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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
My quenching heart does wholly yearn tight grasping,
With brazen lust, my soul surmounts thy figure,
I fully drenched in fervid sweat whilst gasping,
As passion’s peak mounts, endless dreams of vigor.
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
May the moment’s perfection upon the soul caress
And speak whispers of love, as hearts together meld.
Joined as one, and the songs from heaven bless
The truth of which; towards all things compelled.
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
The heart that beats does scream as my chest tightens,
A sound so sharp it bleeds from me, my every will.
Hath only the mind to break my faith and frightens,
My soul under deep now slaved shall ever be still.
The body does succumb to its own writhing,
I beg this moment cease, the play of such filth,
Like fertile field, every second upon me scything,
It reaps from ground the bounty that blood forth spilth.
The eyes spiral through with sight of mind distorted,
While blind despair does spread as thoughts afflict,
My world falls down, both shapeless and contorted,
I cannot break the grasp that chains constrict.
Into my every being it has pervaded,
The man who weeps as his soul degraded.
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
Moon’s song torments the sleeping blooms’ fluorescent shine,
The petals fall from the tangles of frantically grasping vines,
Life fades from such speak-less beauty as death entwines,
Into my home now forever lost; and yet never mine…
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
In the field my eyes both upon her lay,
delicious sight for which I yearn and pray.
A heart that beats and grows from the earth,
from a stem like flower’s morning birth.
Oh, such majesty must be from beauty’s crown,
Her body draped within the light’s molded gown.
Bleating aloud the song of her living boon,
with its truth veiled behind a sweet secret tune.
Blood streams like water flowing down young thorny chest,
I cry from thirst and feed upon her bulging breast.
My feet dig deep, piercing molten dirt’s scolding core,
Yet, her warmth is so much hotter; I BEG FOR MORE.
Lusting and loving both together live in muddled ground,
No moment I resist, as my heart like hers is bound.
The roots tangle my body and squeeze out choking breath,
And I finally realize as I’m dragged below;
such love be my death.
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
Will pin you down in savage holding
Making aloud growls like moaning
Whilst ravaging your flesh as its feast
Love’s mask be worn by this beast…
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
Heed the sweet whispers of the evergreen,
Its song like string weaves through the canopy's hair,
But I promise, no good it brings to you, my dear
To offer to her, your love’s binding ring,
For such beauty does hath;
A heartless glare…
For even a demon’s eyes does in sunlight gleam,
But from behind masked guise, the truth will stare,
Leaving only before you a faceless being,
With darkened eyes; and string for hair.
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Upon the dusk’s cruel wake, crushed beneath the waters’ break
I allow my body limp and lifeless to flow as if mere current passing
Never do my limbs grasp the shallows for their hopeless sake
And as for the question of “why?” I have grown tired of asking.
From the depths, I hear the ocean’s bellow
Her stomach grumbles as she drags me down
But I do not panic, for the dark be mellow
No use to swim, and so I let me drown.
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
6/18/2023
Such nectar a beheld treasure
Floating eyes do for flowers seek
The blood for which both competing.
The heart of life knows no measure
Blossom pierced by pointed beak
Rhythm made from both wings beating.
It sips upon sweet pure pleasure
And shares a kiss, though neither speak
Midst embrace of two souls meeting.
The moment exists in leisure
In absence of anything bleak
But like everything else; fleeting…
Throughout nature’s mighty expanse
The birds and flowers play in dance.
-Cameron Hardenburg
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Cameron Hardenburg Poem
The sleepless night conceives her sounds of silence
And breeds to life my hopeless blight of longing
Against my might, she breaks her driving malice
So eager to consume my soul’s belonging.
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