From nature’s womb
Another huntsman is born
Within the woods
In favor of his brothers
And of himself
Unwillingly we hunt
And skin our preys
Unwillingly we haunt
Them for eternal days.
It’s been quite a long while since i last posted something here, but oh, i was solving some problems, i was also suffering from a profound blockade. I believe it is gone now, so as soon as possible i shall fall to’t yarely!
I was crying my eyes out
In a lightless alleyway wondering
Is my love capable of existing?
Life just wasn’t worth living
Untill the day i gladly laid eyes on that virtuous missy
The most blithesome thing
With a cherub face
Capable of unleashing the most profligate desires on a celibate
The neighbours stared astonished
As i grabed her hand
In the most natural way
An old gloomy woman
With a hateful tone, told me
"Man, pick someone of your own size!"
As she turned her back
I grabbed my girl by the wrist
And in a heartbeat, we were dancing again
I was born this way!
Guiding my missy up stairs
On a darkened corridor
Anxious to cloy my craves and desires
As soon as Anelisse opened the door for us,
As quick as i could, i put my hands on her
It’s what most atracts me on her
And it’s unavoidable
Lord, i was born this way!
Oh, the urges, they seem so distant
And the youth’s uneasiness, it is so vile
Although i’m the older
My pureness lingers for awhile
As i lie down
Nature blows somberly
A wind swept mystical air on my ears
My muscles contract
And i yank the flooring with my fingers
When i see you
With your juvenile aura
And your flapper actions
Can i put my hands?
Oh, i do know it’s wrong!
But when nature calls
I feel so human…
Hello! Things are going incredibly well, to my surprise. Thank you for your concern! I’ve been busy, so i haven’t been writing too often, but sure, i plan on writing soon, i have some things on my mind, i just need the time. Thank you for reading! And again, thank you for your concern! Hope things are well for you too! :)
Not knowing bread nor water
The boy lingers on the phone booth
The anomalies that surround him
Behind his eyes corrodes his sexual life
Miss Flower and her two husbands
Lacking competence and tenacity
The boy contemplates
The one who said to be religious
But yet keeps incestual relationships
She’s been all over his lips
Miss Flower and her two husbands.
The man’s wounds are opened again
The stench of his oversight pervades the air
His desires will have to be put aside
But his disease’s trampling on him
He can’t hide
The anxiety that takes hold
His beloved is in the same cluster than him
All the hands lend to her
And the words that lead nowhere
It will never cloy
Hanging on every wall
Those eyes cry for him
Waiting for the slip that’ll bring them his fingers
Waiting to pass all the way through his body
Until his last gasp.
A night out
Would be great
If i didn’t end up
Diving into my very own self
If i’m sounding so vile
But i had such an awful day
My friends pointed their fingers at me
"Pick up your clothes and get out of the playground!"
And my mother, oh, she said
"She doesn’t have coordination to play guitar and she just can’t learn french!"
Oh, love of mine, sometimes i do feel
I may be the monster i most fear
When i think of our moments together, i shudder
Although i miss you pretty oftenly
I’m so glad we had them
You’re so lovely sunny girl!
They can only shudder
When thinking on what they’d do to me
They can only wish
I was more than but a dream
A delusional, sexual dream.
I am nothing
But a man
Who’s a prisioner in its own body
With his heart and his mind
Oh lord, do bet,
They are the most nasty cell mates ever!