Darkness begins it's work hiding within shadows creep
moving away from the light tortured nature divides
uneven inside this plague nothing makes something change path
culling knowledge by brainwashing the masses sense the guilt
Unreal acts out of bounds demanding human sacrifice
first it attacks the innocent made in the image of God
then it works it's way forward to the vulnerable bodies
spreading this virus worse than a plague showing no mercy
Consumed by hate weeding out souls in order of value
those whom are deemed worthless by this state control
when you cross the bones of Adam claiming supreme rights
a journey begins with rotten apples poisoned by the snake
Blind bats by their nature twisting with loveless acts corrupt
the dragon has opened his fiery mouth once again
with destruction heartless beggars crush the poor
we all know the truth and on which side of it we stand
Categories:
moulded, abortion, abuse, conflict, dark,
Form: Free verse
A Moulded Destiny
To have our hearts woven as one,
To share our souls united together,
It bonds the fibres of our love,
To cast a mould to last forever,
To sing a melody that lingers on,
And embrace a passion like the scent of a rose,
It’s our faith in each other which join our hands,
We didn’t choose our destiny,
It chose us.
Categories:
moulded, beautiful, dedication, destiny, love,
Form: Blank verse
Love in a Moulded Shrine
I paint her picture with rainbow feathers
adorn the hours with moments of care
like birds in a nest, built high above,
we treasure the union of binding love
with constant nibbles, and constant bites
echoes of laughter late into night
her voice of silk like honey sweet
she hums to a melody of notes that meet
as wine of taste and age mature
we pause for seconds to explore
an eve of passion, an eve of pleasure
with eyes reflecting, a starlight shine,
a memory cast in a moulded shrine
Categories:
moulded, cute love, fantasy, romantic,
Form: Free verse
We showered together so sweet
Wetted bodies in desirable greet
Each others hands roaming over our souls
Smoothed undulations meeting some moles
Me, I had only a few
But on my Missy, I found more when I viewed
To my knees I decided to squat
Up her body I joined them dots
With delightful touch I climbed
Having found three on her curvy behind
Then progressing up to her back
Six more then they started to lack
So now I have to head back down
Looking for moulded circles of brown
Past her thighs I'm now back on the floor
What a most interesting way to explore
The total I found was nine
Six on her back and three on her behind
This was such an interesting goal
Roaming our hands over each others wetted souls
Categories:
moulded, life
Form: Rhyme