Sunday, October 23, 2005

Break Thought

Permission was given.
By the wickedest of women.
Asked again, only lightly.
Viewed from outside, it might seem ugly.
A mix of luxury and pornography.
But to the one so afflicted,
It was simply the best.
A need never known wanted.
Or a dream, easily forgotten.
Smiling lies and ignorant abuse.
Yet in the light the heart still clicks.
And it the morning, the flesh still meets.
Bring out your Dead.


Blogger saby said...

did some one steal yr girl or wat?
why the fire arms?


October 23, 2005 at 4:08 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

Its never a woman but always seems to want to be one.

October 23, 2005 at 10:48 PM  
Blogger Joy said...

'A mix of luxury and pornography' perfectly describes my 'dream life'
This poem touches me in many different places >;}

October 24, 2005 at 11:23 AM  
Blogger Jaxe said...

A need never known wanted

Aren't those always the best.

Yes, bring out your dead.

October 24, 2005 at 5:38 PM  
Blogger Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

yes - smiling eyes and ignorant abuse.

October 25, 2005 at 12:57 AM  
Blogger Quixotic Cat said...

I almost understood this one! But you lost me at the end =(

October 27, 2005 at 6:29 AM  
Blogger DeeM said...

this is hotter though.

October 29, 2005 at 11:44 AM  

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