Loss Lust Poems

Shouldn't love will be with us until we die 
tenderly embraced or apart for a silly lie?
To be one soul and be truly inseparable,
trust in...

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Bone

Under the moonlight I’m searching for your heart.
Another lost soul I need to rip me apart.
I couldn’t help you escape from out of the dark,
So...

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The Priest talked of your tragic passing
I was unzipping your dress, watching it gracefully fall to the floor
You would be sorely missed
The back of your...

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In Life

In childhood you’re playful.
In youth you are lustful.
In old age you’re feeble.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison...

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Ah, has anyone ever thought
that love would have become the object
of sexual gratification for many?
Can we deny the misery that repulses us?

Who safeguarded it were...

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Whose heart was most wounded, ancient Adam,
when lovely Eve, once apple of your eye,
appeared not only your fair, sweet madame,
but also passion's plaything doomed to...

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I'm always looking for words
Words that would tell,
my loss of words
For this girl makes me speechless 

I'm always looking for words
Words that would tell her,
How...

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Each of the seven prostitutes,
Whose life began as destitute;
From their brothels to a roadside,
For men with or without a ride:
Main wish: to catch the adult...

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...First off it seemed that her husband
had no been an abusive man,
just a nebbish actually,
it was clear she had worn the pants.

She’d married him for...

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I saw a talk-show interview
of a new author, all the rage,
she had sold two million copies,
her book is everywhere these days.

It was tailor-made for women,
a...

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For what reason I'm more than often sad...
if warm rain gives life to beautiful roses:
can skies change from grey to blue in an instant?
For what...

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Passion before friendship
Lover before friend
People before others
lost in their end

Cost of their living
Fast as they can
Holding off others
Lost in their mend

Where marvels are spoken
for loss...

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There is no devil no Satan no Beelzebub above or just below your feet to me there is only Legion one of many one more...

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The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.

I have...

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I have collected strange things… 
In this obscure life…

I have placed them in 
Little Black Onyx Boxes old and ornate covered 
inlaid with exotic stones,...

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