"A moment of reflection" Written by Francis Michael Clark

A moment of reflection.
I look into the mirror.
Who is staring back at me?
The one I never meant to be.
I'm stuck in this dilemma-this cruel reality.
Perhaps I'm blinded by myself.
Pull back the curtain let me see.
I took this gift you gave me and threw it all away.
I'm trapped within my own deceit.
Perhaps one day I'll start to see the truth.
Hiding in a corner from the demons in disguise.
What kind of god would put me here?
I begin to realize.

Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 05/30/13

(Where Old Meets New) Written by Nami Sanjo

(Where Old Meets New)

inside old walls with memories built on broken promises and lies.
So inside this i try to build new memories that are much kinder to find,
so i don't hide when the past comes to fight,
what i have left of my heart that has already and too soon given to another.
his sun will rise and mine shall fall apart by place but not to call.
i hope he finds his life and remembers every experience as i.
But as life moves forward he will forget and pass,
i am the past and that time, i guess... wont last.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/28/13

"joining..." Written by Greg Rogers

joining...

....you set me on fire filling my soul with flame as your sensual sexual touch sends shivers through my body growing hard in your hands throbbing for more moaning as you move slowly teasingly slowly tip to base tip to base feeling you with my hands all of you how hot your flesh feels how wet you have became throaty breaths in my ear tasting your lips our hands moving faster movements in our hips biting your neck as you bite mine tasting blood tasting eternal time burning hot burning hotter the fire grows as the passion becomes frenzy faster and faster you feel so good your flesh is mine take my life take my soul take me as i take you furious moving moans becomes screams screams become growls the sacrament made the orgasm rocking pulsing vibrating us to the core sweaty trembling flesh forever more....

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/27/13

"musing 22" Written by Greg Rogers

....i see you, your flesh so soft and inviting, your eyes burning fires of passion, teasing temptress mistress goddess, deserving of worship of sacrifice, my heart my soul my flesh apon your altar, pleasuring and pleasing your flesh with flesh, worshiping you in ways of lust and animal fury, my life for you, my love for you, my soul for you, fanning the flames of your passion with my dying breath....

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/27/13

"musing 21" Written by Greg Rogers

....the raven and the rose two symbols two souls the raven and the rose reunited from lives past from times broken the raven and the rose the circle is complete the souls joined together the raven and the rose two symbols two souls....

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/26/13

"THERE IS A JOURNEY" Written by Samuel Sanusi

THERE IS A JOURNEY

There is a journey
Where wheels are never deem fit
Neither sheep that in the sail swim
Nor the steel birds that fly in the air
There is a journey
That kids shall cry but never will want to go
Neither the sweet that had always called of honey
Nor the acquintance that had drink in a glass
There is a journey
Where golds are never jewelleries
Neither money book
Nor master card to enrich the purse
There is a journey
When the tenant shall traveled
Without informing the house to the landlord
To give details of how is rent was paid
There is a journey
That the traveler shall lost hope of
Coming back home to its brethren
Not even when its hand forget to waved
There is a journey
At the future of all souls
But the take off is still to them unknown
Yes, this is the journey
When souls shall beyond the sea traveledNot in steel birds but in dust
Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 05/19/13

"Don't For A Second" Written by Samuel Sanusi

Don't For A Second

Don't leave
Please...
My beautiful petal
Don't for a second leave me
For the beauty of a flower
Is the lover; the petal
So, if wilt
It becomes ugly

Don't leave
Please...
My eyes
Don't for a second be blind
For the route of light
Are the eyes on the head
So, if blind
My world is in darkness

Don't leave
Please...
My heart beat
Don't for a second leave me
For the made of a man
Is the beat of his heart
So, if stop
To dust I will become

Don't leave
Please...
My love
Don't for a second leave me
Stick to me
Like the sea to salt
Like the rays to the sun
And like water to rain
For without the gleam
The moon is a lantern
Stay with me
My precious lover
And never for a second
Think of living me

Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 05/25/13

"musing 20" Written by Greg Rogers

....merging with seeking your soul beastly desires feeling flesh against flesh rampaging lust in animals fury storms of passions moving worlds seeking sacrifice seeking your altar worshiping you as no other can pleasure apon pleasure building and growing moaning groaning growling howling desire desire desire....

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/22/13

"Dawn" Written by Joseph Emiliani

As Her Mind Dreams And Speaks Behind Closed Eyes 
The Sunlight Beams And Peeks Behind Closed Blinds

Spying And Fawning; Tiding The Dawn In
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Behold Her Fair Skin; Sun Kissed; The Namesake Captured
Control Wears Thin; How To Resist; Day Break's Rapture

Waiting To Soak In Her Waking Moment
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Her Eyes Open, A Work Of Art, Shades Of Brown And Amber
I'm Eloped In My Warm Heart's Cascade Of Sound And Clamor

It Beats And Blares, As She Blinks And Glares
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A Timid Smile Spreads From Ear To Ear As If She Was Replaying
The Vivid Wilds That Lead Us Here, Before Playfully Saying

"Like The View?" ...If She Only Knew...

Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/22/13

"8 years without Mae" Written by Kayci Ryanne Summers

8 years now
Nothing feels normal
Now your soul is free
What most call paranormal

My heart longs
So often for your hug
To wrap me in a blanket
To make me feel snug

All I have is memories
But so much lately
I think of who you were
You effected me so greatly

May is a hard month
Full of different emotion
I try not think of you as gone
You only got a soul promotion

You are my mother
You helped me spirituality
To showed me that
Its important to have individuality

You supported me
Even with medical
With my heart problem
You took me somewhere credible

I know you are dead
A part of a bigger scheme
I only wish I could see you
And not just in a dream

I wrote this in tribute to my mothers birthday witch is tomorrow. Happy Birthday "Belinda Mae" I will always love you mom! I will always miss you and think about you as well. I have grown stronger over the last 8 years but the pain I carry everywhere. I know this is poem will hit home with others as well. This might not be one of my better poems but I hope you enjoy it. I hope everyone knows that if you lost someone you are not alone. I'm always here if you need someone to talk to.

"Kayci"
Posted on 05/21/13

"Untitled 2" Written by Crystal Evans

Sumthin like poetic justice the only one who will ever trust us ....... Change in my heart an temptin my mind ......beyond a doubt I am far to kind..to liv in her future the an leave her past.... Finally a day she can breathe at last. A priceless piece a queen an the crown .... The smile an light in front of the frown

Written by Crystal Evans
Posted on 05/21/13

"#New 2" Written by Roscoe Collins

#New.
"I Pour My Heart Out,
But She Never Takes A Drink,
Our Love Was Like Titanic,
Was Perfect But Finally It Was Time To Sink,
Everything I Thought Was Real Was A Dream,
I Was A King But Some How I Lost My Queen"

Written by Roscoe Collins
Posted on 05/21/13

"Foolish Games" Written by Crystal Evans

These foolish games are tearing me apart... Gave evryting I had ...for another broken heart....new 
that it was over bfore we began to start. So u say u make the work dissapear like magic ..... Toy own dissapointment ... U have becume my habbit... On the regular basis....loving all the faces you you make when we are goin strong... U never let me finish making my water bong ....u know my favorite songs... An we would sing them together .. to make me cry I though u would never....did u ever care for me ....I should have stuck to my plan that would have protected me.. I gave u the best of me ...and u wanted the rest of me ... Now u have the Bitch that is standing next to me.... Your heart left me neglected an your mind left me alone .... I thought we would have more..... That we were to strong....becuz we got along oh so well ... Happy,an honest the lies we woulndt tell...got to make bail.... Hit a hot rail...make out sum sack that,we got to sell ..so we ride threw the mono to hit these licks... Only papaer chasin ... Spendin nuthin on these tricks..... You know I got to stop an fix my hair and make up ... Lookin at it now we break up to make up ...... An its mutha fucka Jones time is just the shake up .... Think its time u wake up an see me for who Ian ...relize that I am honest tight by your side when the shit hits the fan ...I am not your plan an that's fine with me ...soon enough u will know and one day u will see...that you should have stayed..... Stayed a lil while .... Sayin funny things. Just to make me smile ..nnnow your out of style an I have moved on .....my heart is behind bars .... And yours is out on bond...... Move on

Written by Crystal Evans
Posted on 05/20/13

"Overfloweth" Written by Poppy Silver

After time spent with reflection
I have decided
He is not my friend
More of a tyrant

Chronologically I have attempted
To place my life in order
Events
Random happenings
To make sense of who I have become
Pointless exercise

For we fail to see
We are who we are meant to be
Since before birth
Our blueprint holds it all

People we meet
Souls we seek
Habits
Vices
Liberation
Sin
Happiness
Melancholy
Values and worth
Yes...our blueprints hold it all

It should come as no shock
That the rejection I feel
Is necessary for me to face reality
Perhaps I am to know solitude
For a reason

This is my soul articulating
My soul...strange thought
You see I have always thought
We are more than flesh and bones that ache

I am more than Poppy Ruth Silver
A writer who inhales metaphor
Exhales passionate syllables
As fingers burn

I am more than a musician
Who bends words around wave forms
Hears them crash upon each other
In death and rebirth

I am more than a Witch
Who directs energy
To heal wounded earth
For us all to see

I am...
Poppy
Flower
Ruth
Mercy
Silver
Protection

I am not without faults
Far from it
Indeed

I drink too much
Smoke too much
Suffer depression
Become introverted

I see ugliness in beauty
Decay in life
Hear screams in silence
That cut into me
Sharper than a knife

I waste time on dreams
Collect sticks instead of stones
No, I am not without fault

Yet I have a soulful heart
Ancient spirit
Empathic nature

Humanity wastes such precious time with hate
Makes my blood vehement with distaste
When we could all love one another
Without judgement

I see religion divide
Racism sever
Opinions disconnect

I witness mankind blinded to answers they seek
I hit the pinnacle of despair when I dwell on such things as why...
Why the Fabian Society holds Orwell's archives
Hidden until 2025

We as a race of awakening consciousness
Have the right to know the secrets they hold
We have the right to know if UFO's have signed a pact
With the Government themselves
Or if they truly found Hussein how they said
And not through remote viewing

Lies
Lies
Constant lies

We have the right to know
That weapons of mass destruction are a con
To invade and nothing more

For oil
Greed
Power
Money and knowledge
Oh and whilst they invade
And cause deformities at birth
We also have the right to know that they illegally
Steal artifacts from the museums
Stone tablets with a Sumerian version of history engraved upon them
We cannot be allowed to know such things
It would change our version of history
It would UNeducate us
Free us from our matrix mind
That is not what the elite wish to see

I am not without fault
But then I dwell on these things
And wish others could see
What they fake and preach
Our placement of trust
Is misshaped

So you see
Who I am means everything
And less

I am simply me
Sometimes lost
Sometimes tuned in
But always awakening
Evolving
Whilst the powers that be
Burn political poetry and effigies at Bohemian Grove

Madness?
I say it is not!
It is merely one person's rationale
Their path to see
Whereas others may never accept
We are ruled by such evil
I hold the clarity that we are

I shall remain the writer, musician and Witch
But also the freedom seeker
This is who I am
If I am to stand in solitude for this reason
And be ridiculed for being insane
I shall still pray for you
You who choose to instantly dissolve my beliefs
Because your faith is solely in their hands
I shall move forward in the trust of my intuition
Not the smirk of your degradation

Whilst they plot World War Three
I shall sit here with suspended belief
And refine my mission in reflection

Yes...our blueprints hold it all
People we meet
Souls we seek
Habits
Vices
Liberation
Sin
Happiness
Melancholy
Values and worth

I may not ever be perfect
Yet I am happy in my misery to be me
And if this is something that deters
So be it
For I shall say if I disagree
I owe it to humanity


(c)2013 PoppySilver
All Rights Reserved

"I can't sleep." Written by Nami Sanjo

I can't sleep. 
 if only someone knew what I felt and was here.
If only someone wasn't afraid and stayed.
If only I wasn't stupid I wouldn't have written this fucking poem.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/21/13

"so they say" Written by Greg Rogers

So they say there will be no pain but I felt it your fear at first then your pain deep and growing nothing compared with the exception childbirth a growing pain mixed emotion the pain did not stop and I felt it so they so it is painless and I felt what you felt the anguish the sorrow depth of your emptyness that now a filled void in you life so they say it is painless and yet I felt it all untill death took as you paid them to do because mommy they say it will be painless and yet I felt it all and now I feel nothing and you still hurt mommy was it worth it because they said it would be painless????

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/20/13

"just a quickie" Written by Greg Rogers

just a quickie lol: ....do you dare touch the flame that i offer the flame that burns hot with desire do you dare to feel the emotions you created do you dare to receive the desires that burn for you do you dare do you....

Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 05/19/13

"story retold...." Written by Greg Rogers

story retold....
by Greg Rogers

....feeling you so close to me your hot breath on my cheek reaching your arms around me beneath my shirt running your nails up my back as my arms reach around you running down to embrace your ass and push you into me further that first kiss along your neck moans escape you as your body begins to heat up and you start to tremble my heart pounding hard beneath my shirt setting the rhythm that we must follow kisses moving moving to your lips so soft so sweet the taste of your tongue as it rubs against mine our hips moving now to our hearts beating matching and mating to each other one beat one rhythm falling in passion to the ground with the wind outside singing for us as passion rise and fall and lust comes to take us in it's thrall clothes are in the way they cannot come off fast enough to feel your hot body your sultry flesh silken altar ready for sacrifice my flesh for you as my soul screams in agony for yours claiming you as you claim me bodies entwined lovers embraced hearing your words in your moans take me now take me true together we enter worlds unknown together magik is made flesh merges unto flesh sweating and panting hard as our hearts speed the rhythm as our bodies intertwine moving moving moving only with you such is the divine and the Lord and Lady nod and blush their approval and orgasms are granted fires burn high fires burn eternal life to life one from another the connection is there the touch is made the lifetimes relived as past becomes day so it begins the story retold so it has started once more as from old....

Posted on 05/16/13

"Lovely Blues" Written by Joseph Emiliani

Smoke And Empty Bottles
The Neon Glow Of Sorrow

As My Soul Moans And Howls; She Shows Me How To Let It All Go
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She Sings A Song Of Clarity
Sympathy And Sincerity

Her Tender Touch; My New Found Crutch Used To Ease The Despair In Me
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Her Acoustic Accuracy
Strumming My Tragedy

Like A Blues Guitarist; The Muse For This Artist; My Own Inadequacy
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The Toll She Records
Is My Sole Recourse

A Work Of Art; Played Upon The Strings Of My Heart In Slow Deep Cords
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A Rhythmic Caress So Smooth
Tracing Each Scar And Bruise

The Lyrics My Life Lay Upon; Play On Baby, Play On. Play Them Lovely Blues

Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/15/13

"The Enigma" Written by Francis Michael Clark

The enigma.
The enigma that pushes my spirit into an everlasting dungeon.
Only enough shown for people to see the things that they don't like so that they can have a reaction based on a stigma that they were socially conditioned to recognize.
A fatal attraction.
Or, perhaps, an adverse reaction. 
A moment of peace becomes a distraction from a society that is as nieve as it is devoid of meaning.
A way to feel good for a moment but a disease that will kill me in the long run.
Some kind of contraption.
A contraption made out of a compilation of my own thoughts and obsessions.
A web of lies and also truth but now way of telling which is which.
A discrace.
I feel like I'm a discrace to the creator and to my ancestors.
I feel like God has abandoned me because I have pushed God away.
I frantically try to grasp every rock that I can in order to keep from falling off the edge of this cliff.
A caged animal.
Trapped by my own mind.
Its complicated.
Hating the people I love and hating the ones whom I've hated.
A plethora of meaningless bull shit with no answer this life is.

Written by  Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 05/15/13

"Porter or Stout" Written by Michael Lewis

stout or
porter
porter
or stout
I’ll weep
myself to
to sleep
if I have
to be without
my heart is as heavy
as my burdens are old
and neither find solace
in that lager served cold
I need something bitter
not a pilsner, too yellow
reserve that lighter brew
for a that happier fellow
I hope you don’t think
my words are too terse
for airing my druthers
with a rhyme and verse
but I tell you this man
I will have to make bail
if you fill up my glass
with an India Pale Ale
a beer dark and thick
with velvety bubbles
is the only thing that
will stifle my troubles
so be fast on the draw
but slow with the pour
if I wanted more head
I would get me a whore
so if I haven’t been clear
let me leave you no doubt
if you are serving me beer
I’ll take a porter, or stout

Michael F. Lewis
5/12/2013
Written at Main Street Brewery
Pleasanton, California
This is my concrete (or shape) poem project for a writing group I am in.
It should be center justified to make a whole bottle but you can't do that in a post.
So enjoy your half of a porter, or stout!

"Untitled" By Crystal Evans

If i knew that my love was not accepted i woulnt b standing here with my heart unprotected....neglected to the way that i feel... dnt know how i am to deal..... no real feelin of love or affection.... just. Stressin ....i am fine allone i do know that but its the love we shared that i want back...as life goes on love will pass an go..... hold on to your heart and love with your soul...Cuz these pieces of my heart that I wear on my sleve are stuck in my head an refuuse to leave pushin me to do wat I said that I wouldn't but to forget about u I know that I couldnt ... I shouldn't reminesse on our past ...... Knew all along we were moving to fast... Now I'm the last thing on your mind ... Livin on a prayer hoping to hit rewind ...to find a love that would never end ... Finally a heart that won't have to mend.... A trend that won't Eva b seen ... Becuse women are now different ant the men are to mean... A domionio effectcis wat we have created for each other..... To. Never get to find that one tru lover ..... Pushin away the good becuz u were done soo wrong ... Becumes a repeat of the same old song .... Too strong ... Tooo fine .. too haapppy ... Tooo find... Myself an find sum one ... Look into there soul an always over come .... The small things that dnt matter... The important thing that change ur life.... An to always live with love an happiness in your life .

Written by Crystal Evans
Posted on 05-14-13

"Wish" Written by Princess Walkinstick Rainbow

If I had one wish I would blow it away.
Catch a wish.
Wish for more.
And more and more what more can your mind create.

Written by Princess Walkinstick Rainbow
Posted on 05/15/13

"(I was naive)" Written by Nami Sanjo

(I was naive)

What do I say, what can I say.
Every syllable hurts.
Creates pain. 
Creates a lump to where I cannot speak.
Healing from the past but terrified it will repeat in the future.
The shame of how I was and the things that I've done.
I hope for things new but still watch them breaking my hands.
I thought I had created a new glue for the pieces left behind.
Yet it would seem that once again I will be a victim of time.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, none that would care even if I cry.
The sorrow fills and spills over.
The containment of a flood of emotions is breaking.
The question still remains, where do I go from here.
It echoes in my heart, Like the reverb of an empty drum. My tongue betrays me so I no longer speak And in that I can only weep.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/15/13

"I See Your Face" Written by Ray Kinserlow

I See Your Face

When I look at porn, I see your face
all undressed in satin and lace
heaving to and fro apace
and then I feel like I have put you in place.

Written by Ray Kinserlow
Posted on 05/14/13

"thus i know...." Written by Greg Rogers

thus i know....
by Greg Rogers 

....in a brown desert with darkened stormy skies that never the storm comes a city of buildings wooden and concrete decaying as in death the flesh would fall windows shattered and hollow eyed the souls remain wander and crawl tortured and lost in there way in their death constant pain constant agony flashing lifes of murder and rape scenes before there hollowed eyes the moans of anguish a sad song no one says their names as the ones unseen are crippled and mutilated by minions laughing in their pain. desert as far as the eye can see nothing else surrounding me one mountain flattened a plateau one demon ruler the dead souls all no tall as tall is clothed in black wings pitted and rotted useless to see horns in the head the sides plus one is three green eyes glowed of foulness inert greedy and vindictive this crow decrypted bird wielding a whip of bone and stone for nothing bites the dead harder than the dead enslaving them all wailings echo strife and life and woe begging forgiveness but he will not let them go....

Posted on 05/14/13

"Communicate with Confidence" Written by Neal Abbott

http://nealabbott.wordpress.com/2013/05/14/communicate-with-confidence-conclusion-its-all-great-unless/

"the other past...." Written by Greg Rogers

the other past....
by Greg Rogers

....and where is my shield maiden to stand beside me in this battle of life living in these times of strife that are brought apon us by others in power who tower the way with their shadows of pain where is my shield maiden to lay beside me during these times of rain keeping warm the light and the life the cold put to sway where is my shield maiden to hold my soul within hers mixing the worlds together joining the pieces that grow apart as time grows on and the world moves on to older ways of greying hair....

Posted on 05/13/13

"Mothers Day" Written by Joseph Emiliani

Mothers Day

The Worlds First Doctor Was A Mother. Drying Eyes And Consoling While Holding Her Patient And Diagnosing With An All Knowing Attention And Prescribing Affection In Small Doses Of Kisses And Hugs. There Was No Bump Or Scrape That Could Escape The Medicinal Magic Of Her Maternal Love. Now As We Venture Beyond The Swings And Monkey Bars, The Cuts That Would Once Bleed Have Scarred And The Tears Of Adolescence Have Lessened With Each New Lesson Life Has Taught. With Every Illness We Had Caught, Her Eyes Would Swell With Kind Concern As If She Were Wishing For The Return Of My Perfect Health. Well Except For That One Time We Caught Mono And We All Know The First Words Out Of Her Mouth Were “Who Have You Been Kissing!?!” Fractures Evolved From Hairline To Flat Line As Broken Hearts Shattered Into Shards Of Regret And Doubt And Without Hesitation She Began The Application Of Innately Benevolent Bandages And Splints And Even Though Our Hearts Were Cracked And Split, It Wasn’t Long Before Each Piece Was Placed Right Back Where It Belonged Because No Matter What Problems Another’s Love Could Cause There’s No Problem A Mothers Love Couldn’t Solve. She Taught Us That Failure Is Inconsequential Then Lead Us To A Mirror And Stood Us Face To Face With Potential. Reminding Us That Even Though Our Dreams Are Like A Fruit At Hands Grasp Waiting To Be Picked And Peeled To Still Reel For The Constellations. She Nurtured Our Imaginations And Taught Us That Life Is More Than Living. Wanting, Yearning, Wishing, Are All A Part Of Being And Seeing Isn’t Believing But Rather Hoping Is Knowing. So We Leap Faithfully Into Her Arms Because We Know She Will Always Catch Us. Every Encouraging Thing She May Say Could Be Considered Cliché If Not For The Pride She Displayed At The Very Mention Of Our Success. So Today We Pay Tribute To You. The Smile Who Lit And Shined Through Our Darkest Times And Help To Guide Us Through It. The Voice That Still Whispers, “You Can Do It”. The Curator Who Collected And Stored Every Poorly Drawn Picture We Posted On The Refrigerator Door. The Author Who Graced The Face Of Our Very First Page With “Once Upon A Time”. The Artist Who’s Ideals And Views Painted A Portrait In Vivid Hues Of The World And All That’s Best In It. So Let Our Words Stand As Testament. Before The Day Moves On Allow Me To Say… “I Love You Mom.”
Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/12/13

"Grammatic Gratification" Written by Joseph Emiliani

Grammatic Gratification

My Fingers Touching Her Body; Tracing Her Every Curve
Like Reading Braille, Slowly Caressing Her Every Word

Our Pleasure Personified In Passionate Poetry Punctuated With Pants And Purrs

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She Admires My "Dic...tion" As She Begins To Touch On
Our Sultry Sentences Conjugate And Run On

I Indulge In Her Eloquence, My Lips Play On Her Words; She Begs Me To "Pun" On
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Her Linguistics Linger Lightly Upon My Lips And Index
Steadily Studying Her Stanzas As I Pry Between Its Texts

Innuendo Initiates Idioms Like "Oh God Don't Stop!" Mmm... The Dialect Of Sex
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Perfect Pronunciation As I Penetrate Page After Page
Spine Arched And Covers Creased As She Screams My Name

Calling And Crying, Desperately Fighting And Tying To Hold The End At Bay

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Faster And Faster As I Thumb Through Chapters
We Gasp And Clamor, As I Grab And Grasp Her

The Sweetness Of Climax Told By The Touch Of Her Gratifying Grammar

Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/11/13

"I will come again" Written by Flor De Maria

Remember me, remember me
For I will come again
Like the sun makes love
to the brisk of morn
until the day descends

and Like the stars, O' how they shine

For the night they brightly burn

dancing under the moonlit sky

until the sun again returns

Written by Flor De Maria

Posted on 05/10/13

"Rain On Her" Written by Joseph Emiliani

Rain On Her

For Her All The World Is But A Stage
As The Neon Lights Glow And Fade
Upon A Brass Pole She Slides And Sways
With Bated Breath She Sets Souls Ablaze
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Rhythmic Seduction; Wide Eyes Gaze On
Melodious Bliss; Deep Pockets Pay On
A Torrential Downpour; Dollars Rain On
If Music Truly Be The Food Of Love; Play On
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Every Man’s Dream; Sex Appeal Personified
Fantasies Fulfilled As Singles Fall And Fly
If Only She Would Stay And Dance All The Night
Her Body Listens As My Heart Calls And Cries
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The Room's Attention She Grabs And Borrows
Yet Once The Song Ends And The Bars Close
All Realize; Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
So I Shall Say Good Night; Good Night Till It Be Morrow

Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/10/13

"Constellation" Written by Joseph Emiliani

Constellation

As The Daylight Fades And Gives Way To Twilights Accommodations
She Lay Upon My Bedspread And My Head Sped To Unbridled Sensation
Her Heavenly Body Cast Across Silk Sheets She Fills Me With Fascination

My Newly Adorned Decor That Lay Before My Headboard Shined Bright Like A Constellation

As Her Eyes Grasp And Hold Me She Slowly Reaches For My Orion's Belt
Then I Knew That Through My Fawning She Heard My Body Calling, Crying For Help
And Even Though I May Lose Control, Saying No Would Only Be Denying Myself

So I Let Her Untether A Pleasure That We Cherish And Treasure Together The Deeper We Delve

Touching And Tasting Embracing Everything That This Night Has To Offer
She Begs And Pleads For Things From Moist Dreams Making The Scene Hotter
Sampling Her Fantasies She Demands Of Me Faster And Harder Then Slower And Softer

A Star, I Fall And Shift, Lost Adrift In Her Milkyway I'm Thrilled To Play In Her Little Dipper's Water

I Kiss Her And Lift Her To Heights That Might Graze Upon The Dawn Of Elation
Satisfaction Expressed Til All That's Left Are Gasps For Breath And Bodies Wet With Condensation
While Moans And Purrs Reoccur, She Tightens Her Grip, Biting Her Lips; Climatic Connotation

So For A Single Night We Become Entwined, Two Jewels In The Sky, Personified Like Constellations

Written by Joseph Emiliani
Posted on 05/08/13

"Promise of Perfect Sunlight" Written by Michael Lewis

Promise of Perfect Sunlight

The very moment when our worlds met
Our longing for simpler days found rest.
We were two lost travelers knowing the way home
Without saying a word.
The thrum of the bodhran,
Before, almost silent and forgotten,
Pulsed louder, and our smiles danced for each other.
Thunder leapt from my chest into yours.
With blinding lightning from your hazel eyes,
The fire in your heart consumed us both
And I was happy to die with you in my arms those nights.
My heart cried in the soothing rain of your beautiful songs,
Calling my very soul to yours.
We smiled in the cool breeze of our shared laughter
While tight vines reached out from your past
And wound into the memories of my own scars.
Howling like youth in the music of our younger days
We flew through fields of wine, shedding inhibitions.
Painted alone in crowds of bystanders while
Losing ourselves like curious animals.
In silent pillow gazes we had finally come home,
Wondering if our reflect in each other was real.
In each other’s eyes we walked fresh thin paths
And made love in sacred gardens.
Knowing that if it wasn't for our good sense we would end up in Love
Reserving only the feelings that we knew were irreversible,
Holding back was our only regret.

Half of my body, my life, and all of my love left with you.
The pain of our last moments together took my breath.
We left each other with only a promise to hold at night
Until we can be together again.
It won't be long,
It had already been forever.
Then once again these ghosts that push out of my chest
Will find rest and calm,
And we will sleep again,
As one,
In perfect sunlight.

Michael F. Lewis
5/5/2013

"5 haiku" Written by Michael F. Lewis

5 haiku

miles away from love
an old tree opened its arms
embracing my pain

still tasting kisses
the rushing waters within
guide me to my sleep

in my arms again
comfortable and drifting peace
with embers burning

words spoken too soon
two careless hearts forsake all
beneath gazing stars

night brushes cool skin
releasing inhibitions
lips in search of heat

Written by Michael F. Lewis
Posted on 05/01/13

"Untitled 4" Written by Samuel Sanusi

Come!
Without kissing our doors
From the helmet
Above in the sky
Very greedy
That wicked waves
And roaring light
Forsake it's visit
Awile...! It pause
Like a preacher seeking for
Breath
Oh...!
It's burn again
Of infamous womb
Sleeping our streets
Snoring at our door
And our datas dreamed
Without content
In robe with our balls
Foundation caps:now
A national flag in the air
Our backbone divorced it's body
After fornicating with the lake
That made love to her from the anus
After the wrench of our soles
Tillapia romance our necks.

Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 05/06/13