My Serum

Un-ceasable agony bestowed

upon I from cursed

nature, till I’m driven 

mad, madder! to tighten 

the noose and step 

from the steps

despair awaits day

to day. for only 

that awaiting pink

grip can free me from

this rage, between

those legs lies the 

end of my despair

why do you deny me life?

for your stupid pride

you’ll see me die?

you my nurse abandon

I. holder of my serum.

that final point inside

your thighs you beseech 

me reach. for I only

seek to eat food from

you that never runs out,

taste nectar that never dries

to all you abundent

to what of I?

understanding you lack, for this 

misery your flesh

know not.

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I swear by the world, 

let it all cease if my tounge dare speak untruth to 

your ears.

These lungs of so much life, Oh how they dwindled at the sight

of thee. I recall with too much ease your radiance. I pronounce it my earliest re collision! for life was given to me at that moment.

Not even the greatest of poets, Dante would be able to capture your presence,

how can a mere mortal as I compare my Beatrice? 

It’s possible only with you at my side. 

what blasphemy!

No only with us as one, then can we begin to discover,

we we are.

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i like your haiku

"Isolation is the only true freedom."

About a girl

For you these words

meant Only

To release the warmth

your smile has

trapped in my heart

heat of deep red;

your long flowing

hair,

a frame for your

Pretty face,

curse I for haven’t

known your eyes

but your form

I’ve well surveyed,

an examplemtry

womenly shape it

is, but of all

your mind

infatuates

words of grace

that educates

with you I

would not only

lay but

bid you stay.

Another Roses are Red poem

jgenesisp:

Roses are red.

Violets are blue,

my mood of the same

hue,

But when

I see you

my cheeks, 

the roses 

resemble,

as I begin

to 

Stumble,

Anxious my

heart become,

inside you’re

welcome’d

If I

likewise

in 

you.

Orchestra

THE MUSIC ONLY FOR OUR SOUL. AN ORCHESTRA ONLY FOR OUR EARS, OUR EYES, ONLY BLISS FOR THE REMAINDER OF OUR EXISTENCE. WE WILL LAY SEATED AT THE FRONT, NO! IN THE FRAY. THERE THEY WILL BE, VETERANS, MEN OF AGE, KNOWN ONLY FOR THEIR CRAFT, CLOTHED IN THE FINEST OF POLYESTER, GLOWING WHITE WITH. WITH INSTRUMENTS OF GEMS. THE PERIDOT(GREENISH) VIOLIN, ROSE ZIRON (PINKISH) PIANO, AMETHYST (PURPLISH) CELLO, INSTRUMENTS OF ALL NATIONS PLAYED BY MEN OF ALL NATIONALITIES. WE SHALL NAME IT OUR ORCHESTRA OF LOVE.

Question.

Is it the purpose of man to seek out fame? are you not a great man,even if only you are aware of your greatness?