Come here child and rest your body in the chill and reprive of my oasis
replinish your spirit and fill your self of inspired dreams and passions
touch here and lay in the wine staned sheets of my bed
drink and be full in exastacy, in joy
be new, be born, be life,
and find that it is not in my pleasure i scream and gasp, and moan
but in the sight of your eyes your breath your sweat and cum,
it is those, that i come here and stand before you demanding.
look into me and see how full i am, too over spill
take then some of my excess passion and make it your own,
and in that moment know how much i love you.
i love, and desire and want you.
let me fill you with all that passion, so built up in my skin
let me bring you too, to the point of break,
full and sated in my wine, and in my drugs
lay here my brother, my child, my love
and i will push you out of the night
i will paint the blue stars golden and i will show you the sun
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to kate
lay here waking beauty,
little framed godess of the mornign fun cripled by last nights adventures
but more beautiful than anyone.
and as the sun starts rising, and the water desire grows,
shake and tremble like the beautiful buding rose.
and in your moments of desire
be true and be strong
and let the passion roll over you as were it never wrong,
and you will be so beautiful to bring men and women to one knee
they will beg and bother to catch a glipse of your beautiful dancing free
and in the subble curves of your breast and colour in your skin
you make a little poet run out of words to describe the many sins
the ways that one could touch you
to make you make the sounds you do,
the taste and the smell and the passion id find wraped up in you,
and as the sun set and i crawled into your bed
i could not shake the image sturing in my head.
so out here it flow in the moments of this week,
i try to find the words but all of them seem weak
i have no way to say all the beauty that you are
or the things id do if this went very far...
but i can say that it is true, you are beautiful and there should be 1000 poems writen of you.
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muse
rapture me,
and bring me shaking to the ground
in the tight twisting body
in the gasping panting sound
take up by body and turn the world around.
desire me,
as i were all the woman in the word
for the moment that you see me
and the short time this existis
bring me to my knees in pleasure and in bliss.
inspire me,
and i will for ever be yours
untill the day you dont want me
i will come to match your passion with my words
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muse be gone
my hands are old now
dry and scared and gray
they touch the wire as tho it will roll away
my hands are clumbsey now
they fumble and they fail
they dont know how to make and they have forgoten how to sail
my hands are tired now,
soar and worn and used
they can not be an artist becuse they have more moer muse
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to the morning
Part I - the stary blue
this darkness comes and touches me
it makes me scared and it makes me cold
this darkness, it is loney
and i fear it is here in the isolation of the night
that i will die alone.
its been so long that i have locked my sin away
i have kept it at starving and let the colors all grow to gray
and now i fear and wory that i will for ever be that way.
i think that i may be broken to far beyond repair
this darkness is growing soon they gray will be black
and then there will be no hope of tunring back
Part II - the keeper of the light
(unfinished will post latter)
