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We are sinners, so they say:
Darkness in the blight of day;
Without heart, cast of sight
‘loft between what’s wrong and right.
What hither lies, shadow spray:
‘loom upon a’ dying day;
Buried deep, throbbing still
Caught within nocturnal chill
Replaced, replaced, change of face
Filling in of empty space;
Left behind, shaft between
Scattered ‘bout against the seam.
Staring blindly, two eyes tear
Past the world that withers there;
Aged but by our mortal whim,
Ladled in the hands of men.
Lunar light, what doth thou sow
By the meadow, to and fro;
But is the lack from heavens heed
Of which your hands, do seer to seed.
Thou the poison, thou the sleep:
Swindled in thy tongue to seek;
With wild snap, gape of jaw:
Come, succumb, control us all.
Touch we dearly, drawn of lust
Or some forgot, begotten trust;
For He in His eyes held that face,
Till fallen out of Holy place.
What resolution reigns supreme,
But that within mine gifted dream;
Blessed by slumber, kissed in woe:
That of which the moon does know.
So does it hang, not by a thread:
But every word, that goes unsaid;
Like listless lips, parched and prune
Grazing in the eve of noon.
Darkness in the blight of day;
Without heart, cast of sight
‘loft between what’s wrong and right.
What hither lies, shadow spray:
‘loom upon a’ dying day;
Buried deep, throbbing still
Caught within nocturnal chill
Replaced, replaced, change of face
Filling in of empty space;
Left behind, shaft between
Scattered ‘bout against the seam.
Staring blindly, two eyes tear
Past the world that withers there;
Aged but by our mortal whim,
Ladled in the hands of men.
Lunar light, what doth thou sow
By the meadow, to and fro;
But is the lack from heavens heed
Of which your hands, do seer to seed.
Thou the poison, thou the sleep:
Swindled in thy tongue to seek;
With wild snap, gape of jaw:
Come, succumb, control us all.
Touch we dearly, drawn of lust
Or some forgot, begotten trust;
For He in His eyes held that face,
Till fallen out of Holy place.
What resolution reigns supreme,
But that within mine gifted dream;
Blessed by slumber, kissed in woe:
That of which the moon does know.
So does it hang, not by a thread:
But every word, that goes unsaid;
Like listless lips, parched and prune
Grazing in the eve of noon.
Literature
sex
two people completely connected
feeling incredible senses
everything else leaves their minds
for that short momemt in time
all you feel is this incredible pleasure
all you want is for this feeling to remain
and it is so hard to contain
so you moan and scream
nothing in the world feels as good
it seems like a dream
as it gets harder and faster
you get to feeling like you are in completely ecstasy
you begin to hear a beat, a melody
you may slow it down and change positions
but all of it is so delicious
bodies become sweaty and moist all over
and dirty wetness is so wonderful
the intensity becomes stronger
it won't last much l
Literature
Sex
Flesh is the new style
so bare some skin honey
wear it out
like all the trends
that cost so much money
this ones almost free
the only cost being
the rest of your dignity
so be a whore
forget your humility
A whore to fashion
sex sells
and you sold yourself
Flesh is the new style
so bare some skin
wear it out honey
like all the the other trendy sins
that cost so much money
remember this ones almost free
the only cost being
whatever is left of your dignity
sex sells
Ah honey show a little more
you sold yourself
your such a trendy whore
Literature
SEX
Lovers do it.
People abuse it.
Porn improves it.
Teens try it.
Rapists force it.
Hookers sell it.
Brothels run it.
The horny want it.
And human survival relies on it.
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It seems hard to really expand deeply on this piece, merely because it is but some mirror of jagged thoughts all thrown together. In essence, this poem was not made in one sitting; but numerous accounts of illusions and ideas. Yet, it is choppy in many a portion, and an apology to heed of the likes. In the matter of things, on another hand, this poem has a strange to see moral. It's real figure was supposed to lay in the sign of what the moon was metaphorically. However, the beginning of this poem denies that message and starts out by explaining something a little darker. That of mankind, as he is seen as a sinner, or so they or a religious perspective may say. This can be linked to the negative focus often proposed on the moon itself. Deeply, by the case, this can be seen in past literature that would constantly focus on the shade of night as nothing more but a symbol of evil to incarnate and reek. So hence forth, the first stanza gains it's meaning to introduce the much more satanical portion of the growing moonlight.
The second stanza proposes something more natural of night; explaining it as a surge of blackness against the open light. Slowly it burries away the day, leaving nothing more but the thought. Yet logically the sun is never gone, it is elsewhere and still beating. This is where the line gets its moral and meaning. The Third Stanza is in a very familiar state, recognizing that in gestures; the moon comes to replace the sun, and fill the seam of which it has undone. Therefor it takes its place and carries on it's duties, doing what it must to propose a nightime solitude. The next stanza, or the forth, gives the moon a bit more "apostrophe"; this is simply showing that the moon is given human like qualities to follow after. Therefore, it has emotions just like everything else in the world that is mortal shall. This help exemplifies the fact that it sees nothing more but a dying world in front of its eyes, slowing tearing away into something even more.
The coming stanzas are mere obvious statements to the moon and the things that it proposes. All by all, this poem is a insert of the moons own personification.
The second stanza proposes something more natural of night; explaining it as a surge of blackness against the open light. Slowly it burries away the day, leaving nothing more but the thought. Yet logically the sun is never gone, it is elsewhere and still beating. This is where the line gets its moral and meaning. The Third Stanza is in a very familiar state, recognizing that in gestures; the moon comes to replace the sun, and fill the seam of which it has undone. Therefor it takes its place and carries on it's duties, doing what it must to propose a nightime solitude. The next stanza, or the forth, gives the moon a bit more "apostrophe"; this is simply showing that the moon is given human like qualities to follow after. Therefore, it has emotions just like everything else in the world that is mortal shall. This help exemplifies the fact that it sees nothing more but a dying world in front of its eyes, slowing tearing away into something even more.
The coming stanzas are mere obvious statements to the moon and the things that it proposes. All by all, this poem is a insert of the moons own personification.
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