Submissions by hungrypan74 (LyricofAngst)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't know about a poet. I think that appellation belongs to honored individuals; past present and future. If I achieve something, "Poetic," then I have accomplished something amazing. I am passionate about many things.
Where do we go.
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Oh, it's like that.
You took what was left of this love, thru it all away-
When you let that other guy inside you, to have his way-
You took what was left of this love, slapped it in the face-
Now all of our friends who once knew us, say disgrace-
Didn't you know, (yes, you knew), when he penetrated you, he took my place-
You fucked every guy in this small town, till my memory faded away-
I knew that it was a wrecked train, long ago derailed from the track-
But once you made that choice, there was no turning back-
And I know that I fucked that other woman in our bed, to lick my...
When you let that other guy inside you, to have his way-
You took what was left of this love, slapped it in the face-
Now all of our friends who once knew us, say disgrace-
Didn't you know, (yes, you knew), when he penetrated you, he took my place-
You fucked every guy in this small town, till my memory faded away-
I knew that it was a wrecked train, long ago derailed from the track-
But once you made that choice, there was no turning back-
And I know that I fucked that other woman in our bed, to lick my...
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Futility.
I see the world thru un-brain-washed eyes-
And see the decay of an innocence that was never really there-
All illusion, lies-
It's no surprise that no-one gets out alive-
We were all born on this fucked-up side-
To live, is to die-
We've all been born, with the curse of time-
And to live, is to die-
But there never was another side to be born into-
No Promised Land-
Only systematic man-
The number, 666 is a mask you wear on your face-
A man that doesn't appear this way is definitely out of place-
No Promised Land-
Only systematic man-...
And see the decay of an innocence that was never really there-
All illusion, lies-
It's no surprise that no-one gets out alive-
We were all born on this fucked-up side-
To live, is to die-
We've all been born, with the curse of time-
And to live, is to die-
But there never was another side to be born into-
No Promised Land-
Only systematic man-
The number, 666 is a mask you wear on your face-
A man that doesn't appear this way is definitely out of place-
No Promised Land-
Only systematic man-...
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One Night Together.
I think it'll be a night like Sinatra and Shakespeare-
When I whisper sweet-nothings into your ear-
And kindle the fire and pour the wine, to your delight-
All day long my thoughts have been mentally shaping the ambience of the night and the love we'll be making-
I want to bathe you in warm feelings of pleasure-
I know we've been together five years but with every sexual encounter, I learn more about your magical body and know when to be gentle and when to be naughty-
And know when to take it slow and not be to hasty-
And enjoy every intoxicating scent and aroma...
When I whisper sweet-nothings into your ear-
And kindle the fire and pour the wine, to your delight-
All day long my thoughts have been mentally shaping the ambience of the night and the love we'll be making-
I want to bathe you in warm feelings of pleasure-
I know we've been together five years but with every sexual encounter, I learn more about your magical body and know when to be gentle and when to be naughty-
And know when to take it slow and not be to hasty-
And enjoy every intoxicating scent and aroma...
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The grand finale.
A red horse comes-
With him assured cessation-
Catastrophic conflagration-
There will be no reprieve-
No eternality-
Beseech what you believe-
Implore the winds, the spirits, the voices in your head-
Tell us all, if any hears what you've asked-
You think contrarily I know, but not everything was made to last-
Tear it down, burn it down-
I see no hope-
The only rope you'll know, that you think will lead you into the here-after-
Will be tied to a rafter-
False words-
Simple and guised-
Will lead to epic-proportions of demise-
With him assured cessation-
Catastrophic conflagration-
There will be no reprieve-
No eternality-
Beseech what you believe-
Implore the winds, the spirits, the voices in your head-
Tell us all, if any hears what you've asked-
You think contrarily I know, but not everything was made to last-
Tear it down, burn it down-
I see no hope-
The only rope you'll know, that you think will lead you into the here-after-
Will be tied to a rafter-
False words-
Simple and guised-
Will lead to epic-proportions of demise-
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I know that you'll enjoy this.
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My Apology, (For You)
My son, I owe you a big apology-
For not being there,"for you," and being the man that I should be-
Instead of doing better for you, I handed-down to you, what was handed-down to me-
And I never wanted this to come again-
And in the balance I stand found wanting-
Wounds wide-open, I stand here hurting-
And I didn't want this to come again-
Come again-
No I never wanted this curse to come again-
Although I ran to flee my fathers legacy,3000 miles wasn't far enough away to outrun the destiny that was calling me-
So I write this letter hoping for...
For not being there,"for you," and being the man that I should be-
Instead of doing better for you, I handed-down to you, what was handed-down to me-
And I never wanted this to come again-
And in the balance I stand found wanting-
Wounds wide-open, I stand here hurting-
And I didn't want this to come again-
Come again-
No I never wanted this curse to come again-
Although I ran to flee my fathers legacy,3000 miles wasn't far enough away to outrun the destiny that was calling me-
So I write this letter hoping for...
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What's in store
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2 hours of passion and pleasure.
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Deep Within
I feel this deep internal struggle pressing upon my heart. And the phobia and terrifying emotion that it puts me thru I know can be seen upon the face of this body. But there is nothing of convention that can peel away this that I wear. So I guess that it's mine eternal.
I look to the sky, grasping, groping-
I throw caution to the wind, desperately hoping-
I feel disassociated with all my former, creature-comforts that once meant something-
Cause now, since my change they mean nothing-
Wandering aimlessly like a sleepwalker-
I feel that thing within me that I fear,...
I look to the sky, grasping, groping-
I throw caution to the wind, desperately hoping-
I feel disassociated with all my former, creature-comforts that once meant something-
Cause now, since my change they mean nothing-
Wandering aimlessly like a sleepwalker-
I feel that thing within me that I fear,...
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The Grand Hoopla.
Your influence spread to the masses and thru down, stomped-on and surpassed, all the other gods that were- (how absurd)
And in your ranting's, babblings and carrying-on's, you incoherently proclaimed yourself, the, "Chosen One,"-
But as you hung upon the cross, that you cherished, (like a marriage), and felt your body suffer, blood-loss, I believe that your eyes, they did see-
When you were heard to cry-out, "Eli, Eli, Lama, Sabachthani,"-
That is, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me,"-
And want you even laugh with us-
After...
And in your ranting's, babblings and carrying-on's, you incoherently proclaimed yourself, the, "Chosen One,"-
But as you hung upon the cross, that you cherished, (like a marriage), and felt your body suffer, blood-loss, I believe that your eyes, they did see-
When you were heard to cry-out, "Eli, Eli, Lama, Sabachthani,"-
That is, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me,"-
And want you even laugh with us-
After...
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