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Paul Clements Poem
I love your naked body
A canvas for my claws
In the midst of pain and pleasure
Your bound to do it all
From the ripping of the flesh, La petite mort
You feel the little death
Only one rose knows your name
But the thorns are why you came.
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Paul Clements Poem
It's never too soon take ye heed and prepare for the night of All Hallows Eve cleansing your hearts of all malice and greed that ye may be judged worthy and noble of deed...
These words are a warning for he has been summoned and with a swiftness of wrath The Great Pumpkin Is coming!!!!
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Paul Clements Poem
The stones that are thrown to break my bones
Pile up to they start to weigh
And the sticks don't decay
Nor do the words that you say
That I thought would never hurt me
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As we clear cut out Forest
and lay waste to the trees
we unleash our demise
like a revenging disease
so be ye good stewards
to the dark green domains
or it's regrowth will Feast
on your rotting remains.
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I try to let you in
But I still defend
my deepest heart
How do I start
to lay bear my sins
and still be safe
in my secret place
Weathered and worn
And bent by wind
Laped by wave
Erosion staved
from my dwelling cave
My secret place
I hide my face
Metaphorically erased
Invisible to none
But never seen
Either I come out now
Or be replaced
But how can I leave
My secret place
Compelled by your Love
That has brought me here
To a place where there is
Naught to fear but fear
So now I emerge
Free from dark
And confined space
For you I leave
My secret space
Bear to the world
My Blood dose race
Because the comfort I've Chased
I feel in your arms
My new secret place.
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Nevermore the river styx shall ye reach
The trickster has played his tricks leaving your bones to bleach
Take ye heed in life be fair or in death the raven will steal your fare.
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Face to face
Face the facts
Get your strings off of my back
Controlling me
Force to see
Your twisted ways
I turn away
But not to die
I want to live
Out of your light
Blinding fright
Casting shadows like dead of night
I scream aloud
But no one hears
A call to arms falls on deaf ears
The dumbing down of society
Has bypass me
But played on their fears
Till the paths not clear
Back to the sight we hold dear
To envision a world not ruled by hate
And run by those who shed no tears
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Paul Clements Poem
Those who dangle love like tempting fruit to get a taste of your flesh are often left wanting when they reach out to grasp desires of their own only to find that the heart that they want has been trampled by the sharp foot of conquest one to many times.
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