows, where the soul can finally find,
A corner of peace and truth, a refuge far from the noise of the world.
As a figure in history and legend, she is mythic
but was regarded as parasitic and horrific.
She was demonized and dehumanized;
a woman so fiery,
known for notoriety and impropriety;
a mistress of seduction,
corruption and obstruction,
haughtiness and ungodliness.
Banished for not obeying Adam,
she embodied the fears of man:
a symbol of emasculation,
a primordial she-demon.
There is another side to her story.
Perhaps she deserves to be covered in glory.
She was strong and independent
and while facing resentment
for not being subservient,
she was unrepentant.
For many women, she is transcendent;
a figure so mythical
for feminine strength, she is the pinnacle,
her assertiveness: unequivocal.
Her name means "belonging to the night",
but she may be the brightest light
because - her admirers make no apology -
she represents equality.