A mixture of art in all its forms and random grabs from life and whatever else bubbles up….


Ancient seed, of a soul colored claret, when he came to me
Alas came the day, my mortality, no longer reign free
I partake of sweet revelries, strawberry of the unknown
Tantalizing aromas, as I compliment your neck bone
Your breath pulsates heavily, as we succumb to wanton flesh
Taste of human essence, a copious harvest, savors fresh
You slide into Utopia’s Shangrila, feeding pink flesh
You spin a web of geometric pearls in and out of me
So fine the pronounced arteries of young men, not fully grown
Slumber deep my love for I’ve ingested you, at your request



15 responses

  1. January 17, 2012 at 17:11

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  5. This is something I like very much and I’d like to share with you:

    January 17, 2012 at 19:39

    • Thank you Peter !! I like very much !! 🙂

      January 17, 2012 at 19:49

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  7. memento mori

    January 17, 2012 at 22:07

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