I like my woman strong
like a cup of coffee
bitter to the core
yet soothing and loving
inspires to write a poem
Her aroma will be strong
Enough to suppress my lust for other
she will be like summer storm
Leaving me wanting for years
like ash cloud on the horizon
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IN SEARCH OF HOME
I descend into the tunnel,
spiral darkness on the way.
Stripped fears turn
to romances of adventure.
White candles burn
in the tiger’s yellow eyes.
Shaken-off
......
I drank the bitter draught of that which they call affection
And spewed it from my mouth in distaste
Finding it lacking in truthfulness and loyalty
And a propensity for laying the soul to waste
Again, I brought the crystal glass to my lips
Once more, spew it from my mouth
I found no sweetness in a mixture of false emotions
Of constant lies and doubt
......
It is common knowledge amongst those of ink and pen
There are many that flee from the light
Those who yearn with all their being for endless nights
As shimmering stars forever fade from the sky
The silent ones who thrive and bloom in the cold darkness
Devoid of sound and beyond human sight
Kindred souls writhing in tempestuous maniacal rhyme
Boldly defiant of normalities laws, realities, boundaries, and time.
......
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I like my woman strong
like a cup of coffee
bitter to the core
yet soothing and loving
inspires to write a poem
Her aroma will be strong
Enough to suppress my lust for other
she will be like summer storm
Leaving me wanting for years
like ash cloud on the horizon
......
I drank the bitter draught of that which they call affection
And spewed it from my mouth in distaste
Finding it lacking in truthfulness and loyalty
And a propensity for laying the soul to waste
Again, I brought the crystal glass to my lips
Once more, spew it from my mouth
I found no sweetness in a mixture of false emotions
Of constant lies and doubt
......
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Please protect me from the boogeyman
Who slithers into my thoughts late at night
And forces me to wake up screaming
Little hands coiled into tight fists
Defiant, frightened and ready to fight
His hair is brown and cold eyes blue
This demon who infiltrates my dreams
There is no exorcising this monster
Who haunts my rest with evil that shines and gleams
......
It is common knowledge amongst those of ink and pen
There are many that flee from the light
Those who yearn with all their being for endless nights
As shimmering stars forever fade from the sky
The silent ones who thrive and bloom in the cold darkness
Devoid of sound and beyond human sight
Kindred souls writhing in tempestuous maniacal rhyme
Boldly defiant of normalities laws, realities, boundaries, and time.
......