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Paul Mackenzie Poem
She fights the feeling,
But him, she can't resist,
It erupts occasionally,
In a furious mist,
The reason for being here,
She can't deny,
Prolonged denial,
Will become a heartbreaking goodbye.
The parting will break him,
But what's the answer,
To live for years,
With the argumentive cancer,
The fighting and screaming,
The delusion of bliss,
Forfeiting the truth,
For the love of her lips to kiss.
He lives in contentment,
The world he knows around his feet,
She struggles with her pleasures,
This avenue is not her street,
Anxiety and apprehension lingers,
Depression and dejection is near,
The fate of their future,
Lies in their decision to adhere.
Who’s in the right?
And who’s in the wrong,
Who is the weak and who is the strong?
It’s a constant battle,
A feud of the mind,
Opposites have come together,
And realized how much they’re alike,
And as the war rages,
With each and every strike,
In its essence,
It’s truly finite.
Copyright © Paul Mackenzie | Year Posted 2010
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Paul Mackenzie Poem
Through a wet night,
And beside an ancient moon,
Came the wolfs howling croon,
Sacred trees breath,
And fire exhausts the soft air,
True Leopards lair.
Lying with eyes of beauty,
And the quiet stillness of perfection,
Silent and soothing,
The velvet wind,
As she licks and teases,
Flicks and breezes under my skin,
And again I'm within her secret layer,
Easing, breathing,
United duelation,
The birth of a nation swims silently in the dark,
Probing sublimation,
Soft and smooth,
To the end of the groove,
And still no more to move,
For sweat speaks exhausted talk,
And pleasure retires to reincarnate,
We've breached the gate,
Coupled warmth smothers,
The light fades,
Woven bodies beneath the moon,
Sleep now for we will awake soon.
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Copyright © Paul Mackenzie | Year Posted 2010
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Paul Mackenzie Poem
I can feel your presence,
I can feel your touch,
As I close my eyes to the darkness,
I can feel your warm breath softly brush,
It swathes my being,
It engulfs my soul,
Lost in an abyss of pleasure,
Desires of the flesh have taken control,
Nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo,
Lust is the power, the wisdom and the fool.
Copyright © Paul Mackenzie | Year Posted 2010
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Paul Mackenzie Poem
Early morning wind,
Reflection,
Sparkles the soft dew,
Operatic larks croon,
Silent fading moon,
Young minds occupied,
Triumphant,
Eyes glare,
Noise,
Iron carriages unaware,
Relinquish the thought.
The great deity has chosen,
Now,
Friends of the morning depart with a frown,
No knowledge,
No pain,
No thoughts of why,
Onward from mortal life,
Unto paradise they safely fly.
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Copyright © Paul Mackenzie | Year Posted 2010
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