Untouched Beauty

Thistledown pearlescent skin
a concubine with nature’s grin
taught a desperate heart to sin
and relish its desire

innocence began to flee
faster than the honeybee
while this fool on bended knee
tasted liquid fire

We ride the earth around the sun,
A journey we all share
As winter comes I think about,
the end of another year.

A new beginning beckons,
Look forward tho' you fear.
Spring is like a flower which,
Blooms to bring another year.

In the fullness of this journey
That brings us all so near,
Summer is the apex.
Applaud another year.

Autumn is the season
When dreams become as one.
Rise up and let us dance,
In the last rays of the sun.

Tough Love

Slithering on shards of bone, I bleed profusely now
rapture streaming from a fractured face
nothing to impede my passage as I seek the love
of she who sits upon the throne of grace

ebon hair cascading down on breasts of sculptured pearl
eyes that glow a luscious evil green
a goddess from the nether realms intent and hungry now
waiting for my lust to drain me clean

Confession

spawned from lustful fornication
born without a name
reared by those unfit to coach
the playing of life’s game

absorbing knowledge like a sponge
daring to be strange
yet all the while still wishing
I had the will to change

As fuzzy clouds convene in the blue sky, Flames of passion burn with bliss nd ecstacy in my inner being nd as crisp chilly nd serene winds assuage the heavy heart of mine, A sentimental sensation of felicity rudderlessly arouses my stoical spirit.

Life of sorrow
Life of everyone’s hate
Slapped away the helping hand

Everybody wishes to be my exterminator
There is no savior
I am my own exterminator

The dying tied up plant cannot grow
Burn the strings
I am now the ashes

SHAME ON YOU - shame on you!
you earthly gods!
stealing young children,
using them as sex slaves.
YOUR COLD BONES WILL CRUMBLE TO DUST IN YOUR GRAVES.

SHAME ON YOU - shame on you!
you business men!
skinning animals,
while hearing their screams.
YOUR DEAD HEARTS WILL FILL YOU WITH FRIGHTENING DREAMS.

SHAME ON YOU - shame on you!
you charlatans!
pretending you care.
making profit from greed.
YOUR THICK BLOOD WILL CLOG UP YOUR VEINS WHEN YOU BLEED.

What shall we say of man’s anger that’s true?
Natural instinct it’s not spite the claim
leveled by science with nary a clue.
Psychoanalysis proffers a name.
Yet, all the while not assigning it here.
Anger is nothing but rank genic plague
wrought long ago in agrarian fear.
Let me be far more succinct and less vague.

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ANTI-RANDOLOGY: Full Sequence by Ron Woodruff (BlueDemon77

For the LUCK-/y just SMILE/ for the NEED-/y please TRY/ when in MOURN-/ing do CRY.
Is it HARD-/er to SEE/ relatED /ARE we:/ we are KIN/ 'til we DIE.
We are BE-/ ings of Flesh/ we are TRAPPED/ in this MESH/ should we QUEST-/ion MORE?
for the CHILD-/ ren we HOPE/ on this GLOB-/al scope WE/ must spread LOVE'S/ airy SPORE.