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A Worm In The Apple...

Hey, HE says; not to do it
Eat that apple and you'll sin
Don't you take a bite
That's the word from HIM

I don't know why you can't
Makes no sense to me
Who am I? I'm just a snake
It's dumb, between us three

HE's not too smart about some things
He gave you legs and makes me crawl
You're not to eat this fruit
HE says it will cause a fall

last dance (by: eddy styx)

hush...
can you hear it?
take a deep breath
hold it, now listen...
if you can hear
past the thudding
of your own heart...
put the palm of your hand
lightly but firmly to your chest.
now, put your hand to mine,
feel the difference in intensity?
the slow steady beat
like the ticking
of a grand clock...
winding down.
now meet my eyes
as my blade slides
between your beautiful ribs...
my dead heart quickens,
at the intake of
your last vanishing breath

Hora incognita

"I've now entered into a new relationship".
How well I still recall those words spoken to me,
Bereft of the courtesy of a personal meeting,
A cold farewell delivered by the telephone,
A blunt farewell in iambic hexamaters,
But no less crushing to my shocked heart for all that.

Final Confirmation

I hope as soon as I'm finished you will see what I'm telling you. I say it with conviction because I know it most certainly to be true. My angel my bookie my princess it is you that they crave. So please allow me to take the wheel freeing you they made a slave. She does not deserve that pain that they have given her. It's my cross I bare and it's my pain to endure. She is to young to know that pain so please give it to me. Just let me know the truth it will set me free. So I look to the the heavens and reflect the path I chose.

once upon a time (adult content) revised

evening fades to velvet...

on a backdrop of black
he is as wildfire in the sky
she feels the heat on her back
where he forever smolders
as a timeless danger
but to her aching needs
he is no shadowed stranger.

her outcry...

sounds of exquisite pain
oh, such pleasure echoes
remembering fields where they'd lain
on sweet scented grasses
as day turned to night
sun and moon passes

I'm Dying

I'm dying more slowly
than I did in my youth,
when there was such hurry
to ferret out the truth.

I lived so much faster
my head in the sky
clouds all around me
with a mind full of "why"?

some things just happen
with no scheme or reason,
in no structured order
like the fall of the seasons.

yes, I'm dying more slowly
and I find it a shame
for I want death now,
not this dragging game.

German beer and German sausages
Are the best foods in the world!
When it comes to hearty eating
Deutschland's flag must be unfurled!
Wiener Schnitzels, Bratkartoffeln,
Pile them high on every plate!
Cook for Germany, cook for Germany,
All foreign food is second rate!

Deutschland, Deutschland über Alles
Let all the others salivate!

The Poor Old Tramp's Attempted Suicide

He has no home,
No place in this cold dark city
Where he may lay his head
Except the cold, cold gutter.
All alone, no Mum or loving wife to care for him;
Not a soul to give him succour.

His life has been a catastrophe,
A series of disasters.
From birth has he led
A life of rank inconsequence.
Why not end it now? .
He could. He can. He must. He will!

GRATITUDE

Here I speak on gratitude
It's about being grateful and losing the attitude
What means so much to me
Being grateful is what's worth to look and see
I am thankful for so much
and just as such
Roof over my head
something as simple as a bed
Food in my belly
No one has to tell me
Gratefulness and gratitude for God
This is not a facade
Real gratitude that is not fake
Everyday I live through his sake
I know today and everyday I am blessed
To be the best I can be is the true test

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