Raping love this act of God
Was no more meant than act of fraud
Where no one meant more fact to God
than who betrayed the path of odd
Categories:
raping, analogy,
Form: Quatrain
featherless birds
flying low fiery
wounds of heart
bleeding blue
why do we do
what we do
forgotten dance of love
fading memories of
ecstatic unions
black water
stagnant
in the vast lake of love
eternal flow to the
ocean curbed
giggling of the new
rain
undulations
erections of hopes again
summer is an old
book
they are raping
the dead
history is
a huge
lie
the dead
Categories:
raping, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly
by clouds as air into water processed.
Why a diamond shaped of natures play
or of gravity earth awaits, greedily
life yearned for its fall from grace.
Longing for its purity Man restless,
salivating for the angelic virgin to descend.
Unspoiled, unsoiled, sweetness itself only
God can create, a gift free not for man alone
but every living thing with desires to quench.
Alas! the greed in you and I, it was a gift...free.
Reached we have, into the space of angels,
we bastardised the very food of our souls
for can our thirst be quenched by oil or gold?
Answer ye to God when our time is done.
A virgin so pure God sent for our pains to endure.
Slashed, burnt smoke of 'acid' we returned.
Legacy left we are sure, but the poser imminent
when facing our Procurer; were we party to the
deflowering, the raping of that virgin drop of rain?
T M Ioane (April, 2014)
Categories:
raping, abuse,
Form: Free verse
yeah, right
there where the flower blossoms
and flags
where mustangs rove the prairie
and two nebulas lose their
virginity in a cheap motel
room where you are an
unsaddled bellhop
flogging a dead
idea.
Categories:
raping, on work and working,
Form: Free verse
I can't stop writing useless crap.
Raping this spiral with words that mean nothing.
They're pouring out of this pen.
My meaningless feelings and possible forthcomings.
I am melting.
I just might explode from the inside.
My guts will cover there faces.
And thats just fine.
Write stupid things today.
Because when your dead and gone,
The whole world will finally know how you felt,
And it will actually mean something for once.
Categories:
raping, on writing and words
Form: I do not know?
With my hands around your neck I squeeze!
I hate all that you are as I squeeze you to your knees
The life is escaping you, as you slowly turn blue
Your body starts to jerk as you start to gasp
Squeezing tighter I readjust my clasp
Your body falls limp as I slowly kiss you…
Without a fight, I enter your mouth
Tasting your escaped life I continue to probe,
I probe deeper into the darkness,
The darkness that got me here
Then I see you sitting by the stairs
You’re reading a book completely unaware
Unaware that I was watching you..
Watching all that you went through
Dreaming of all that I was going to do…
Then without thought or reason I grabbed you!
I pulled you into a dark room,
My hands enter your shirt as I slowly roam through
After this I knew you would have to tell…
So without a coconscious I grabbed your neck
And sent you straight to hell~
By: John Cornell
Categories:
raping, confusion, death, social, body,
Form: Verse