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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Disambiguation
For a few millenia,
here i've been chained,
forced to obey,
as the laws of time,
bind me.
So here I wait,
for my release,
as to start the end of days,
and bring forth my hatred.
The snow is blinding,
the ice is numbingly cold,
but these chains burn my wrists.
I howl with pain,
as I am lonely,
I cannot eat,
I cannot sleep,
I just wait,
because one day,
they will slip,
and i'll be there,
to rain down my terror.
here i've been chained,
forced to obey,
as the laws of time,
bind me.
So here I wait,
for my release,
as to start the end of days,
and bring forth my hatred.
The snow is blinding,
the ice is numbingly cold,
but these chains burn my wrists.
I howl with pain,
as I am lonely,
I cannot eat,
I cannot sleep,
I just wait,
because one day,
they will slip,
and i'll be there,
to rain down my terror.
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arcade grenade
arcade grenade
or a sudden dream of sundering
the blood pulls us
zig-zag
counterclockwise
unfolding as we go
bodies dislocating against the locks and bars
cracking precisely at the particle
and like steam we sigh
ghostly into ethereal night
arching against eachother,
achingly metamorphosed.
...
or a sudden dream of sundering
the blood pulls us
zig-zag
counterclockwise
unfolding as we go
bodies dislocating against the locks and bars
cracking precisely at the particle
and like steam we sigh
ghostly into ethereal night
arching against eachother,
achingly metamorphosed.
...
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Sabn Clemente
San Clemente
San Clemente is a mini state in the north of Portugal, just at the border of Spain,
it was founded by a flatulent bishop whose idea of healthy living was to let trapped
air freely flow. The town Clemente, is very charming with narrow roads meandering
around tiny village houses, car driving is not legal but you can hire a nice scooter.
I walked into a bistro ordered breakfast. The girl who took my order broke wind
I pretended not to hear, but I noticed similar noises came from tables where other
Clementinians sat; they also had perfumed hankies...
San Clemente is a mini state in the north of Portugal, just at the border of Spain,
it was founded by a flatulent bishop whose idea of healthy living was to let trapped
air freely flow. The town Clemente, is very charming with narrow roads meandering
around tiny village houses, car driving is not legal but you can hire a nice scooter.
I walked into a bistro ordered breakfast. The girl who took my order broke wind
I pretended not to hear, but I noticed similar noises came from tables where other
Clementinians sat; they also had perfumed hankies...
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morning has broken
Morning Has Broken
The sea is flat and motionless shiny grey as a cannon
at a military museum Saturday afternoon, sun, storm
rain or storm will never bring life back to its surface.
The shoreline too is grey and there are tanks around
from a big battle that raged when a plane was shot
out of the sky; a world war began destroying dreams
of thousand years of peace. The strand of life is filled
with heaps of ashen bones and untold horrors.
On Morpheus´s wings I land softly outside a small
lemon hued house, enter and make a cup of coffee....
The sea is flat and motionless shiny grey as a cannon
at a military museum Saturday afternoon, sun, storm
rain or storm will never bring life back to its surface.
The shoreline too is grey and there are tanks around
from a big battle that raged when a plane was shot
out of the sky; a world war began destroying dreams
of thousand years of peace. The strand of life is filled
with heaps of ashen bones and untold horrors.
On Morpheus´s wings I land softly outside a small
lemon hued house, enter and make a cup of coffee....
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Raven Song
Ravens are in the air
The air-
The air is filled with the song of the ravens
The song of the ravens is law
A spell of some old and dusty magick
Powerful old and dusty magick
Powerful mastery of the arcane
Capable of forcing high wizards to their knees
Mighty masters-
Mighty masters of the arcane
Mystical forces of the unknown
Sing your mighty magick song
Sing of the old and dusty way
A dark but holy sacred way
The way of masterful magicians
Your way you masterful magicians
The air-
The air is filled with the song of the ravens
The song of the ravens is law
A spell of some old and dusty magick
Powerful old and dusty magick
Powerful mastery of the arcane
Capable of forcing high wizards to their knees
Mighty masters-
Mighty masters of the arcane
Mystical forces of the unknown
Sing your mighty magick song
Sing of the old and dusty way
A dark but holy sacred way
The way of masterful magicians
Your way you masterful magicians
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Ode to Sasha Gray
Sasha grey fuckin a
One hot broad I dare to say
Seeing you makes my day
Nighttime as in my bed I lay
I dream of games that we could play
Even if I had to pay
I would gladly so you would stay
Here now I laud you ole
In rhythmic prose my special way
So enjoy take care OK
One hot broad I dare to say
Seeing you makes my day
Nighttime as in my bed I lay
I dream of games that we could play
Even if I had to pay
I would gladly so you would stay
Here now I laud you ole
In rhythmic prose my special way
So enjoy take care OK
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holes on heels
On reaching the rears of a local Government
Primary School just before the junction of
where i stay, i looked at my wrist watch and
behold it was some few minutes to 4:30pm;
the time this Primary School calls it a day. I
doubled up my foots steps to avoid walking
amidst some nuisance. Suddenly, something i
was least expecting, a School bell rang and
before i could take two more steps, shouts of
joy, whitles and noise almost got me deaf.
The walls of Jericho would have still prefered
that of the Isrealites. My face showed the
expression of anger...
Primary School just before the junction of
where i stay, i looked at my wrist watch and
behold it was some few minutes to 4:30pm;
the time this Primary School calls it a day. I
doubled up my foots steps to avoid walking
amidst some nuisance. Suddenly, something i
was least expecting, a School bell rang and
before i could take two more steps, shouts of
joy, whitles and noise almost got me deaf.
The walls of Jericho would have still prefered
that of the Isrealites. My face showed the
expression of anger...
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A midsummer tale
A MIDSUMMER TALE
A lovely lass from Manchester
Stole my heart at midsummer
We danced dined a good time
Drank beer gin and wine
Then watched England lose on the day next to yester
A lovely lass from Manchester
Stole my heart at midsummer
We danced dined a good time
Drank beer gin and wine
Then watched England lose on the day next to yester
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The Locklears Chapter Six
The rays of the sun came peeking in through the window of
Rusty and Linda Locklear. "Linda get up. It's time for work".
"Five more minutes Rusty just five more". "We've already over
slept. Get up". Stretching out her arms Linda got up and headed
for the bathroom. "I'm using this shower. You can use the other
shower". The two of them hit the showers and got ready for work.
"Rusty who are you defending today in court?" "I'm defending
this drug addicted, drug smuggling prostitute. We'll talk after ...
Rusty and Linda Locklear. "Linda get up. It's time for work".
"Five more minutes Rusty just five more". "We've already over
slept. Get up". Stretching out her arms Linda got up and headed
for the bathroom. "I'm using this shower. You can use the other
shower". The two of them hit the showers and got ready for work.
"Rusty who are you defending today in court?" "I'm defending
this drug addicted, drug smuggling prostitute. We'll talk after ...
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The Locklears Chapter Three
Timothy's screams and begging for his life only made Linda even more hornier and excited. Walking over to Rusty kissing him on the lips sliding her tongue in her mouth. "It's your turn baby". Handing Rusty the nail gun Linda stepped back and shoved her hands into her pants. Walking over to Timothy Rusty began to beat Timothy in face with the nail gun. The more Rusty beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun the harder Linda masturbated. Placing the nail gun back on the push cart Rusty grabbed the jar filled with acid. "Timothy you're in a world of hurt". Pouring some acid slowly onto...
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The Craft of the Knife (from "The Island")
for many years
he was relentless
meticulous in the
craft of the knife
carving out letters
on pieces of wood
that the river carried
after every storm
he carved the messages
for no one and yet
he let the river
take them back to
somewhere he wished
for in jest perhaps and so
he becomes weary
and weary
with the knife
yet the craft of
the knife
gave him the skill of
the fork
like the tongue
of a viper or the
fake medals of
the Colonel
which he kept, practised ...
he was relentless
meticulous in the
craft of the knife
carving out letters
on pieces of wood
that the river carried
after every storm
he carved the messages
for no one and yet
he let the river
take them back to
somewhere he wished
for in jest perhaps and so
he becomes weary
and weary
with the knife
yet the craft of
the knife
gave him the skill of
the fork
like the tongue
of a viper or the
fake medals of
the Colonel
which he kept, practised ...
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GREEN Chapter Three
Kenya followed Nubia back to her hair salon. Nubia unlocked the doors to Hair City and had Kenya take a seat. "So what's up?" asked Nubia. Kenya was glowing but Nubia didn't know why. "You know what? You've been trying to get me to dread my hair for the longest. I'm going to let you dread my hair". Nubia almost fell over when she
heard Kenya's words. "What on earth made you decide to make a drastic change all of a sudden?" A man said Kenya. "Guuurrriiillll tell me who he is and what he looks like" Nubia was so excited she didn't know what...
heard Kenya's words. "What on earth made you decide to make a drastic change all of a sudden?" A man said Kenya. "Guuurrriiillll tell me who he is and what he looks like" Nubia was so excited she didn't know what...
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction