Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poetry & Podcasts August 17th

A dosage of pleasantries,

Prey Like Us... III


Pull my neck back from obsolete,Last fading light on the quarter deck signalled the final chapter of our voyage,Comfortable apathy bane,Ours

Plague of apathy,Long ever vanquished light of a distant far off memory cry to believe in,Virtue is a saint & greed is comfort,Our death...!

Hand craft scarred ring broken finger,Not a millisecond of rest for a queen slinking out to spend two minutes in another man's bed,Lust is?

Violent behind the back trend of sexual appeasement the wicked call 'love,'Turbulent determination to uphold a one way broken vow,Truth died

Another man's six back door seconds of love breeds a pregnancy,Final birth outcome not life but remorse,Victim cums in his hand once again.

Trapped in between a vow & a dead space,Vigilante of virtue mingled with remorse another hero plunges a new found f(r)iend of steel until dead.

Burning Down Heaven II


In earnest anticipation of,
VoT

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