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The American Dream
by Bob God Taylor
The American Dream
is merely a scheme
wherein one aspires
to live beyond one's means.
Our value system
is wholly synthetic;
we can have nothing real.
But we feel
and we live in a real world
of Earth, Sun, Moon and Stars.
Brand new cars,
bigger houses and green lawns
but can they bring one true bliss?
Look at this:
an old god in His garden,
of the Earth and the Sky,
with the gods all around Him,
this is true bliss,
and it makes the gods cry.
By David D Cutchall
Is that Blood dripping from that Rose
Drip, drip, dripping on the ground
I walk these halls I hear no sound
Was that a scream I heard before
Is there someone behind this door
Hiding there Waiting for me
Is that Blood upon the floor
did I see it there before
No It was not there
Shadows, gloomy dark and deep
are you waiting there for me
Waiting for my soul to keep?
By David D Cutchall
Alone atop a distant hill
So silent and still
What do you think
as you glance my way
on your busy, busy day
Do you see me standing here
Beneath me lies one so still
Beautiful she was upon this hill
Some day you may be alone
Sleeping under a standing stone
upon a hill
By David D Cutchall
My days are filled with hunger... My nights are filled with blood.
Along these streets I wander, a soul in search of love.
My restless heart is waiting, for one to come along..
to thrill me with her laughter to touch me with her song.
And then, again, I spin my web, of pain and dark deceit,
and then I see her lying there, lying at my feet.
Her skin so white, she is so cold, I can not look away.
My tears are falling on her eyes, she'll not see another day
.Again I walk the lonely streets in search of new found love..
to find a moments pleasure feasting on her blood
A Sex Dream
by Erin N. Ouellette
The breeze blows my curly hair like a rusty brown banner. My clothes lay in tatters, upon the ground. He is searchng for my eyes but I turn so he does not see the fear inside. The aspect of the horned one is on him, I can see the antlers of the stag upon his crown. He grabs my chin and forces me to see. We lock eyes and I see his tenderness and desire. He kisses me long and hard, I can no longer resist, and match him in intensity. He runs his hands through my silky tressels. Then down tracing the "v" in my neck to finally settle upon my breasts. We draw apart for breath and he looks at me admireing his gift. He spins me and pushes me up against a tree. The bark is rough, hard, and damp with dew from the lateness of the hour. the musty smell of a forest fills my nose and my nipples grow hard from the cold. My moans and screams are the only words exchanged. His hands hungerly search for my breasts as he savagely ravashes my virgin earth. This whole rite has taken on an animalistic vibe. His groans answer my moans and with one last deep thrust he plants his seed. Sadated for now we collapase in a filthy sweaty heap. Finally he takes me into his arms where I feel safe. The last thing I see before I fall asleep are the animal's stunned expressions of envy.
words in a lovers ear
screams of anger and fear
leave me be
sobs of fear and confusion
emotions let loose by our toungue
never will we live in harmony
never will we feal complete
pain and agony is to close to thrive
our hearts and souls trying to break free
are caught by an unbreakable net
so we tear ourselves apart
hoping some of the peices will drift through
but instead they sink farther and farther into the great abyss
My Knight Owl
By Erin N. Ouellette
Will I ever find your love?
Just like a rose I need love to grow
and bloom in the great mother's care.
Watch over me my knight owl,
keep my dreams pure and free,
let me soar with thee above the trees.
With the passage of time my leaves,
may wither and fade,
but with your love I can regrow them each day.
Seek me my knight owl, find me this night,
keep me safe my love for I will love thee.
I feel cold no one to hug me and keep me warm.
My petals fall off and skatter upon the ground,
but with your love they can also be replaced upon my crown.
For now though I will stay warm in the great mother's embrace.
Climbe high my knight owl,
seek me out, thy loving mate.
Devour my bad dreamsso I do not turn gray.
For if I trun gray my beauty will fade,
my leaves will wither,
and I will cease to try.
I thank thee my knight owl for find your way.
But will I find love? you say
Yes, I know I will in your embrace.
what lies in between the fold of our lives
hatred love retribution
what do we long for
romance money sex
what is it that makes us retch
what is the truth
who are we
we lie to ourselves
we lie to our loves our family
we know not the truth
for we've hidden it from our own eyes
what is love
is it a feeling
is it a sense
what may it be that will set our hearts free
sitting laying in the dark
i whisper songs to a child
never before seen
eyes gold as the sun
skin pink as clay
face tender and shapen in perfectness
the tears that fall from her eyes come from us
all she see's is our lives destroyed by our own
held tight in my arms she clings and begs
begs for the light and the dark
begs for whats right in both to come forth
not until she's aged will it come to be
and yet she yearns to stay young
A Childs Tears
(Child sex abuse)
It was a different time and place
A little child’s innocent face
She looked so sweet and dear
Yet she cries silent tears
Deep within she’s in such pain
Feeling so dirty, hanging her head in shame
She lost her innocence at a young age
And locked in a painful cage
No freedom, no escape
This child is raped, and abused
Leaving her confused
Being used by a sick man
Forcing this child to do his will
With a slap of the whip
Her blood he would spill
Holding her down with a forceful grip
Locked in an eternity of shame
She accepts all the blame
No! It’s not her fault
She is being locked in a vault
Raped and abused
Seeking within her mind
Can things be any different?
Her fear is her deadly serpent
Is there anything she could have done?
What if she would have run?
Forces her into silence
Keeping to herself all the violence
Painful tears she hides
The continuous rape
Is shocking beyond belief
She can’t find any relief
This evil deed happens again and again
Her tears flow like heavy rain
First one, is how it began
Then two and then more
These men took her
And they did their worst
Her insides almost burst
Not one did care
Only at her little naked body did they stare
Leaving her bloodied and hurt
Each rape, would send her to hell
Her pain and fear is all they could smell
With every touch
A part of her would die
Oh God! All she could do was cry
This sexual prison has no gate
Every rape is sealing her fate…
Stop this pain!
Take this child out of the rain
Set her free!
Let her be
Stop this abuse!
Child abuse is a mortal sin
May God never forgive them!
Visitor in the Night
By Erin N. Ouellette
How dare you touch me, grab a hold of me with bone white hands. Look at me with thy experssionless vossage mocking me so. Cast thy own self upon the desolite shores. Black is thy color with red thy card, reds stains upon a black robe.. Cowl always up? Ha the messagner of fear is afraid of being seen. Cast thy self into the void, at least there thy face shall go unseen. Angel of death is thy name, I see no wings, just a dirty broken old bag of bones. Let go of me you horrible thing.
But thy touch is cold and thy words are none. How, how could this be happening to me? Let go of me, let go of me you horrible filthy thing. Let go of me ugly. Let me be, leave me in peace not in dread. I hate you , I hate you, you bringer of doom, messagner of death, you servent of hell...............
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