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SupremeDreamer (Free verse) by Nirvana13666

A frigid look An empty bedroom Living inside a dead mind I look out and only see black I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun I shiver at the thought of your frigid looks Pain is a remedy for my delusion You arenât even there anymore Yet your stares turn my blood cold I wish you wanted me I wish you hadnât forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today itâs just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again

horus8

24-Sep-03/11:42 AM

The Garden Island

In an Oriental evening dress;
You fix me a pineapple salad.
While you are cutting, I
notice that you have set
the fruit's green crown off
to the side of the counter.
When I ask you "Why?", you
smile a Motherâs pearls, and
tell me that if we plant
it, a new pineapple will
grow back in its place.
Underneath the green.

Then you left me alone again
for a spell, how long, I have
forgotten now, but long enough
for the ants to have completely
carried it away.

Thinking back...
It might have been nice
if we would have tried
to grow anything together.

Taurus women and the pride

Strong, and large with thought.
I find you grazing your days away.
From this perch, I pant through heat-
-wave & dry hunger.
A rogue footed lion
lickin' my chops
to your undersigned
fattening. Your brown
eyed mouth rolls and
nose flares above
the sweet grass.

My darkened neck's mane,
thick for statement,
and wind tossed warning.
Beautifully unkempt for this king's
Feast. Until we dance your death
tight in my mouth exhausting,
partners in more natural times.
Your breath jerks to recall an
end in my embrace.
I bellow to you & your pride.
I roar for your warm blood.
Accepting our exchange until
you are inside of me
working out your soft flesh.

Covering your death face
with a free paw, I roll
up against you, marking
your outsides all mine.
In this loveless drought.
I find a fresh heart waiting.
To beat in me forever
This need to understand.

You're a missing link.
With your will to be kept
You will taste well needed,
and full of patient love.
A beast of burdened patience
Domesticated,
yet unhindered domestically.
Tame, though proud less & still.
My wild eyes hunt and find that
tether between men & my wild stance.
It's you, as we both wait
swishing our tails until night fall
let's me loose, to descend, and I do.
Straight for you.

Even as I consumed you, your
eyes bid me, "Go ahead...
And take the time god
gave me, to be me, and
let you be that selflessly mine".
For the taking.

Gems of love, stones of war

An emerald green to crimson swing
The quiet ones can't be trusted
Their love is designed for pressing.

Under the moon waning pale you bring
Your heart completely busted
An emerald green to crimson swing.

Are you awake, can you hold the bearing
For all that you have lusted
Their love is designed for pressing.

An oath of trust, a faith worth swearing
For battle your gear's adjusted
An emerald green to crimson swing

Some times, in my dreams you sing
As I am dying on a grey field rusted
Their love is designed for pressing

I fought as I loved, an immeasurable thing
The fingerprints can't be dusted
An emerald green to crimson swing
Their love is designed for pressing.

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